#[Older!Achim]

[of-elitiism]

Cowers.

[kale-of-the-forbidden-cities]

Vespera Folend Lore Dump <3

[Vespera Folend Lore Dump]

tw: murder, death, sexual assault, child abuse, adult/minor stuff, mentions of suicide/attempted suicide(?), self harm

[tw: murder, death, sexual assault, child abuse, adult/minor stuff, mentions of suicide/attempted suicide(?), self harm]

none of the above is depicted in a positive light. i do not support any of it i'm just doing what i do best, giving trauma to fictional characters

it's vespera. of course it's not a walk in the park.

Vespera had a sister named Zyti, who was five years older than her. As a child, Vespera was not talkative. Like, at all. She didn't speak at birth like most elves do, and her parents made no effort to teach her to speak. The only one who did was Zyti.

When Vespera was four (and Zyti was nine), their parents left them outside the human/elvin city of Atlantis. They were told to wait for them to come back, but they never did. The two sisters stayed there together all night, until they were found in the morning by a half human, half elf who took them into his home.

He told them to call him Father, and he provided them with shelter, food, all the basic needs. But... he wasn't a good father. He reminded them that they were in debt to him, because he'd saved them from the streets and what would certainly have been their death. And because of that... they had to do whatever he said.

Father physically, emotionally, and even sexually abused them. He punished them for doing anything he didn't like - including normal child things, like playing around, or crying. It became safer for them to just do nothing at all. Suppress how they really feel. Now, Father spoke both the Enlightened Language and a human language that is long since extinct. The only ones who know it are Vespera and a handful of other ancients who may have lived in Atlantis before it sunk. But Vespera lost the little progress she had made in speaking when Father adopted her, and only became fully fluent at seven years old. It's also part of what contributes to some of her speaking habits she still has today - while some of that can be contributed to her being ancient and locked away for thousands of years, she does tend to not use contractions as much, for example.

Vespera and Zyti were not let out of the house, until Zyti was a teenager, and was allowed to run errands and such. While out, she met a human named Achim, who was... a generally violent guy. He was an adult, while Zyti was around fourteen.

While not quite numb yet, Vespera had been emotionally shut off since she was a child. She was extremely apathetic, living through the days just for the sake of it, enduring everything from Father, and when she was allowed out under supervision, she mostly just observed people. All kinds of people.

Light leaping hadn't been invented yet, and Atlantis was one of the most diverse places, species-wise. It was mostly humans, as they had founded the city, and elves settled with them, being the most similar in appearance, and even creating some human/elf hybrids like Father. (when atlantis was later sunk, those hybrids were cast out with the humans, meaning there are humans today with small bits of elf DNA. humans didn't used to have blue eyes before mixing with elves.) You'd also see a few other intelligent species passing through, there was a section of town where a few families of ogres lived, since they didn't really have one big land yet, and the world was less divided by species at the time.

Vespera could sit in one place for hours, so still that a bird landed on her once and she didn't even move. She observed everyone she saw. It was her only hobby. She was more invested in these people's lives than she'd ever been in her own - she would watch the same people come to the same places and learn about them, she'd know their habits and tendencies, she could make elaborate assumptions all without even knowing their names.

Zyti had begun to see how messed up everything with Father was, and frequently got into fights with him, insisting she was leaving forever and never coming back, and Father let her go, because he knew. He knew that every time her guilt would have her coming back after a few days at most. She couldn't leave.

Now, Zyti usually stayed with Achim during these days she left, but occasionally she would find someone else to stay with when Achim was away. One of these people was an elf who coaxed her into doing things she didn't want to. I won't go into detail, obviously, but... the result was, Zyti got pregnant. She was only sixteen, and she knew she couldn't hide it from Father forever. She felt like she owed it to him for him to know. Besides, while she hadn't meant to get pregnant, she cared about this unborn child. She didn't want anything that Father did to hurt the baby.

Vespera was in the room when Zyti told Father, and needless to say... it didn't go well. She kept her arms wrapped around her middle to do what she could to protect the child, and that night, she ran away to stay with Achim again, and when she explained the situation and what had happened, he was livid.

