#Raven!Elijah

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Beartrap

Hi unplanned return to Hollow Bones with thanks to @febuwhump febuspecial DAY 2: body modification and DAY 3: bear trap

takes place after Escape Flight and before Found

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Elijah knows he shouldn’t be doing this; the ghost of mothers words haunt him.

Clean yourself.

Be clean and no one will know the monster

But that’s long gone, the monster he was, was clear to all that saw him as blood dripped from him, there was no clearing his mess.

Even now he knew his suits were useless to hide it, after all, how exactly was he going to hide the white feathered additions to his person with tailor fabric.

White had alway been a pain to clear blood from but at least the feathers- his feathers seem easier to clean off it.

His wings in question ache with every pulse of blood, stiff from the breaks he can’t fix and the only thing numbing them, these strange limbs that shouldn’t be his but were and the instincts that came with them, was hunger.

For centuries he had smothered the full extent of his blood lust refusing to give him to the blood baths he wanted to indulge in, he couldn’t manage his siblings if he fell as far and then eventually the countless innocents would weigh on him, these weren’t innocents.

The only thing keeping him decent was the stolen pants from the first hunter he had found.

Hunters in the bayou, a threat to Hayley and her pack, a perfect excuse to stop holding back.

The newest pack of hunters had arrived this morning and had split up, leaving Elijah forced to keep his attention on all of them to make sure they didn’t venture too close to any of the dens the crescent pack had been hiding.

Elijah had already failed twice, and arrived too late to save a wolf he would prefer not to fail again.

Since he arrived he had noticed the pattern as the hunters appeared to lay traps during the day and return at night with guns, sadly they had yet to work out guns were useless against him nor that he had been letting them come and go during the day to get more information.

So far he had gotten little besides the fact they had been sent by Kingmaker Land Development Inc. which had cause him to discover the witches in the lab had managed to mess with his memories as he found the name familiar but when he had tries to think back he realised more his memories of his time a blur of emotions but no solid memories.

He remembered what their plans had been and the earliest time of his captivity but much after his wings had appeared was muddled.

More of a reason to go to Freya to see if his sister could clear it up but he couldn’t risk leaving the bayou to the hunters. He could-should call her but the few times he had tried with a phone pick up from one of the corpses he was littering the area with his hands had frozen.

So he was going to stay and indulge in his bloodlust until the full moon and he could find Hayley and whoever was bringing Hope to see her, and they had better kept that up since his adoption or he would be having words.

He frowned as he once again found himself distracted by clearing dried blood from the-his neck feathers, it was a little too easy to fall into a mild trance when preening, another way his control had been taken from him.

He felt his teeth sharpen from the rage he was failing to calm, he took a breath and closed his eyes to enjoy the unfiltered sunlight on his skin.

The sole positive of this whole mess so far, a millennia since he had been free to feel it without the danger of burning and now he could, it was calming.

“Fucking mangy mutts.” a low voice carried to him from supernatural hearing shattering his short lived peace.

Hayley and her pack, those that had been trying to protect Hope, left vulnerable because of Klaus’ spite and Dahlia, collateral damage like Gia.

Elijah, it seemed, was done giving them the days free of his hunting, he was gaining little information and surely the sooner he finished all the pawns, then those playing the game would have to make an appearance.

He moved from branch to branch, going almost silently through the tree as he went for his first target when he spotted it, the perfect way to get them to come to him and without hesitation dropped from the trees to land on a bear trap.

Letting out an honest howl of pain, even as he bent down to rip the thing apart, fragile bones under feathers or not he was still a vampire with hands unlike the poor wolves these things were hunting.

The damage to his leg was healed completely by the time the first hunter arrived clearing, the sounds of the rest following to converge here.

The first hunter died without letting out a scream, dead before he even knew it, Elijah looked up to meet the eyes of the next still licking blood from his lips.

Those that followed were not so fortunate.

[dcvina-claires]

i love it when a piece of media is like: is there anything more painful than knowing your sibling? is there anything more tragic than knowing they are the only person who will ever share the same experience as you? they were the only constant in your life. they were there since birth and now, no matter how they betray you, you will still love them. you will always feel the need to protect them even if you can no longer bring yourself to talk to them. will anyone else be able to understand? will anybody be able to love you and hate you and fear you the same way a sibling loves you and hates you and fears you? no, probably not

