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"I'll be alright." Came a grunt as arrow was pulled out. She'd never been shot at with arrows before. Fingers wrap around the shaft before she braces herself and pulls. There's a cry but quickly the wound is closing up.

The fury was quick and his body became beyond agile in the blink of an eye. Raze was gone the moment the arrow connected with Sherry. Her blood awakened a fury beyond what hunters were used to seeing from the leader of lycans.

He killed and did not relent until all were dead in the group that dared to harm his daughter. Returning to her side, he wiped the blood from his face and glanced at the healing wound. "That may be the case in this instance but those ones will not be harming you again."

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@erobret​

“Looks like you have a proper family, kid.” 

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wcrstarter​:

“As soon as the paperwork is settled, now sign the dotted line.”

Signing where needed, he glanced to her. “It’s settled.” 

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@wcrstarter​

“Guessing we are adopting.” 

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For all of the young hybrid’s life he had lived in the northernmost part of the New World, what in modern times was called the province of Yukon, hidden away safely from the world in the icy lands. Until it semed one day, his mother Sonja finally gave him her blessing to journey to Europe, to her homeland of Hungary on his own. He left at once, promising to send his mother word once he was safely initiated in one of the lycan packs overseas.

It was easy for Skoll to acclimate into Hungary once he had arrived, he spoke the language like a true native thanks to his mother’s lessons, charming the locals and finding himself a temporary place of lodging while he watched and waited for the lycans in the area to reveal themselves in one way or another.

It did not take long for him to find them, he found a pair of lycans who appeared to be able his age and approached them, charming them easily and asking that he be taken to their alpha to beg a place among their pack. Skoll had not anticipated that his plan would go as smoothly as it was, and so he was on his guard. Many of the immortals that resided in America had told him how much he resembled both of his parents, and how his father Lucian had risen to infamy where few remembered his mother.

Skoll was led to a room, and told that the alpha would soon come to speak with him. He thanked the men and waited as patiently as he could, but soon found himself pacing the length of the room much like his mother would. If this lycan was not a former ally of his father’s…he could be in grave trouble indeed. The sound of footsteps made him halt in the middle of his pacing, raising his head and studying the lycan before him quite curiously.

He’d never seen a man as tall as him, or who appeared strong enough that Skoll was worried about how difficult a fight would be if one were to occur. Quickly remembering his manners, Skoll smiled and held his hand out to him.

“Your men said you would see me, I’ve come a long way, all the way from the far reaches of the New World Sir. I heard the stories there, of how the vampires treat the lycans here. Of the unfathomable cruelty of the vampire Viktor….and how he killed his own daughter. I wish to join you, and help rid this world of such a man. Perhaps bring about peace.” Skoll hoped he would be welcomed here, it would be difficult to get revenge for the sake of his mother otherwise. The hybrid knew he had to charm this alpha and prove himself honourable and trustworthy.

The pack had grown to a stronger number and with it their leader kept the peace between them all. Hard work had kept them from being targeted as much as possible from Viktor and his rage toward their kind. War was indeed still a thing as both sides faced some losses tho it appeared Viktor had lost more as of late from tactics pulled from the leader's mind. While having assumed his place as Alpha, Raze had done everything in his power to better his people and to keep them sharp and cunning in their minds for their ultimate survival.

It had worked so far depsite rumors of someone continuing to breath from his past. He was not deaf nor dumb enough to ignore the whisperings when they started of Sonja or Lucian. Deep within his bones, he felt everything had gone the way it should. Threats had come and gone and murmurings of new lines also reached him. Remembering research of his old friend, Raze knew well what certain aspects were more than capable of.

Word had spread to him of someone new in their turf who wished to see him. Finishing his work with papers, Raze rose from his desk and left the room while adjusting his long coat. He looked intimidating to anyone outside of his pack. Everyone knew who he was in Hungary but not all knew his face. He entered the room and took in the sight of the man who he had heard pacing moments before joining him. Eyes took their time to take in his features before noticing the extended hand.

Waving off the others in the room to leave Skoll and himself alone, Raze eventually took the man's hand only to squeeze it to test his strength. His eyes never left Skoll's as features long since not thought of pierced through his mind. Sonja's bright eyes and strong features along with Lucian's own jawline and charisma. What if Sonja had indeed survived? This would no doubt be the work of their genes at work.

Raze knew well of how such genetics were and was one of the ancients to remember just how Sonja and Lucian looked. His hand took hold of Skoll's and gave it a firmer squeeze than he would have to newcomers. A squeeze he often reserved strictly for shakes with Lucian. It would be a gauge to see if his growing suspicion was indeed true.

"It's not just Viktor who plays a hand in it. It's all the coven he is from. There may be a few vampires who aren't as diseased as he is in heart, but those are very far between us. Nonetheless, I could use another in the ranks if you can handle yourself well enough and not get killed the first few nights you are out to patrol."