After three days of Zyti not coming back, Father took it out on Vespera. She took it all in silence, not once uttering a cry of pain or discomfort, she closed her eyes and imagined she was dying.

At the time, Vespera was eleven. She didn't cry. She wasn't truly there, in her mind. She had completely shut off.

That is, until, a few weeks later, Vespera heard a commotion downstairs. She slipped out of bed and watched as Achim, who had broken into the house with Zyti's help, brutally murdered Father. Father fought back, but Achim overpowered him. Zyti was the one to bring the blade to his throat when Achim had him pinned down. She was the one who took his life.

Vespera approached them, and they stopped. Zyti dropped the knife and backed away, fumbling to explain that they were finally free, he couldn't hurt them anymore. Achim insisted he'd deserved it. But Vespera wasn't listening to either of them. She kneeled by Father's body and began hitting him as hard as she could. Just punching his open wounds, returning a fraction of the hurt he had caused. Then she reached for the knife and stabbed him a couple times. After that, she began to cut off his hands. Like some way of making sure he couldn't ever hurt anyone ever again.

Zyti and Achim could only watch, until Vespera raised the knife to stab herself and end it all. Zyti grabbed her arms and easily wrestled it away from her, tossing it to the side. Vespera didn't react, and her sister helped her up. They began to walk further into the city to go to Achim's house.

On the way, Vespera suddenly started to cry. She couldn't take it anymore, she stopped walking and collapsed, she was crying that hard. It was tears built up over years and years of being disconnected from everything, it all hit her like a... well, trucks didn't exist back then but you get it. Achim picked her up and carried her from there.

When people eventually found the scene of Father's death weeks later, it was clearly a crime, but there wasn't much they could do about it. Father, Vespera, and Zyti had lived just on the outskirts of the city, and nobody really knew to connect them at all, and nobody could connect them to Father's murder. Not that anyone really missed him.

Months later, Zyti ended up having her baby, but she was barely making it through. The only reason she'd been holding on was for her child, but after it was born, she gave in and her mind broke from the guilt of killing the man who raised her. There was nothing Vespera or Achim could do. Vespera tried so many times to wake her sister up, but nothing worked. It was the most grief she'd ever felt and ever will feel.

Achim was almost just as devastated, and didn't cope with it well. He and Zyti had sort of maybe been dating, well, they had something, despite the age difference. He coped with this by sexually assaulting Vespera on multiple occasions, and she just took it. She accepted it. She hated all of it, her head was filled with such horrible thoughts, but she'd grown up to never say no to something like this, especially from the man responsible for keeping her sheltered and alive. After three years, however, when Vespera was fourteen, she snapped and shoved him out a window on one of the upper floors.

Zyti's son was somehow still alive, and how the baby managed to survive 3 years in the care of a violent human and a violent traumatized elvin preteen/teenager is beyond me, but he did somehow. Feeling incredibly Nothing, Vespera left him on the side of the road at night, not unlike what her parents did with her and Zyti.

He was later taken in by a different elvin family, who cared for him and raised him in a good way. At least someone gets a happy ending. He is still alive today, and knows nothing of his dark past and connection to Vespera, despite their resemblence. He is actually the [some amount of greats] grandfather to Councillor Oralie, making Sophie Foster and Vespera Folend very, very distantly related.

Vespera tried to build her own life, but she didn't know where to start. She lived in Achim's house, and when questioned, she told every single one of them that he had committed suicide. at least that got her their pity. but she never connected with any of them. She would sit on the very windowsill she'd told Achim to lean out of and watch the people going about their lives from a bird's eye view. She was notoriously "creepy." And when people passing by glanced up and saw her, they hurried away, not wanting to witness it if one day she followed what they assumed Achim had done.

