#elpida: eden

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@elpida | continued meme | Richard & Eden

He was lost there within her eyes, in the meadow of sorrow and conflicting feelings. Large fingers flexed over her soft skin and Richard wanted nothing more than to press closer, breathe her in, taste her lips. But this moment held more than just desire, there was turmoil and Richard's chest seized his heart in a death grip as Eden struggled against whatever was going on in her mind and her heart. Richie never had been very quiet about how he felt, what his heart wanted, what he wanted. An island somewhere with the person he cared about, it had always been some pipe dream of a boy that wanted nothing to do with the rules and responsibilities that were his to inherit, the leadership of a pack, a people that he could never truly avoid despite his best efforts. But if he could have that dream with anyone, Richard felt it would be with Eden.

His hand was seconds from slipping into her hair, drawing her flush to him and capturing her lips with his own but Eden moved away, a heartbreaking action that made Richard make a noise of the same sentiment. She was fighting this, fighting what they felt and had between them, all the unexplored emotions and opportunities all because of her fucking family and Richard couldn't help the flash of anger that burned in his veins at that. No, he couldn't let her push him away, he couldn't be away from her. His head shook and the tall man instinctively reached out for her again but stopped himself, fingers curling into a fist and dropping to his side as he just watched her, blue eyes hooded with a sadness that etched across his furrowed features.

All at once he was slammed with emotions, they'd been swirling in his gut and teasing at the back of his mind but Eden's words hit him like arrows, stabbing deep into his chest to root there where he wanted her to be. He shifted, unclenching his fist and roughly shoving it through his curly hair, exhaling a soft growl and glancing away from her for only a second, not wanting Eden to think his ire was at all directed towards her. Whoever made her feel so confined, so trapped and unworthy of love would feel his ire some day but for now... he couldn't do anything but speak his heart like some fool ready to fall into the pits of a trap willingly if it meant being near to her.

"I don't care Eden, I don't care about any of that," Richard said, tone low, sad and laced with a yearning he couldn't help, he stayed where he was, not wanting to bridge the distance she made between them without her consent but desiring it more and more each passing second, he couldn't stand seeing her cry. "I don't give a shit about your dad or whatever he's convinced you he could do to me, to us," he dropped his head a little, tilting it to the side and catching her green gaze, getting lost there for a few breaths as his brow creased with care and emotion. "I care about you and only you." And it was true, not even his pack meant as much to him as Eden did, the little wolf had gotten so deep into his mind, body and soul, Richard would fight to keep her there.

He took a moment, a breath filling his lungs and exhaling through an opened mouth, pondering his next words and knowing they might be reckless, impulsive, but that was what love did to a person, right? Made them do whatever they could to keep it alive. He broke his efforts in maintaining distance, taking hold of her own clenched hand this time and taking it in both of his. His thumbs caressed at her han and he shook his head, knowing that dream of his wasn't the answer to either of their problems, least of all the one's Eden had expressed but he was going to voice it anyway. "We could run away, sail off to some island, just you and me, leave everyone behind and just... be happy, together." He said softly, hopefully, again his head shook and he sighed, glancing down at where he held her hand in his.

Richard wished he could take it all away like that, just get on his boat with this beautiful woman and leave everything behind. All his responsibilities, the legendary shoes of his Uncle he was supposed to fill and the pack he was supposed to lead. Especially leaving behind her father and family, the people that made her feel less than what she should have. But there was no easy and quick solution to this. Whatever they chose, they had to do it together because Richard would be damned if he gave Eden up. Not now, not ever.

"I can't lose you, Eden," he added after a few moments of silence, pulling her hand to put it against his chest where his heart thundered as if it would spring out of his chest, past his ribs, right into her palm, truly where it belonged anyway. He brushed his thumb over her hand again, wanting to pull her even closer now that he'd made contact once more. "Darling, I understand you're trying to protect me but I would face the wrath of Hades himself if it meant being with you. I won't give up, not even if you try to push me away." He could protect them both, though, his own safety meant far less than Eden's, Richard could only imagine what her father would do and had already done to her to instill such fear in the woman.

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" Well aren't you a little lady. " smooth baritone, warm and thick like melted caramel, complimented the manners rather than mock them. It did tickle the man under the ribs, witnessing someone uttering ' please and thank you ' so honestly, not from fear or force. It seemed to him, the girl was a pleasant company even before the army of dead conquered mother earth. The realization followed by another, that the chances of them being in the same circles in the life before were slim, very, very slim, odds for even meeting her where 1 in a 100. Sophisticated, polite, calm women did not enter pubs owned by the mob, filled with people arm to the teeth, downing beer and not minding the brute behavior. No, this one certainly would not be in the cards he was dealt -- so somehow, deep inside, for the first time the man saw the bright side of getting that Joker with a decaying zombie face that changed the world order. . . because meeting Eden certainly didn't count as another disaster.

