#halfvampirehalflycan

[wcrstarter]

@halfvampirehalflycan

Half the patrol had been dead upon her arrival, and the solider in the saddle with the guard to her immediate left was unconscious, perhaps too badly wounded to survive the ride back to the castle. Sonja urged her horse onward, ever grateful at the warhorse being steady and unafraid of the wolves beyond the wall. She could only pray that they would be quick enough, to get back to the fortress gates in time, and that their doctor would be at the ready for the wounded she and her party were bringing back with them.

Her heart thundered in her own ears almost as loudly as the pounding of hooves (and in the distance, paws following after them) against the ground as they raced through the trees. The full moon hung full and heavy in the sky, providing more than enough light for the vampires to see by, enough for Sonja to see the monstrous Children of William close behind, perhaps hoping to catch the remains of her men and turning them into quarry.

Sonja calculated their odds as they went, checking their surroundings and shouting orders, trying to decide what to do to buy the wounded more time. She could order the men ahead, keep only two deathdealers with her and face the pursing wolves, and likely take them down. But that depended heavily upon it only being the three pursuing that she was able to see. The vampiress muttered an expletive and decided she'd made her mind up, and would have to hope that they'd not need to call for reinforcements, and gave the order. She reined in her horse, and drew her sword, charging the wolves instead.

A short while later, she was all that remained of the deatherdealer guard, the other two had fallen, but taken the Children of William with them. And Sonja, now had a bad tear in her armour plate and mail, a laceration in her side from a lucky claw. Bad, but no real threat to her personally. It wasn't just her, that she had to worry about. Sonja pressed her hand to her side, holding both the reins and her greatsword in the other, hissing in pain as she spurred her horse to rejoin where she had ordered the two guard to wait with her, with the wounded they'd been carrying.

A branch snapped and her attention turned to the underbrush, emerald eyes narrowing at the figure of a man approaching. "Identify yourself sir, these woods....they are not safe. If you are a threat to my men, I will cut you down where you stand."

[magicaemaxima]

@halfvampirehalflycan gets a random dionysia starter

Dionysia approached the man she had been directed to through various sources, hoping she had finally reached the right person. In a rare moment, she needed to see a doctor, but her being what she was, she needed to see one who was specifically non human. Mainly because she didn't want to deal with the whole "you're a medical marvel" or "how are you alive" schtick human doctors pulled with her.

"You're the lycan doctor, right?" she asked. She was fully prepared to do a simple memory wipe if he wasn't. "Michael... something with a C."

[wcrstarter]

"Both of you are on thin fucking ice, cut it out and behave or I will make you. We are all adults here, capable of having a rational conversation despite being hurt. Now act like it." Sonja snapped, cutting off Selene before she could retort to Michael. She gave both of them a look, then reined in her temper and her annoyance rather than letting it rule her.

Selene glared at first Sonja then Michael, but held her tongue and waited to hear the story. She wanted to know, why he'd left. Much the same as the other vampiress, who had suspicions of why but wanted them affirmed and laid out. If lycans were causing trouble, then she would leave and put a ceasefire to it. Sonja still held a fair bit of sway over the remaining packs,. Respect for Lucian remained, Sonja's political skills were often put to use in such negotiations, the lycans usually understood she meant no harm, but would also tolerate no shit from them.

"It would seem that I will be having to pay several visits and dealing with whomever remains. Sometimes it would be easier if I could be made a hybrid, so I could simply take over the packs and cease such fucking idiocy." Sonja grumbled to herself, furious that she'd been unaware of survivors of both packs had been up to this. It was impossible for lycans to become immune to silver, without becoming hybrids themselves. Nature demanded balance, a way to put the monsters in check. Sunlight and Nightshade for Vampires, Silver for Lycans.

"Are any of them left alive? Did you come back to get help for the last of them, or is Eve safe?" Selene asked, worried now that Eve was out of her direct sight knowing she'd been targeted again. Her anger had faded some, she understood, even if she wasn't happy about it.

Could anyone fault him for not trusting the coven? Sonja was right that he had a rough start to his immortal life, and in honesty, he just had a rough immortal life in general. He didn’t trust the coven to help him because he knew they wouldn’t. He figured they would assume him either paranoid or just plain stupid, or even send him into the fire to die. He didn’t think he was stopping to their level by just taking care of it himself. 

“I’m not justifying, I’m trying to explain it. I know what I did was fucked up. I know I fucked everything up!” Michael couldn’t keep the growl from escaping his chest. He should know better, of course he should, but they wanted to see the worst in him. Every explanation was justification. He wasn’t asking for forgiveness that he didn’t deserve, but just for them to know. 

Did they really want the story? Anxiety and fear pooled in his gut, worried that they would just want to use it to hate him further. Of course, Selene wasn’t like that, she would never be like that. Neither was Sonja, but they were both so focused in on his wrongdoings that he just… was afraid.

“I started hearing whispers, rumors of parts of Dr. Lane’s pack not killed in Selene’s assault on Antigen and part of Marius’ pack allying together and planning to kidnap Eve. They figured they could all use her blood to make themselves immune to Silver.” Even the words made him sick, thinking about people looking at his daughter like that. “I was just going to investigate at first, and I was going to be back before sunset, but it ran much deeper and they were closer to a raid than I thought.”