Vespera also preferred to cover up as much skin as she could, ever since she killed Achim, she started only wearing sleeves up to her wrists, gloves, collars or cloaks that covered her neck, and skirts that reached the ground. sometimes she even went as far as to wear a veil, not only because of her aversion to touch, but also because it made her feel like she had no identity- which, she didn't. She felt more like a ghost, and she often wished she was one. The extra fabric also helped her to not become overwhelmed when she manifested as an Empath, which was a conflicting experience for her. Sometimes, she would hate to touch anyone at all, but in rare occasions, she would go out to pretend to bump into someone, just to get a brief feeling of something.

After a few years, she became less strict with herself by ditching the veil and the gloves, for the most part, and began slowly trying to ground herself by journaling instead of cutting or bruising herself (which she had been doing for years). She wrote about people she saw. she wrote about Father and Zyti. She wondered how Father and Achim could have been so violent while her sister broke under it all. Speculation about the potential strength of human minds, the seeds for what would later become a full on facility.

Things began to change very rapidly, with the invention of light leaping, elves Vespera had never seen before were popping up out of nowhere and settling here. And there was talk of a king? Well, she knew that a lot of the other species had rulers, but humans and elves both either had smaller leaders for different places, or just self-governed areas. But that was to change very soon.

One of the newcomers to Atlantis was Fintan Pyren, who she encountered when he was trying to push open a pull door. She hadn't laughed, like, ever, but it did make her smile. She might have even been amused. They began talking, and Vespera wondered if she was forming some sort of connection. they talked almost every day, he reminded her to take care of herself (that wasn't her strong suit), and she did what she does best- she sat in silence. But it turned out quietly writing with someone is much better than quietly writing alone.

However, the friendship she had with Fintan was nothing compared to what she had with Vespera. She began to open up to her, to genuinely trust her, prior to going numb. Luzia was truly enamoured of her, and Vespera had no idea if she truly felt the same, or if it was just her Empathy. And while they never fully undressed in front of each other, Vespera felt comfortable enough to show her arms and legs, which was huge for her. But then Luzia went and ratted her out to the council and stole her illusions and got her sent to prison.

the end <3

[anotherhumanpet]

It’s a sound argument and Judas knows it. Doesn’t mean he has to like the answer. “And his mom is gonna be capable of handling any of the shadows that follow that kid around? Will she be able to deal with Ratatoskr if he shows up? Will she even understand anything that's been happening around him?”

"Careful," Jaden warns through a low tone, "She is my sister, ya know." That didn't mean Judas was any less right about the proposed situations, but Jaden couldn't ignore the sense of protectiveness bubbling in his core for his older sister either. Penny and Amber had his back during some of the harshest points of his life, so his loyalty to them is unshakable.

"But, as far as I know, she doesn't know anything other than the fact that I've gotten involved with a terrorist organization, hence why I can't come home anymore; Dennis is wholly uninvolved from it, apart from Achim's torture on him. And that's the way it should be. She and the rest of the family are so far removed all this that they're safe." With a sigh, Jaden quietly added on, "Honestly, it'd probably be better if Dennis went to live with her so he could have better support and a safer lifestyle."

But he knows that kid would throw a fit if that hammer ever got dropped.

[cursedfortune]

[ Achim ] There's been a feeling in his gut for a while now. A funny little twist and sink of his stomach each time he thought of, looked at or talked to her about pretty much anything. Nothing he was particularly concerned about, but it did tickle his curiosity in such a way that its going to be very distracting in the future if he doesn't clear the air soon.

"...Hey, Mortem?" He asks after a few moments of silent staring [ which both do a significant lot of so it's not awkward or anything anymore ] "...how old are you?" There's a tilt of his head and a slight squinting of his eyes as he questions her, but it's almost playful in nature rather than threatening.

@of-elitiism

"Mm...?" So his staring had a reason behind it, it was just them doing their usual exchanges.

What a question. Plenty of mortals were curious but rarely asked for one reason or another. A reminder of their mortality sometimes, not truly wishing to know her age the longer they thought about it, or the occasional lack of care. All the reasons amused her, but what always drew her attention were those willing to ask - and actually sought an answer.