" Does the please and thank you approach work on the corpses as well? Maybe I am missing something here. . . instead of smashing their hissing, ugly mug, I should have just politely ask for them to take a hike. " the laughter continued to spread through the scattered, ruined space of the gas station, until it suddenly died down. Her touch, that is, the squeeze of the sleeve of the leather jacket left him in place, watching the small hand next to his wide one. He allowed contact, left his hand still, feeling the hunger for protection, comfort. . . perhaps most of all humanity, in that act. " No need to thank me sweetheart, we can't all be just savages, killing for a bite of food or bullet that would do more good if we swallow it ourselves, not others. . . " A grim tone to the response, but honesty evident in the sentence.

A thought passed through the privacy of his mind, a realization of hypocritical statement. He killed for less than a bite of food, which today means literal survival -- before he killed for mere piece of land that wasn't even his. A territory, to protect the invisible lines of what the Devil stranglers proclaimed theirs. Gaze wondered to the chain still hanging on his jeans. A weapon taking more lives than bullets ever did or would. A favorite thing to steal a soul with. Clearing his throat, snapped back to the present moment by the melodic tone of Eden's voice, grin appeared under the untrimmed mustache. " Would never say, Irish's that is so polite? Maybe there is hope for us after all. " he joked, knowing well the reality is far from the stereotypes other glued to the Irish. They were friendly, helpful, honest, loyal . . . maybe after a few pints they were just a bit sensitive with the nerves. However, a few firsts flying in a quick brawl and everything is back to normal. " I am a mutt myself, that is why the accent isn't on point. " Jace explained vaguely, unaware of the small chit chat they were having, not very common for this times. " Am from Texas, long way from here. Left when I was 16. " small pause, deafening silence when the never-ending regret cut the beating blood pump on the memory of what. . .who he left behind without even a proper goodbye. " Mother was Irish, died giving birth to me. My father was Texan, and the old man gave his best to convey the bits and pieces of her memory on me, so he copied her accent, until my tongue didn't shape words with it. . . the thing ended tho, he died when I was eight, went to my uncle and aunt. "

History lesson was over as quickly as it began, telling it stirring the graves of too much buried ghost eager to haunt him. " Some valuable skills for sure. Is she still here? " Regretting the question as soon as it fell from the mouth, thick eyebrows lowered. " I mean. . . if your community fell apart, maybe she is out there. " Approach of reassurance not his usual ammo, though he tried. It seemed this fragile woman experienced a turbulent ride through the roads of Inferno, there was no need for the ' hard truth ' yet, telling her everyone she knew were probably dead, and she had a guardian angel getting her this far if she was so merciful and trustworthy toward strangers. Although, he scolded his own self, recalling the words she uttered before, asking only for a quick death. The woman was tired, obviously, tired of living the life on the run and in constant terror or everything around them. Chest puffed, chains of muscles tensing, need to shield her bubbling in his chest. She seemed as one of the very few pearls of purity on this gruesome battlefield of horror. " The thing you said, about finishing you? I think I'll keep you alive, listenin' to my bullshit probably a better punishment, to teach you not to lower your weapon around strangers, ya? " Jace teased, trying to bring up her spirits.

Pushing the callused hand into the back pocket of the light blue jeans, man fished out a crumpled box of cigarettes, biting the bud of one and extending the hand towards Eden. " Want one? " The other hand lighted the tobacco, as he inhaled the delicious smoke almost feeling the muscles fluttering with euphoria. Yes, he was addicted to this sinful pleasure. Next statement of the woman came as a punch to the gut, nearly choking on the grey could lingering in his lungs, Jace coughed violently. The corners of the eyes tuned red, while the eyeballs were glazed with a thin layer of tears. " Damn darlin' , you nearly killed me, I though we were good. " Commenting while straightening himself up, balled fist slammed the stone-hard chest. " A preacher, huh? I assure you, sweetheart, I was quite the opposite before zombies fucking up the society. " As if the patch ' president' on the left side of his chest and the brutal sight on the back, didn't reveal enough.