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wcrstarter​:

Sonja continued to circle him, keeping a short distance between them and her wings held aloft. A warning that while she may still decide to strike, if his terms did not please her. Or perhaps she’d simply turn and fly off, find her way to the Silver City at last and tear her Father asunder and claim his throne for herself. All she knew for certain was that she was finished with wandering the earth.

She had calmed slightly, but was still plenty angry. It would take a very long time for her rage to fully subside, this was merely the calm before the inevitable storm that the archangel would later unleash on a unlucky target. Raze refused to engage her in a fight despite how she tried to provoke him into one, that only irritated her more. But he’d risked coming to face her, knowing he’d be facing a enraged and wrathful archangel. So she would pay him the respect he deserved as a former ally to hear him out.

“Then I shall hold you to that, as I have no greater desire than to free his wretched head from his miserable shoulders for what he stole from me. I want his head, perhaps I shall take his throne as I will not allow a new tyrant to rise up in his place.” It was too risky for her not to claim it, even if she valued her independence and freedom greatly, Viktor’s successor would be worse than Viktor himself if not immediately usurped.

If Raze did not know she survived, then it was likely he did not know why she had been cast out and why Viktor had been so angry at her involvement with Lucian. Perhaps later she would open back up to him, and tell Raze. But even after thousands of years, some wounds were yet to heal.

“Very well, so long as you hold up your end of the bargain….I have no reason to want both your head and that of my fathers. We have an agreement.” The archangel tucked her wings tight against her back, offering her hand out to him once they were folded–as if a few moments ago she hadn’t been debating inflicting great violence upon him. “Allies, once again.”

The Demon King knew rage beneath the surface and kept to where he stood watching Sonja closely. It was a promise he intended to keep and have his minions hold the line for. He would also make certain not to interfere in the final battle but instead would focus his attention to any swarm of Arch Angels Viktor had left. His power would still grow and Raze had a purpose beneath calming Sonja with a truce.

As the hand was offered, Raze extended his own in kind keeping his power low out of respect for an ally. He was content to keeping peace as he did not wish to harm Sonja if he could help it. She was the one who could step at him and he would keep composed as he had proven. However, she was his equal in all things in his mind, and he would treat her as such. That was the mindset that had brought him out of his realm to find her personally.

"You are welcome to my realm." The King would keep the peace among his dominion enough for that to come to pass if she wished it. Her power would be useful to utilize against some traitors he had chained to suffer. They would not die easily and were merely kept alive by Raze to torture by his own hands until he felt satisfied.

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wcrstarter​:

The archangel was hardly surprised when he did not rise to her baiting, Raze had immense self control in the past. She was able to appreciate that the man had not lost that, even in her rage. That he was able to hold his own, despite not attacking her back rang true that he had taken the throne and become a Demon King. No one lesser, not even a right-hand, would be able to shake off a strike of an archangel’s wings so easily. 

Sonja was beginning to think that he would not fight, not show a sliver of his own power even in the full divine face of hers, until her barb regarding her father’s armies passed her lips. The spike in temperature had her flaring her wings wide, correcting her balance when his aura truly hit her and took her by surprise. She had not anticipated it, or that it would seem they were equally matched. She paused in her attacks, rage subsiding as she considered that perhaps…perhaps he was telling her the truth. Well, that didn’t mean she was obligated to make anything easy for him, she was still as stubborn as she’d always been.

“Oh, my apologies, did someone fail to mention to you that oftentimes diplomacy will fail you? A commoner has more freedom than a king, and everyone wants the throne until they see the responsibilities it carries with it.” She circled him on the roof, not attacking but eyeing him up more warily now. Why would he come here, knowing she would be angry after a millennium of abandonment, and allow her to attack without fighting back. It made no sense to her, even if they had been allies in the past.

“You would gain much by having me agree to be your ally, the legions would settle and those in my father’s armies would be very nervous indeed, only my father himself is a true match in battle against me and he sent away the only other angel who might have proved a challenge. Aside from taking me away from Earth, what would I gain by giving you my trust? If you have collateral to offer me, a weregild to cease my rage, now would be the time for you to offer it. Before I change my mind and tear out your heart.” She threw down the gauntlet, so to speak, but in the back of her mind she was not certain if she would truly act on her threat. She did not want him dead, she was….angry to have been left alone for so long. Abandoned and left to rot, with none but humans for company for far too long.

The jabs about diplomacy did little to provoke him further as he breathed a bit more to suppress his energy once again. If he had to unleash it again, he would but he had a feeling he could continue to remain civil in the way he wanted to be. He knew what being King entailed having been alongside Lucian to aide in what ways he could for his old friend. If anyone was fit to it, he had been proving it well in keeping those loyal to him well tended in his rule.

Feeling her move around him, he kept his hands at his sides as she continued to speak to him. It seemed some of the fury had dulled a bit, but Raze knew her too well. There was still perhaps a storm inside the calm prepared to rip into him if desired. His eyes followed her until she tossed down her terms at his feet. What did he have to offer her to help quell her wrath?