Fortune favors the bold, it is said. Mortem didn't always find that to be true. Fortune usually favored the wise over the bold, as boldness never guaranteed survival. The wise knew to tread carefully. The wise were often the more curious ones. And if there was one thing that fell within her domain, it was curiosity. The backbone of potential - the foundation of wisdom.

Perhaps, then, she should be honest.

Her index finger touched upon her chin before moving to cup her chin entirely. How far back was it now?

A number was stated, one that was borderline obscene to have left her lips. She sought then to clarify, to give more perspective to the era she originated from. "When I was born, castles didn't exist. Leadership and civilization was being figured out. You had settlements at best. Much of the world was unnamed, unexplored. It was a time before the world 'war' existed."

Ah, yes. War. People fought, people always fought. But no one had known war, not until later. Wars required civilizations to go against one another for any number of reasons. She was a young witch when the first one marred the world and defined itself.

"Suffice to say, I'm old." Mortem smiled, quite proud of the fact. Even if she knew better than any she was older than any witch ought to be.

[general-kalani]

He merely continued to whistle. Amazing Grace was like second nature to him. He hadn't responded to Achim, didn't even glance at the soldiers.

But hearing the gunfire from the machineguns mounted to the planes... It was what finally gave him pause and let him smile. A vicious little smile, like everything was going his way.

"I knew John would come to me."

His whistling was tenfold now with intensity. As if the thought of if he did it hard enough could reach John.

"My, my such thick armour our target has! We barely dented it my Chosen! Lets bombard it and see how it handles that. Free to fire the machineguns. Strafe them with everything you have! Stiles I do hope that bridge is gone by now. Do not leave even a portion of it able to be crossed by these heathens!"

After all it is what they deserved for taking their Father. His brother.

More machinegun fire. The sound of it from the four Chosen he'd brought with him was nearly deafening.

Oh he was loving it.

He was loving it more as the bombs were released, he had been aiming to the ground beside the truck but direct impact was not a concern of his! Perhaps the possible ringing from inside the truck resulting from the explosions being so close to it would confuse them for a while... He did have three other bombs on his plane, after all and his Chosen still had more.

There was time for this all to go to plan.

~`~

"Holy fucking shit that's all it was gon' take. Keep firing! Reload them as fast as possible! When this fucker goes down I want people t'go after the Father after securin' it! See if John needs help collectin' 'im! Pilot, move us out! I wan' us to get Joseph. And stay outta range'a that beast. I don't wanna deal with it any longer the Faithful can deal with 'im."

Finally he could get to where Joseph was and worry about him as an older brother should. It means he had to switch sides though on the helicopter...

What he didn't expect to see was an explosion from the south bridge. A hum. Didn't have to switch sides anymore at least. "Pilot! North bridge, now! I wanna intercept in case John can't fuckin' handle it."

A grin on his face. "Fuckin' 'ell John ye do me proud. Maybe he did learn a few things from me." Best part was he'd have a clear shot at the vehicle as they approached from the main road and he readied the rifle.

This was... Fun to him. That wasn't worrying.

Two guards dressed fully in black armour glared at the preacher before them. One shifted in his spot in such a way to show off his weapon while the other didn’t move at all. Achim gave a little bit of a laugh towards Joseph.

“You can’t use your tactics on them.” The scientist smirked. “I’m sure you are very charming to those idiots who follow your ‘god’s voice’ but these men are smarter than that.” With his words, the two soldiers straightened out their backs, a silent but firm confirmation that they are more than willing to stick by Achim’s side.

“Besides… you don’t care about them.” The scientist looked to a small window in the transport truck, witnessing the carnage outside. “How many are dying just trying to save you? Hmm? And yet… all you are doing is whistling.”

The armoured truck was full steam ahead on the main road out of the area. Cars were getting pushed to the side by the shear power that the machine held. Bullets pelted the sides, leaving small imprints but the metal was so thick that it was able to withstand the barrage.

-

In the meantime, the scientist’s experiment was causing as much destruction as possible. Tossing anything and anyone that was unable to get out of his way in time. Much like the armoured truck, ballistic ammo was bouncing off of his tough hide. However… little did Achim know that the cult was packing some heavy artillery.

PEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

As soon as the mortars hit the monster, it roared out into the heavens. Explosions and smoke completely obscured the creature from the rest of the world and once it had all cleared, the wounds had become visible. Blood poured onto the road with a roar of pain erupting from Bruce. It worked, slowing his advance into a near crawl.

[ferociouslumber]

“DON’T YOU DARE LET GO OR I’LL PISS ON YA GRAVE!”

Gotta love their father-son relationship, right.

[ferociousslumber-a]

i like how this turned out

[wardogxicarus]

With a grunt, the older Australian took a seat not to far away. "That's good, I'm doin alright myself. Still gettin' used to... Ya know." He held up his cane slightly. "Heard you managed to get some of Achim's soldiers... What do ya have planned for 'em?"

There was a twinge of guilt upon seeing the cane. If she had been a little faster, perhaps not gotten blasted off of her feet when she had, she could have gotten there to prevent this.

"..Oh, yeah." She briefly glanced at her tablet before sighing. "We captured a fair number of remaining soldiers. Others fled or were already dead. There..." Shale paused for just a moment. "There are a few that I believe deserve a second chance, but Pierce and I have been butting heads on that. As for the others... well, we may have to enact Pompeii Protocol on them."

@musesbykai

[of-elitiism]

Some general changes / info updates i need to add to the muses on this blog.

warning, long post and rushed sketches

Adrianna is a rich lady, just not, Bill Gates/globally-rich (can't believe i'm making that parallel). She's more like mafia-rich, has enough money to live in luxury without bringing too much attention to herself. She's a household name only in certain, tighter circles, some less legal than others. Can walk down the street without necessarily being recognized. She's more lowkey, that's the point. No bodyguards, no chef, no secretary, no corporation. The nature of where her money comes from is unclear/left open to interpretation. She's def still doing merc work as a side hustle tho.

Marcus is a uni prof. There, i said it, he's out of the woods and unto higher education (again, wtf are the words i'm using). Still a werewolf, but like, he's got a job now. This tickles my funny bone because university professor/librarian is actually an AU version of him that lives rent free in my head so i wanna smush those two together. So Anthropology/language expert Marcus is a professor at a local university. Nothing flashy, nothing that draws too much attention. Once a month he takes a long drive out in nature (with either an old ass car or an even older, run down motorcycle, up to be decided), to "unwind and get some fresh air", lol. He's been at this job for a while, keeps it lowkey, has a somewhat okish reputation as the quiet, slightly awkward foreign teacher that doesn't understand the subtleties of this culture.

Achim is older and in his underground-fighting era. A bit of a celebrity, a bit of a heart throb with the ladies (and some lads too), a bit of an asshole, if he hasn't had his meal yet. When he's not getting punched for people's entertainment he's a club bouncer, but he does a bunch of other stuff too, like moving boxes, bringing in supplies, fixing that loose cabinet door, etc. He's more street smart than book smart. A bit abrasive with people he doesn't know, but super chill and nice within his small circle of friends. Secretly takes reading and writing classes.

Terry is basically the same, with the added feature that she is well aware that she cannot die and is a lil shit about it. Slightly deranged in the head, but like in a very cutesy, very demure way. Fashion Icon. Knows everybody (as in, she knows my other muses and a lot of other ppl too, whatever the plot calls for). Easily the best girl in this shit show.

Isaac is forever. Eternal. Ever-lasting. My boy is perfect, no need to switch him up. Maybe just explore his unhinged self a lil bit more.

Bonus:

Viktor and Emily, vampire cousins. Viktor is Achim's frenemy/foil type of character. Likes poetry unironically, doesn't understand modern frivolities, hates himself but thinks he's better than you. So basically an elder emo. Emily is the younger one of the two, Belle Delphine-coded, bdsm ballerina, fan-favorite goth girl with smol tiddies. Says "nya" unironically and has a major crush on Achim, truly believes they will get married one day. Viktor and Emily don't like eachother, but it's more him not liking her while she's just iffed out.