" And what were you? Professional climber surely not. " Another harmless joke, trying to keep the conversation light, making them forget for a moment where they are. Thick fingers brought the cigarette to the lips, taking another hit. Mention of the radio caught his interest instantly. " Radio, huh? Honestly darlin' been searching for some of those for a while now. Classic radio, song playing one. . . any chance you know where I can get that? " There was a promise, a legend even, passed down from generation to generation of the bikers. An agreement, between the rival clubs. A story so bizarre Jace always thought it was just a joke. But now, he really hoped it was not. The story went that if ever there was a disaster, something so devastating that the world can't recover from it, the clubs will join forces, unite, see the survival of their ranks is secured. And all he had to do to see if that is really true, is find the radio and listen. . . for the tunes of the song The house of the rising sun. Coordinates hidden inside of the lyrics, to the actual house.

Jace thought through the options laid on the table of destiny. Wounded stranger with probably not one savage bone in her body a bad package to take on. Slowing him down is the least of his problems, after all, he can't fully trust her. " Ok, darlin' this is what I propose. I am heading to a place allegedly not far from here. . . a market so to speak. Vulture's nest, heard of it? " Of course he will decide the opposite, taking her with him Jace got the information from the last guy he joined forces with. . . briefly -- considering Eden was now drinking the water he took from the man after strangling him. But he didn't end the guy's life for liquid, no, it was because the man tried to do that to him. Mistake on his part, underestimating Jace's calmed behavior. " From what I hear, I can get some bullets there, for a price. And medicine, that is certainly a thing there too. . . I just wonder what they will charge for it. " Trade was a complicated thing these days, value determined on the spot by the individuals, depending what they need. But she needed some antibiotic, something to prevent a potential infection. " Can you walk? " Jace asked before she answered does she even want to join him on this path, already approaching her and turning his back. " I would gladly offer you a ride on my Harley, but the flat tire got us separated. So I can offer you my back for a while. Because we have to move. This place? " He looked over the gas station. " Hot spot for unwanted guests probably doing the same things we did, looking for anything they can use. So we need to go. "

"I was running from biters, and.. I mean as obvious as it is I'm little, sometimes it'd easier to climb a floor and pick them off from a height." It wasn't a dumb choice, it wasn't like they'd manage to scale what she could and there was nothing wrong with using your strengths to your advantage. "It was when I was climbing down, there was a bit of metal and I slipped. I wasn't being careful." If she told the truth it'd be that she had that first dizzy spell of light headedness and couldn't keep focus that day. What day was that? What day of the week was it now?

In part Eden knew she was being an idiot, but so help her if he turned on her, overpowered her, murdered her for some bread, then so be it. She was tired, she was worn out, thirsty. Death might be some form of mercy to her right now, or at least she thought so. Maybe it'd all stop being peaceful, maybe whatever lay in the great beyond didn't have snapping jaws and rotting flesh. "When it umm... when it comes to ammo, it's a pain but try the upper floors, the bits that are hard to get to. It's where I find ammo, the places people think will be too difficult now or even too rusted and broken." Her free hand pressed to the warmth she felt bloom against her shirts fabric, crimson now dabbed on her fingertips that she stared down at.

"If I'm wrong, if I'm being a big idiot... if you want to take, everything I have just do me one kindness, and make sure you'd do it quick and make sure I'm dead, I'd not want.." her hand gestured. "I'd not want to be like them." in these times, killing someone was the mercy, the cruelty was to let someone turn, to become a flesh eating monster. It was when he turned, that was when she thought that'd be it and the way her pupils shot showed it, the expectance. Some people would have killed her over bread and berries, some would have killed. her for ammo alone. Then there were the sick ones, the ones that had lost all scraps of humanity and would've tortured the girl for fun. Shamelessly as his expression softened, all she could think was that he had lovely eyes. They reminded her of a storming sea with enraged clouds yet beneath something so gentle, waves that hushed and lulled a sense of security.

"Jace." she repeated and then that, a last name. How very human a thing, and how many people she wondered, had forgotten that type of simple thing? Her blood stained hand touched her chest and in that moment you could see, there was so much love inhabited into the last name she'd never forget, forever her best memories. "O'Connor." she huffed air, a slight amusement. "I know I don't sound Irish right? My grandmother did though she was.. well, her accent was a lot stronger than yours." that didn't matter, but little details like that made them seem more human than surviving animals. Her arm was still, she was stiff.. but as long as she waited in silence for his hands to turn bitter and nasty, for them to squeeze or grip a part of her that was too delicate for rough hands, the moment never came. Those green robs just continued to watch what he was doing, the way he peeled the fabric back to reveal the sore flesh, the blood, wet mixed with dry against pale flesh. "Oh I'll be fine, I'm fine, I'm.." no. She wasn't fine. She barely gasped as he lifted her to the counter and heavens, she was light. Legs dangling freely over the edge freely, her jeans showed signs of the fact she was a good climber, scraps and slight nicks to the thick material but nothing deep enough through them like her shoulder. Eden braced, ready for a sudden sting but what he gave her instead was completely kind, just as she'd been to him.