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Elijah is Fed by Ravens

2 And the word of the LORD came unto him, saying, 3 Get thee from here {hence}, and turn thee eastward, and hide thyself by the brook Cherith, which is before the Jordan. 4 And it shall be, that thou shalt drink of the brook; and I have commanded the ravens to feed thee there. 5 So he went and did according unto the word of the LORD; for he went and dwelt by the brook Cherith, which is before the Jordan. 6 And the ravens brought him bread and flesh in the morning, and bread and flesh in the evening; and he drank of the brook. — 1 Kings 17:2-6 | King James Bible: Purple Letter Edition (KJBP) The King James Bible: Purple Letter Edition © 2009 by Jim Musser. All rights Reserved. Cross References: 1 Kings 17:1; 1 Kings 17:7; 1 Kings 17:9; Jeremiah 36:19; Jeremiah 37:21

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Commentary on 1 Kings 17 by Matthew Henry

[koredzas]

Giovanni Girolamo Savoldo - Elijah Fed by the Raven. 1510

[secondgenerationnerd]

Do the Logan twins wear gems on their temple like their mom?

Well, it’s a chakra like gem used to contain her inner demon. I don’t think it’s as permanent as hers is, but she uses something like it when teaching them how to control their powers.

I do like the idea that one of them has a demon form like Raven and the other has a beast form, like that episode of TT03

[eli-elien]

You’ll find moonlit nights strangely empty

The Raven: A Cautionary Tale About Love

reblog if you liked this!!

alt ver of one the pages

[kinglyisms]

Ship tags.

♚ — ( connections ; worldlydiversity ) you touch me and suddenly there’s flowers on my heart ► Luka ❤︎ Hanabusa. ♚ — ( connections ; mundanemiseries ) my soul has loved you since the beginning ► Elijah ❤︎ Raven. ♚ — ( connections ; ensxrcelled ) i may not be everything you want ; but i can give you all i have ► Luka ❤︎ Rikuto. ♚ — ( connections ; ebresos ) if you stay just a little that’s enough ► Casimir ❤︎ Eluin.

[torchbluelegacy]

Had a great time at Steel City Con with @resilientnarnian!

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 2: iv / shock / cry for help

also 9 with  body modification and caged.

Day 2 with @augustofwhump. and also with @randowhump’s Birthday Whump Event, for prompts 4,6,7,10 and 15

Hollow bones - Elijah goes missing while looking for a cure to the crescent curse and ends with him a few changes of his own.

Winged!Elijah Mikaelson

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Elijah watched as the IV dripped, ignoring then burning sensation, that left him wanting to claw at his own skin, as his healing attempted to heal around the needle and fought to keep his mind clear.

He had gotten rather good at ignoring the itching feeling since the feathers had broken his skin along with the wings.

His wings, which were still growing, they ached bringing back long forgotten memory of growing pains from his human life. His vampiric healing still worked on them, something they had discovered when one of the scientist had taken samples to find the flesh they had cut into regrew quickly.

It was something half the scientists involve weren't exactly pleased with, since they had apparently theorized that they had to return him human before they could start on forcing to him become a familiar.

An excellent sign that those experimenting on him had no idea what they were doing.

Since they had managed what was supposed to be impossible and forced his body to grow wings and feathers they had moved onto the next part of their plans.

This new mix of drugs it seemed was designed to make it harder to think, to leave his mind easier to manipulate for the witches and push him into giving into his new instincts to shift and change his shape.

He can only hope his mind is stronger than his body had proven to be when holding out against their experiments.

The growing want to change, to shift his shape was starting to overwhelm his hunger.

He knows he could, knows how, just reach inside and escape the cuffs around him, neck, arms wrists and legs.

But he also knows they want him to give into it.

The large bird cage sitting in the lab, taunting him, made it clear that it was a trap, no matter how much part of him wanted to stretch his wings and fly, if he acted without thinking and played into their hand he’d end up even more trapped than he was now. 

Besides he wasn't sure he would be able to change back if he gave in and without a proper connection to a coven it would be far too easy to lose himself.

Lost familiars wandered the wilds, undying as the magic of nature kept them alive, even as they long lost who they once were.

Likely exactly what they wanted, the scientists and those behind them.

Removing an Original without a trace, without taking his sireline with him, avoiding angering his siblings and gaining blank Familiar to join their coven.

Still it was coming up to the full moon, the second he would have missed since he was taken and he knew the witches had prepared a spell for the night, one that needed the added strength and Elijah had decided he couldn't be there for that.

[mundanemiseries]

@kinglyisms mentioned you on a post “Elijah's Wifu Status. "I'm usually in my work...”:

@/mundanemiseries Elijah VC: oh look the uniform kink.