[sheddingxkinn]

Achim, age 10, 18 and 30. older art but i really like it 

[anotherhumanpet]

GENERAL INFORMATION

NAME: Dennis Isaac Michael Wenny NICKNAMES/TITLES: Son (Silas/Gramps), Ihop (Judas), Algebra (Hot Spot), Mouse Prince (Ratchet), Kid or Lil Brat (Envy), Rat Child (Yin) SPECIES: Human AGE: 15 years old PRONOUNS: He/Him/His DATE OF BIRTH: July 12th NOTE-WORTHY ABILITIES: Good with people and able to see a friend in everyone, if not outright successfully befriending them. Avid rock climber and cave diver. There's also a slight unknown issue with him randomly teleporting across the multiverse that nobody can make sense of. CURRENT RESIDENCE: His childhood home, currently occupied only by himself, his pet rats, and occasionally his dad. OCCUPATION: High school student, and the main reason why his friends and family have high blood pressure. AFFILIATIONS: Technically speaking, none. But he'll throw hands for the Autobots and N.E.S.T. if it comes down to it. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English. Loosely understands only a handful of Cybertronian words but could never really speak them.

PERSONALITY

ALIGNMENT: Mix of Lawful Good and Lawful Neutral. ASSETS: A bat, a knife, his fists, an evil rat according to Judas. FLAWS: Reckless, short sighted, too trusting, defensive and angry towards accusations about himself or his loved ones, doesn't admit there's a problem easily, can't tell a lie to save his soul, becomes easily attached to anyone and anything. LIKES: Food, quality time with friends, outdoor activities, video games, hugs. DISLIKES: Homework, unfairness, bullies, violence, being alone. FEARS/PHOBIAS: Large and open bodies of water, being confined in glass/hard plastic containers.

CONNECTIONS

FAMILY: Immediate family are his mother (Penny) and father (Robert). Beyond them, he has his maternal aunt (Amber), maternal uncle (Jaden), both paternal and maternal grandparents, Amber's wife (Crystal), their children (Derek, Jesse, Ethan, and [verse dependent] Jaden's boyfriend (Judas). Sibling wise, Dennis technically has none, but considers all of the Protectobots, Judas, and Yin to be his older brothers, and Eve like an older sister. Optimus and Gramps both act/are seen as father figures to him. Ratchet is grandfatherly figure. FRIENDS: There are many. Listing them all is a chore. You are most likely his friend already. This is not a threat but a promise. ROMANTIC INTEREST: He'd sooner die than admit it, but there's a girl named Jenny at his school whom he's absolutely smitten with. ENEMIES: Achim, Tarn, Knock Out, Silas/Salad. OTHERS: Agent Fowler and his underlings fall into a weird category for Dennis because they're not exactly friends, but they're not enemies either. The crew are adults who are just taking the situation and the children's safety seriously, so their tactics rub Dennis the wrong way at times.

FACTS AND TRIVIA

It has yet to be discovered/fully understood by anyone, but the reason why Dennis can hop around the multiverse with ease is due to a direct exposure he had with the Matrix of Leadership. Boy got hit with a blast of radiating powers and got none of the control to go with it. Thanks, Vector Prime.

Dennis' dislike of loneliness stems from his sense of abandonment that manifested after his parents' divorce and Jack's coincidental social disappearance into the Autobot-Decepticon conflict.

He doesn't open up easily about his frustrations/problems because the last time he did his mother winded up calling for the divorce shortly thereafter. It wasn't wholly unrelated to his venting, but it wasn't entirely his fault either. Nonetheless, Dennis blames himself for splitting up the family and has effectively stopped talking about himself as a means of doing damage control for everyone.

It wouldn't be accurate to say he suffers from claustrophobia because he doesn't mind being in tight spaces. You can't be a caver if you do. But there are certain environments/textures that do trigger a fear response in Dennis, hence why there's a clarification that it's glass and hard plastic that set him off.