She didn't seem to timid when she reached to take that from him and she was fully aware she must have looked insatiable when she took three large swigs from that bottle, a gasp following but nothing had ever felt as good, her throat thanked her for the relief of liquid. "Thank you, Jace Catto." she almost panted the words with how she'd drank. She nodded her head, tensed again in preperation but god it did sting, and that instinct reaction was for that first 'f' to roll out, her face scrunching and rather than swear her bodies reaction was to reach and grip, to briefly squeeze what she'd grabbed which by chance, was his arm with slender fingers clutching at his clothings fabric. "Sorry, sorry." she breathed, eased, stopped squeezing her grip. Rare for someone to be polite these days, even rarer to apologise. "Medicine? Hell I'd be lucky wouldn't I? I think I'd be long dead if I had any of that on me." before he moved she reached and rather than take his hand, she took his sleeve again. "Hey— thank you, you didn't have to do that I mean I know how... people aren't people anymore I—" she let go of his sleeve.

Eden remained there, perched on that surface and as if to be disappointed to admit the story, lowered her head. "I'd really love to tell you I have a group but it's more.. I had a group. I was part of this place, there were walls and people, houses, running water." she started to explain, looking reminiscent. "See, I was useful to them because they had a mill and my grandmother was a baker. I learned everything from her so I knew how to make flour go further and how to make bread like that. Bread that'd last and not go stale overnight, how to make a starter for sourd—.. you don't really care for all that part but, it went wrong. Someone hid a bite and came back in the walls and within a few hours it was.. destroyed. I kept some things to the side just incase, made a run for it because.. I guess some people would say I was a coward some would say surviving." a light shrug and she flicked her own hair back behind one ear. She wondered what he'd think, a coward perhaps? Abandoning people like that, or survivor, for not waiting to become one of them. "It might be a little bit stale but it should still taste good." she explained. "There umm.. There was a radio there, they were talking to another group to the west which is why I'm here, looking for this other place. No idea where I'm going." she paused, tilting her head towards him. "Do you think I've more chance of seeing Jesus than finding this place?" Eden pressed her lips together momentarily before flashing her eyes to him again. "See, you're bringing up seeing Jesus and here I was totally thought you were a preacher before the world went to hell." she was joking with him, teasing and that hint of a smile curving the corners of her lips was precious.

[wrldofmyown]

continued. || @elpida

Cuddling was definitely one of his favourite things about dating someone, hell... he might've done it a few times when younger without being in a relationship with someone but now, having that special someone made moments like this so much better. Eden was his special someone and he loved spending every single second with her.

He snuggled closer to her as if it were possible and hummed softly at the feeling of her lips to his head. Eden's voice was so gentle and sweet; she made him melt. Feeling her arms around him, her hot skin pressed to his own... she brought him peace. A gentle groan came from him as he pulled away just a little bit to take a look at his stunning girlfriend.

Smiling softly, he leaned close to kiss the tip of her nose then below her jaw, "I just need you, my love." But there were deeper thoughts than just that, he had been thinking of the pain he caused Eden, it was something he would never forgive himself for, not fully even when he tried or pretended to. It made him think of all the damage he could've done to others. "I'm not sure I want to keep doing what I do." He began, "it's not only physically exhaustin' and I am gettin' older but I don't want to cause to others what I caused to you."

[wiinestories]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO THESE TWO 💕😍😍 @elpida

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kassandra had very little patience outside of her trusted circle of confidants . part of her had wished she could return to the tucked away cottage she shared with eden and avoid the outside realms , free of worries and her father's looming fears that she could suffer the same fate of her late mother ⸺͏͏ hence , the annoyance when she's at the edge of the realm's castle with hands folded beneath her breasts . rich , pale blue fabrics standing contrast to silk . . . silver gold braided strands , milky and freckled skin . "if you have came to keep a watchful eye on behalf of my father , you can tell him that his daughter has yet to runaway."

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@elpida asked: “they’re gonna catch us—” - from eden. (again, sue me.) || meme

"Let them, they might learn a thing or two," Alexander said with a growl in his voice and a mischievous grin on his features. After Eden confessed her feelings and in turn he told her about his own, when neither of them were working, Xander was all over her; making sure she knew how hooked he was on her. Tonight wasn't the exception.