"Your father's head, yours to take without interference as my army and I will personally see to it you have a fair fight against him to wet your blade with his life."

A throne for herself if she desired as well as time to rule as she wished as she would take over once Viktor was properly slain. He could secure her position with his people and his power.

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Sonja eyed the demon warily, both curious and cautious in equal measures as to why he did not fight back. Most would have gone to rip her wings from her back after suffering a strike from them. She could cleave a unlucky human in twain with a single sweep of a wing, or bestow severe blunt force trauma to a demon or fellow angel closer to her strength. She wanted to fight, rather than talk away her rage. Talking often lead to being manipulated, but when fighting for one’s life one tended to become far more truthful.

Once they had been allies, but that felt closer to the dawn of creation than it did the present day. Her memory of those times had not faded, but she was not so foolhardy to assume that Raze had not been changed in between the times, especially after ascending to the throne. Many demons would benefit having the good graces and power of an archangel such as herself on their side, it would solidify a claim on the throne as well, given if she were to return to the Silver City she could challenge her father for the throne if she desired. The Archangel wanted to see what this Raze was made of, if he was the same as the one she could remember.

“I can see why you have such difficulty retaining your throne from defectors, if this is how the Demon King responds when challenged to a fight by an Archangel, former ally or not. I could strike you down where you stand, but cowards are not awarded such quick deaths. Defend yourself, ‘King’.” 

Sonja goaded him, as it angered her even further to engage in a fight when her opponent would not fight back. His motives confused her, he knew that she was angry and wanted to fight, and he knew damned well how lethal she could be in a fight with the right motive. Why did he not defend himself? Did he enjoy being battered from head to toe and left to bleed? If he did not defend himself that was what was likely to happen. That he seemed so unfazed by her initial attack had her angrier, making her malicious aura even thicker.

The archangel was no berserker fighter, her rage was channeled into making her blows as quick and as devastating as possible, every sweep of her wings meant to break bones and bruise his flesh. “Fight back Raze, prove that you’re actually strong enough to take Lucian’s place or you may as well submit to my father’s armies already.”

Archangels were known for their brutality against those they engaged in battle with. It was common knowledge only those of greater power could stand on the same plane of power as them, and Raze had that capability. The bait was delivered but the Demon King kept his composure a bit longer. A hot head would only blind him with pure rage and that was not his intentions as Sonja glared him down. The jabs were meant to wound ego and pride, both of which the man  held. However, he was no fool either.

The man retained his position of power by a firm fist and pure power but he also had a very calm demeanor about him that unnerves many others. He was collected and well in control of himself which was a dangerous thing in of itself. Those that had seen him come unhinged knew that the horrors of which hell contained came to beckon by his call alone. A true being of power and one not to be angered.

The woman's words were left to cold ears. Despite the heat that ran through his blood, Raze refused to let his calmness get broken by a seething monster beneath the surface. The jest of falling to her father's army merely made him look up to her. His once calm eyes shifted into a black hue as some power began to emanate from his form giving off a powerful aura all his own. Heat rose in the area around them showing he was not some weakling but something to be feared if his temper was truly lost.

"I have taken his place, and I have kept your father's armies at bay along with those wanting my head on a plater." He had been able to keep his domain intact despite the ongoing attacks from all sides it appeared. If anything, he had some loyal people tied to him as he had indeed proven his place in the greater war in the past. He retained that same brutal side to him despite his best to try and be more in control with levelheadedness.

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You can find my rules, verses, and information from this google doc: here

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I’ve gone quiet to actually attempt to get a google doc up on this blog so people finally have things to look over.

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Raze, Underworld (2003)

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Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.

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@verktor​

There was a formidable scent hanging around in the air that evening. The very though to fit sent cold through Raze's veins as he paused in his hunting. It was one he had forever thought to be gone from the realm of existence having been taken care of by Selene years ago. Nonetheless, fragments of memories flooded his mind reminding him of the horrors that had been etched into his mind and very bones.

"It can't be."

Smells were no lies, and they were no tricks as he found himself stumbling back into the very shadows to keep concealed from sight. He leaned against a few stone pillars which kept his body out of sight just in case. How could he still be alive? Anger began to course through his blood but Raze knew he could not be irrational and move without clarity in his mind. His fury was justified but he had a pack to continue protecting.

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❝ well in that case, please make yourself feel like home. who am i to protest? ❞

Settling a bit easier to be more off to the side of Lucian than on him, Raze relaxed. “I fully intend to now that I’m done with the errands you wanted handled.”

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@envahissant​ continued from: [x]

“That may be partially true, but you’re still stuck with me.”

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As a lycan, and even before being turned, Raze always had a high tolerance for pain. The man can handle being hit like a freight train and would still get up off of his knees to stand in order to protect those he needed to. This man took on so much pain for Lucian’s cause because he believed in him and loved him.

Lucian was the sword for the lycans, but Raze has always been the shield.