[viciousgold]

so I went through my drafts and found myself really only knowing how to respond to one of them lol I realize now that this was one of the main reasons I went inactive, not knowing how to respond to these current threads, HOWEVER, with that being said, I still want to continue these threads, just at new points, so to let you know I'm gonna be reaching out soon to plot or I might just write you a random starter (and feel free to reach out to me if you feel up to it as well <3): @unbeleveable , @aercnaut , @silvertonguc , @secondbetrayer , @miss-polly , @2kyears , @fclieadeuxx , @materardens , @ofherdowlingohara , @clochanam , @sorrowsick , @unfogged , @fantasywritten , @iworryalotdarling , @nightmdic , @halfvampirehalflycan , @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins

[killersoflycans]

(Hi I'm alive, been active on Michael the past few days but I am here too (especially since this is a side blog of halfvampirehalflycan)

[blccdvengeance]

                    @halfvampirehalflycan​

  {{ contin. from >here< }}

Selene had thought losing her parents had been difficult but it had to be different, knowing immortality was something only your body possessed and no other close to you. Knowing others would die while you lived on. The Death Dealer hadn’t had to think of that for a very long time... Her keen sense of hearing meant she’d heard the entire thing without him having to utter a word of what was said on the other end of the line.

“I haven’t said anything because there’s nothing I can say that will make things better, Michael.” She says, her eyes meeting his. She’s been watching him, but she wasn’t judging. “I just wanted to stay, in case you needed me. Are you... Are you okay?”

[90skidvampire]

@halfvampirehalflycan

( sms: michael // chill dude ) I decided playing hopscotch down the stairs was an excellent idea... it was extremely entertaining

[inacciaio]

@halfvampirehalflycan Texts From Last Night meme

( sms: michael // dr. woof ) bitch please you did NOT just unlike my status.

[killerdogx]

Need an adult

@halfvampirehalflycan

‘Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it’

Welp....consider Gabe a slow learner.

“C’mon, pick up already.” He half whispered, half pleaded into his ringing cell. His current predicament was one he had never been trained for and no amount of warning could have prepared him for this! One hand held his phone while the other cradled a soft blanket. A blanket holding his newborn daughter, according to the note Petra left on the purple fuzzy blaket. That and a container of infant formula. At least his one night stand thought ahead that far. It still did nothing to mask his rising panic with a touch of anger. Right now he needed an actual adult to help him with this, so here he was calling the closest thing to a responsible parent that he knew.

His recently discovered half-brother, Michael. Who also happened to be a doctor.

Just as the ringing was about to go to voicemail for the third time he heard his brother on the other line, the man could not even get two words out before Gabe was all but begging for him to come to his house. “I need help! God, I, uh, need so much help with this. Just come to my house asap, uh, ok? Also can you pick up some infant formula at CVS if you pass one? Should be one by my on street. Do they even carry that stuff? I don’-I don’t know but she left one but it might not- sonofabitch!- Please just get here.” The words came out fast and with the panic he had been holding in spilling out like oil in a broken tank.

[wcrstarter]

𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪, 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔤𝔦𝔣 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔪𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔞𝔤 𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶: @letoile

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤: @llosgcariad @magikborn @immortalmuses @halfvampirehalflycan @parainvestigate @untilthcyrot @tornsurvivors @redemn @alphlcn @kingoftheravens

[magicaemaxima]

You are a very difficult person to get along with (72.14%). You are a somewhat likable person (56.43%).

𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚟𝚜. 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚄𝙻𝚃 *added link I know the order is screwed up but here it is lol

yeah this seems mostly accurate lol I'd say the main difference is that happiness is lower and kindness and friendliness would be reversed. dionysia's more kind than she is friendly like she's not a very nice person but she does do kind things

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[thatslayer]

Danger. Doesn't look surprised by that, though precious little surprises her these days. She's less worried about potential beasties, more worried about him and they've known each other too long for her to bother hiding her concern. She makes her way over, takes a seat on the table beside his book, "Vampires, right? You okay?"

"Sorry, I had to disappear for a while." Michael set the book down on the table in front of him before offering a small smile. "I didn't want to bring too much danger here, despite knowing it's well protected."

[ghcstxspider]

@halfvampirehalflycan​ continued from here. 

“For me,” Gwen groaned as she lay in the pile of trash that broke their fall. “All for me.” Tomorrow was going to suck, she was just going to draw a bath and stay in it until things stopped hurting. “I’ll be fine, it was mostly just my pride that took the damage from the fall. Also my ribs.”

[firstlycan-a]

              ❝     i     can     feel     your     eyes     piercing     through     me,     sense     a     burning     question     at     the     tip     of     your     tongue.     why     you     hesitate?     you     are      one     of     us,     your     freedom     of     speech     has     not     yet     been     taken.     ❞

@halfvampirehalflycan​

[alycanswhore]

@halfvampirehalflycan​

Cryogenics had not been kind to him, but thankfully Lady Sonja had been one of the first reawakened in the program Antigen had been running. She hungered and her blood lust was only so controlled because of her age, how many centuries she’d lived with it, harnessed it, shaped it to fit solely her needs. And right at the moment, she did not need to feed.

“Shhhh... Hold on there...” She spoke in her accent, common to all her kin. An accent he would be familiar with. Delicate alabaster fingers moved some of his blond hair away from his eyes and she smiled, softly, reassuring. He smelled like someone she might have known. Yes. She had been so sure. Perhaps...her son. “Your body has been through quite an ordeal. Please, lie still. There you are...” She was able to calm him with a cool yet stable, weighted hand to his chest. “You should feel better shortly.”

[the-direct-descendant]

“Come on, let’s go for a walk.”

Whether he noticed her snapping at everyone or one too many came to complain to the older hybrid about her attitude, she should have known he would be the first to give her a gentle approach. It was just his way of handling her. It should have ticked her off like everything else did but in that moment a walk with the one person she knew wouldn’t judge her for anything sounded like a relief.

“Lead the way.”

@halfvampirehalflycan