The assassin hadn't been to a party in years, often found himself at a pub having drinks with a couple of friends or staying at home with Auggie and Romeo and watching a rugby game or film. But here he was now... hidden in some supply closet because he couldn't take his eyes off of Eden throughout the whole evening. And she had done her own teasing before too.

With her back facing him, Xander hiked up her skirt to above her hips and after pushing her panties aside, he unzipped his jeans to free his erection. Licking the pad of his thumb he teased her entrance, "look at you, you've been wantin' me just as much, sweetheart..." He murmured then grasped his hardened cock and slowly pushed his tip between her soaked lips until he was fully sheathed within her. "How does that feel, hm?" His voice came out hoarse.

[isolatednights]

the tone of her voice sets his heart racing ⸻ it shouldn't please him nearly as much as it does ; her excitement over such a seemingly little thing, yet it does. blues hues catch dark orbs for a brief moments before fluttering away to focus on his task. she's entirely too good at disarming him, because the moment she begins the soothing brush of fingers against his skin, the man nearly fumbles. releasing a soft chuff of amusement, he murmurs, "can't say i'll be any good at it. teachers never were to pleased when i was called upon to read aloud in school." voice to gruff, stumbling over words that flowed easily through his mind but otherwise tripped him up the moment they were demanded aloud.

he's quiet as fears are voiced aloud ⸻ words whispered just between them as to not further scare the two little ones huddle in the room just beyond. part of him wants to swear that nothing would keep him from the little trio he's come to deem as his, but the world hasn't been kind to him since the day he was born ( has only gotten worse since ), and he knows better than to make empty promises. "'ts not silly," he murmurs, "dream about losing you or the kids sometimes too." those days are ones he spends on edge ⸻ spends a touch closer to the lot of them, as if to truly convince himself its been nothing but that ; a bad dream. "just a nightmare. 'm right here."

blindly, his hand reaches out to loop his pinky through hers and offering it a brief squeeze. "nothing would stop me from trying to find you. ya hear me? nothing." he tries to meet her gaze for at least a moment before drawing back far enough to tilt his his head ⸻ to press his mouth just shy of those bright strips on her forehead. "c'mon. lil ones are probably worried sick about ya.

what would she do, if she woke up one day and he'd just... gone? the kids would be heartbroken but she'd be.. well she'd silently learned to trust him, to look for him and honestly.. need him there with her, a hell of a lot more than she thought she did because even his voice was a comfort now. eden was soft that way, she had a heart despite all the hardships, she had warmth in her soul, just never in her hands that she always rubbed together to warm.

she tried to stay perfectly still as he murmured his apologies for the obvious way she tried not to scrunch her brows. "you did?" excitement suddenly appeared in her voice. "you'd do that for me?" he'd read to her, and somehow she found that sweeter than any date she'd ever been on. "i'd like that, a lot." maybe it was the discomfort, maybe it's that she just wasn't feeling herself but her hands had reached out and where they'd held to his upper arms her hands had started to rub back and forth slowly in quite a soothing motion, fingertips just brushing across his skin.

"I keep having this dream, asher.." her eyes had glanced to their room, the kids, and then back to him. "it's an awful dream, it's there every night.." she admitted, her voice becoming something quiet. "i know that one day, eventually.. we have to leave this house with them, but.. but in this dream, i can't find you anywhere and it doesn't matter where or how hard i look, you're not there. i look and i look, even when i shouldn't." her eyes closed, she was thinking it, picturing that dream. "i wake up and you're right there then, i feel so silly for it, but it terrifies me." given how she was sat, eden leaned forward so she could rest the good part of her forehead against his, only when she was sure he was done with those strips. it looked sore but, better. it'd look worse when the bruising developed but either way she brought their foreheads together and sighed softly. "pinky swear it?" she hushed. "you know how the kids are, we can't break pinky swears.. so i pinky swear, that i'd not stop trying to find you, if you wouldn't stop trying to find us either."

[memxntovivere]

closed starter for @elpida

Bellamy had been on an early morning run, trying to clear his head of the thoughts that had kept him up all night. He thought of grabbing a coffee, which led him to thinking about the bakery, which trailed to thinking of Eden. It had been a few weeks since they managed to clear out the remaining damage, but he had yet to stop by while off-duty. He saw the closed sign, but caught sight of her through the window. He would've knocked had she not already been walking to let him in. Bellamy barely waited for the door to open before he spoke. "I broke up with Jenna..." The words came tumbling out—the confession long overdue. It was for the better, honestly. Looking back on it now, they were both seeking comfort rather than something long-term. It didn't help that Jenna also wasn't Eden.