[monster-or-man]

[Igneo Donti] "You're an older blooded vampire, yeah?" Leland folded his arms as he sat back in his seat. "That sucks. Anything else I should expect? Given I have any control that night."

"Yer correct. I am an old blood." Achim moved next to Leland. "It affects all of us in different ways. Witches tend to be highly active during them as well but it is mostly us ye have to worry about."

[ferociouslumber]

Under the full moon there’s no morality, no guilt, no resentment. Under the full moon, no one and nothing amounts to anything. There’s no feelings, no restraint and no family or friends. 

There’s nothing.

Nothing but the hunger and the urge to k i l l . 

[ferociousslumber-a]

@carnivoroushowl​

His mind was already wandering, but this scent hit him like a train. It was thick but subtle, somewhat familiar but... also off putting. Pithy and spicy. It made his nose itch and his attention disperse, so much that Achim tripped over an elevated crack in the pavement. Also, there goes his half full soda, flying somewhere in front of his, the young wolf had it slip from his grasp as he tried to stabilize himself. Shoot, it was cherry too, his most tolerable flavor...

Round eyes rise to look at what or whom disturbed him. A woman. Slim, black hair, looks at him funny. So he looks back in kind for a solid moment. Is there something on his face? Or... did she expect something? Why is she blocking the entrance.

“...Uh, i wanna get inside?”

[beastmaiden]

“Alright well that was ominous and disconcerting.” [ from Older!Achim ]

“Ominous? I suppose you’re right—but I’ll say it again. You look like someone I know—and I’m surprised I didn’t notice sooner.”

Her voice was a soft murmur if anything, the white and green haired woman staring at the boy and making the connection between her and her good friend. Though it wouldn’t make much sense—maybe it was just a coincidence? Marcus’ child was dead along with his wife—so really is had to be q coincidence.

“Anyway,” Heidi cut the topic of conversation quickly, pen idly tapping on her desk as she looked to her student, a brow raised slightly.

“Was there something that you actually needed from me?”

[of-elitiism]

[Older Chika] "Do you like the taste of my skin?"

Bite - accepting!

"Y-yes," his voice comes out as a needy whisper, hot and raspy against the soft skin of her neck. Perhaps she only meant it as a playful banter, but Achim was far too enamored to entertain her jests. He didn't necessarily plan to take up so much of her time on this occasion, but after an entire day of light teasing between them and a game of chase around their apartment, he'd finally caught her in his arms. And it didn't seem like he meant to let her go anytime soon.

Her kiss was always tender and sweet, but the feeling of her soft and smooth skin against his lips stirred something inside him that made the wolf feel both weak and vicious. It began with small trails of pecks on her cheek and jawline, but soon enough it turned into slower, firmer kisses and nibbles against the sides of her throat and collarbones. His arms wrapped around her form, tugging at her clothes and sprawling fingers to drag up and down the sides of her waist while his face was entire buried against her neck. Nuzzling that sweet spot where he could feel her pulse against his lips. Grazing sharp teeth across the flesh with what felt like a god-like level of self control. Breathing heavily as her scent and the feel of her body against his shot through him like a bullet. There's a low rumble going on in his chest and throat as the wolf somehow stumbled their bodies unto their bed, pinning himself to cover her lithe body while he continued his rampage. The barrier of her shirt removed, he'd lowered himself further down, trailing his lips across collarbones and ribs, labored breathing following as he rubbed his cheek and nose against the smoothness of her abdomen. His hair traveled behind his nibbling, sprawling unto her skin and shielding part of his face from her view. When he finally rose slightly to loom over her and brush his hair away from his eyes, he saw the red mark of her scar spreading from side to side on her belly, only mere inches away from his face.

Without any logical thought behind his impulse, he lowered himself and trailed parted lips and the tip of his tongue across the faded scar while his hands grabbed unto the sides of her. When he leaned back up on his elbows and turned to look at her, he appeared truly intoxicated. "You're--- gonna make me loose my mind," Lidded brimming eyes, heaving through parted lips and a flush of red across his cheeks, the young wolf looked as if he'd just tasted godly ambrosia for the first time in his life.