​❝  wh-hey. I was just stating the fact that you look really nice in your uniform and like....in general, you know...?  ❞

❝  ...granted, I think I'd prefer that uniform of yours on the floo-  ❞

[redemptivexheroics]

Continued [X] @xinthesewallsx​

Raven smiled. “They have, I was wonder when the gods would bless me with maturity, took their sweet time on that” she commented. “Seeing as you and your brother are the only ones I will allow to call me ‘bean’ I guess I can stick that nick name” she teased.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Being Fed in Unlikely Ways

1 And Elijah the Tishbite, who was of the inhabitants of Gilead, said unto Ahab, As the LORD God of Israel lives, before whom I stand, there shall not be dew nor rain these years, but according to my word.

2 And the word of the LORD came unto him, saying,

3 Get you from here, and turn eastward, and hide yourself by the brook Cherith, that is east of the Jordan.

4 And it shall be, that you shall drink of the brook; and I have commanded the ravens to feed you there.

5 So he went and did according unto the word of the LORD: for he went and dwelt by the brook Cherith, that is east of the Jordan.

6 And the ravens brought him bread and meat in the morning, and bread and meat in the evening; and he drank of the brook. — 1 Kings 17:1-6 | King James 2000 Bible (KJB2K) The King James 2000 Bible, copyright © Doctor of Theology Robert A. Couric 2000, 2003. All rights reserved. Cross References: 1 Kings 17:7; 1 Kings 17:9; Jeremiah 36:19; Jeremiah 37:21; Luke 4:25; James 5:17

[judahmaccabees]

You ate meal;

I ate the bread.

You drank water;

I made wine.

I went to Hell,

And returned with Shaddai's blessing.

[secondgenerationnerd]

Can Emerson and Elijah fly without wings like their mama

I wanna say yes

But Eli prefers to be a bird

[lordgodjehovahsway]

1 Kings 17: Elijah Announces To Ahab a Great Drought

1 Now Elijah the Tishbite, from Tishbe in Gilead, said to Ahab, “As the Lord, the God of Israel, lives, whom I serve, there will be neither dew nor rain in the next few years except at my word.”

Elijah Fed by Ravens

2 Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah: 

3 “Leave here, turn eastward and hide in the Kerith Ravine, east of the Jordan. 

4 You will drink from the brook, and I have directed the ravens to supply you with food there.”

5 So he did what the Lord had told him. He went to the Kerith Ravine, east of the Jordan, and stayed there. 

6 The ravens brought him bread and meat in the morning and bread and meat in the evening, and he drank from the brook.

Elijah and the Widow at Zarephath

7 Some time later the brook dried up because there had been no rain in the land. 

8 Then the word of the Lord came to him: 

9 “Go at once to Zarephath in the region of Sidon and stay there. I have directed a widow there to supply you with food.” 

10 So he went to Zarephath. When he came to the town gate, a widow was there gathering sticks. He called to her and asked, “Would you bring me a little water in a jar so I may have a drink?” 

11 As she was going to get it, he called, “And bring me, please, a piece of bread.”

12 “As surely as the Lord your God lives,” she replied, “I don’t have any bread—only a handful of flour in a jar and a little olive oil in a jug. I am gathering a few sticks to take home and make a meal for myself and my son, that we may eat it—and die.”

13 Elijah said to her, “Don’t be afraid. Go home and do as you have said. But first make a small loaf of bread for me from what you have and bring it to me, and then make something for yourself and your son.

 14 For this is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says: ‘The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the day the Lord sends rain on the land.’”

15 She went away and did as Elijah had told her. So there was food every day for Elijah and for the woman and her family. 

16 For the jar of flour was not used up and the jug of oil did not run dry, in keeping with the word of the Lord spoken by Elijah.

17 Some time later the son of the woman who owned the house became ill. He grew worse and worse, and finally stopped breathing. 

18 She said to Elijah, “What do you have against me, man of God? Did you come to remind me of my sin and kill my son?”

19 “Give me your son,” Elijah replied. He took him from her arms, carried him to the upper room where he was staying, and laid him on his bed. 

20 Then he cried out to the Lord, “Lord my God, have you brought tragedy even on this widow I am staying with, by causing her son to die?” 

21 Then he stretched himself out on the boy three times and cried out to the Lord, “Lord my God, let this boy’s life return to him!”

22 The Lord heard Elijah’s cry, and the boy’s life returned to him, and he lived. 

23 Elijah picked up the child and carried him down from the room into the house. He gave him to his mother and said, “Look, your son is alive!”

24 Then the woman said to Elijah, “Now I know that you are a man of God and that the word of the Lord from your mouth is the truth.”

[ultrachoppedpenguinbouquet]

Elijah and the ravens