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The Reading Pool: Side God

"I saw their souls scatter into the sky that day. I’ll never forget it. That day they all rose to the heavens and became stars, and I heard their voices telling me that it wasn’t my fault. It was fated to happen. Our true peace began now in the depths of our ruin and destruction. While my heart will never cease its’ crying, I can only hope that those whom we have lost are right.” - Hecate

~ Beginning of Time - ? years

Khaos, Lucifer, and Elpida create the ten realms and the first gods.

Typhon attacks and while many fight, many die as well.

The origins of many stories begin to play out such as Saint and Neith’s union, Zeus’ descent into madness, Sai-Gong’s banishment, etc.

Time passes, and Zeus’ events begin to play out with him murdering many and the mark of madness passing onto Fu-Xi, Danu, and Isis. Many gods and dragons are lost, but both Zeus and Fu-Xi are finally brought down by the Generation of Hope, and later Danu and Isis.

Yue plays a significant role in everything that happens among the realms and it is revealed she is actually the child of “Life” and “Death”. Raised by the Rains and Sands, Anubis and her choose to travel and help others -- but not before they have a surprise on their hands in the form of Kebechet.

The nine god kings ascend their thrones and bring in a new era of peace, and Acheron becomes Lucifer’s heir, and Hecate as Khaos’. Wounds are mended and everything seems to be going well, until...

~ 5-10 years ago

The Rise of Tears happens and many gods, demons, and dragons are lost to an unknown illness that spreads throughout the ten realms. Hecate tries her best to stop it but cannot do so. Instead, she gathers the remaining gods, dragons, and demons, and takes them to Axis Mundi and the fragment of Hell Acheron saved, now known as The Land of Eternal Night.

~ Present Day

The remnants of what remains of the gods, dragons, and demons are gathered by Hecate and the others and brought to Axis Mundi. A hopefully final resting place for many of their souls. With everyone now soul-locked and living spirits walking among the living, many hope that truly everyone can begin living as they should have. During this time period as well, Sah, Eurydice, Aten, Hnoss, Gersemi, Shai-Ming, Chung-Tao, Mao-Yu, Liam, Isolda, Lulal, Shara, Akemi, and Sosuke are born, giving the hope of new life and beginnings. However, Hecate still blames herself for what has happened.

Many of the gods defect to live in the human world now that Hecate has secured a way for them to remain as they are. A few being Anubis, Yue, Bast, and Wenet. Sati, Ajit, and Citlali are also taken in and adopted by Dante and Wenet and become members of the Thanos clan.

Hecate begins to research things once more and creates a project that will be unveiled in the future for the kids.

Sif announces her pregnancy and now her and Brian expect a boy, whom they have decided will be named Tyr.

Xing announces her pregnancy with Hanba. They hope for a boy to name Bo-Xiu.

Yui expects yet another child with Loki, and according to Hecate, it will be a girl. The name ‘Hel’ will be given to her as decided many years ago by her parents.

The rift between the gods and dragons begins to heal slowly but surely, and a council is soon formed of the species who wish to take a stance in Axis Mundi.

A memorial is finally erected for those who have been lost -- and not just to the epidemic, but to all those who have fallen since the beginning of time. It can be found in Serenity Valley, fittingly near Zhilan’s field of lilies so people will not only have to visit this place, but can pay tribute to the dragoness who brought the beacon of hope into this world.

Samarah announces her pregnancy of twins to Susano’o who is thrilled. The Second Palace begins preparing a nursery and celebration.

Nanase brings Shirah to Axis Mundi where an honorary dance is held for the new memorial that has been erected. Here, Nanase breaks down and reveals there may not be much time left for Shirah since she is a human. He asks her to become a goddess or a demon, and while she agrees, she doesn’t have an answer for him just yet. He agrees to wait.

The Hunters and Exorcists team up and begin to hunt and track down the rest of the olden gods/demons/dragons to slay them all for humanity’s sake because they are tired of it being interfered and tampered with.

Amaterasu moves with his wife and son to the Second Palace and while is a bit awkward about it, begins to bond with his brothers once more.

Hecate goes to visit Destroyer and mentions Project Carbuncle to him, but the project is put aside as feelings are unveiled and the two officially become lovers.

Sot and Ved create “living spirits” in the form of several deceased who have a heavy memory upon those who live in Axis Mundi and Hell. Using them as their eyes and ears to help control Shambhala’s Gates and the Stream of Life, these people are allowed to be with their loved ones once more, but must not be suaded from their goals.

Tyr is born to Brian and Sif.

Hecate finally unveils Project Carbuncle and provides the kids of the three realms with little Carbuncles that can protect them and serve as companions.

Bo-Xiu is born to Hanba and Xing.

Hecate, Victor, and Alex complete a formula that makes all residents of the other world immune to the poisonous gas that is revealed to be Zicterium. Now they prepare for the final showdown and to take down every hunter and exorcist with them.

Hel is born to Loki and Yui.

With Khepri’s death, Aerith falls into a depression, but from this death comes new life as she soon finds out she’s pregnant. Sobek and her announce the pregnancy of their new child who has been foretold to be a girl who will be named Qetesh.

Zarah embarks on her own journey, and leaves Axis Mundi to live in Destination Eden, the new home of the Thanos Clan since the burning of their old home.

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WHAT IF THEY HAD AN INSTAGRAM EDITION - @elpida

[soulsuckrrs]

The time ticked by as Richard watched from afar the dancing little she-wolf, entranced by her dancing and movements, his blue eyes never wavering from her except for one split second and in the time it took him to search for her there she was, stopped in front of him, beaming up at him like a star come to Earth. His features softened, lips moving up into a smile that held more than just wonder and fascination. There was fondness there and that electric sensation he'd gotten before at the bar heightened just beneath his skin, making Richard want to reach out and touch her, take her hand in his, pull her closer. Make sure that no one else touched her but him. An urge he almost acted on before she spoke and snapped him out of the possibilities were he to forget where he was and who he was representing here.

Eden. Yes, a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. The soft chuckle that left his lungs was low and very much amused, that sentiment touching his blue gaze as he looked at Eden, taking a step closer to her if only to get closer but also to block off anyone wanting to do the same. The flush of her cheeks sent his pulse racing and that electric feeling to multiply tenfold. "Yes," he said on the breath of his chuckle, tongue flicking out to wet his lips before Richard offered her his free hand and his smile quirked at one corner more than the other. "I would absolutely be delighted to take a stroll with you and taste..." he paused, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth and chuckling again, a slight hint of color on his own cheeks now. "-- your forbidden fruit." There was a returned flirtatious hint to his low tone, voice pitched so only she could hear the last bit of his words.

No one else in the room mattered, not even the person who brushed against his back as they pressed between him and the other close bodies surrounding the dance floor. Richard shifted a bit closer to Eden then, hand still offered to her, whether for a handshake or to accept it to hold, he didn't really mind either but wanted mostly the latter. "I'm Richard but you can call me Richie, if you'd like... or any variant of that," he said with a little shrug, the nickname something his sisters used still to this day but it helped him feel separated from the titles and prestigious properties his name held. He wasn't a young man anymore, sailing across the seas to find adventure and passion, Richard was an alpha, the leader of a pack, the king of a people like had always been expected of him.

But right now, in the middle of this place where duty was supposed to over take his desires or pleasures, Richard acted on impulse, like he always did, something that couldn't be tamed out of him by his Uncle or any of the many noble wolves that influenced him over the years. "I don't make it a habit to come to these sorts of affairs though... I am very glad we both decided to come to this one," he said, shifting back a step once he was able and making room for her to step past him towards the nearest exit, a balcony that led to a lovely garden he had no doubt. He nodded with his head, eyes holding hers before snapping around to spot several watchful gazes. "Shall we? The air isn't getting any fresher here." Meaning he didn't like the eyes on them and very much wanted to get Eden alone.

There were plenty here that did want her attention, a lot of Beta's that wanted her gaze, not that they'd get it... after all her Father gave her stern rules and she hadn't to follow them, didn't she? It hadn't even crossed her mind to take into consideration anything more than the pull in her chest that yearned to be closer to him. The man with the charming blue hues. Another Alpha named Adam tried to feign her attention, tried to dance closer to her, and at one point tried to wrap a hand around her waist but she was like the heat of a fire, flickering around people, weaving a crowd so that she'd disappear and reappear in his line of sight, the sequins of her dress catching glimpses of light that made her twinkle. She shimmered and sparkled, starlight in a crowd.

That was until that little wolf in the green dress had managed to make her way to him, after seemingly playing cat and mouse, her fleeting glances and smiles, the flash of those pretty green eyes but now they were there, right before him. She didn't like how hands had reached at her, fawned at her, slid across her skin in that crowd but what Eden did know was that was stood here, seemingly in his shadow, she felt safe.. she felt guarded and that was a comfort that she finally felt she could breathe in. She let go of a breath she didn't realize she'd held. A soft, sweetheart smile started to tilt her lips. It almost looked reminiscent, of meeting a friend from years ago, like seeing someone admired in your past.

"Eden." she spoke finally, despite knowing she could've remained in quite content silence beside him but there was something about the way she looked at him, doe eyed and hopeful. "Before you ask what my name is... it's Eden." she knew she was being bold, but her friend had told her to make herself noticeable and memorable and she hoped she was doing a good job of that since nobody else at this party mattered now. "Yes, like the Garden of Eden and maybe I umm- maybe I can tempt you with forbidden fruit?" a blush immediately flushed onto her cheeks, her smile widening to show her pearly whites. "That was in fact my best attempt at flirting with you and it was still absolutely terrible." her hands came up to move over her blushing cheeks and she giggled, what a sound that was, honey pouring into the air.

"I haven't seen you at one of these before not that.. well I- I haven't been to one before actually.." she was nervous, to speak to this man she felt such a pull to, the fact she was having to raise her voice to be heard over the music didn't help. She reached forward to offer her hand. "Come outside with me for air?" plus, she knew there was that risk her Father might be there, watching her every move. Truthfully, some of the wolves here scared Eden, she'd heard of their tempers and their violence and that wasn't her. Maybe she should've been more wary of him but something in her soul knew it could be at ease.

[wiinestories]

Because it's this gorgeous angel's birthday, and she deserves to be cherished bc pls two of my muses love her (each in different ways, but they still do) HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDEN THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE 😍💕✨ @elpida

[imrtale]

anders wondered what measures he could have taken to prevent his late wife's death , leaving behind three beautiful children to care for on his own . his eldest was more than capable of taking care of herself , as was his son who had been a teenager then but his kassandra . his sweet child , could never navigate the cruelties of this world without a northern star . and as anders had done when he was barely a man yet , prayed to the moon and swore himself and sword to the moon goddess . and when the war worsened , he pleaded for his goddess to help uphold the promise he had made to his late wife . it had been merely a decade and a half now , wars had long gone and gods had both rose and fell but ── the god still found himself seeking eden out on nights where he stood at his worst . and on this very day , it was to celebrate his brother's birthday . on his horse , anders watched the incoming flux of gods , goddess and soldiers alike ── wanting to see achillies in the flesh . lost in his own somberness to really see who approached at first - but there is no mistaking the way the wind around him stills and a wave of serenity washes over his more sharper features . expression softening at the sights of her . he knew his daughter would be in attendance , but , never does he believe eden would follow behind . though somedays , he wishes she did ── like now. but he supposes it's a selfish thought . "my eden," voice barely above a whisper as he dismounts his horse and stands mere inches away from her , a slight bow of his head . "it is with my upmost pleasure to have you here."

@elpida

[wrldofmyown]

continued. || @elpida

With Eden having left so quickly that morning, Xander made it his mission to clean around the house. It took him a couple of hours but managed to go through every room; of course just as soon as he swept and mopped; his pets’ hair would be appearing again. Leaving the pets in the living room, Xander returned to the bedroom he shared with Eden and couldn’t help but notice her pyjama set by the vanity.

Fingers came in contact with the soft fabric; reminding him of what it felt like to fall asleep while holding her, about the many times he’s slipped that same hand underneath her shirt to grope her breasts or down her shorts to tease her core… and just as he put it on the edge of her side, he felt the tightening sensation on his crotch; realising he was getting hard.

Alexander didn’t give it much thought since he was basically alone. Discarding his sweaty t-shirt and tossing his pair of sweatpants aside, he first walked to his wardrobe and took out a couple of things, then sat on the bed; resting his back on a couple of pillows.

Pushing and pulling his underwear down his large thighs, his cock was freed and the feeling of the cold breeze against it made him shiver. Reaching to the night stand, he first grabbed a toy of his; a cock ring and very carefully put it on since he was already a little turned on. Alexander then grabbed a bottle of lube, poured some in his hand and finally started stroking his length.

First, he gave lazy tugs with a little twirl of his wrist near the tip of it, then he started stroking it a little tighter and faster; moan after moan filled the room as his face reddened and his curls stuck messily on his forehead. “Eden…” He moaned but stopped as he felt he was getting too close to finishing. After a short pause, Xander now used a pocket pussy; sliding it down his thick cock until the tip was coming out the opposite side of the toy, “so fuckin’ wet for me, my angel…”

As Xander continued fucking the toy, he used an arm for support and his fingers came in contact with her clothing again; this time he held onto it. His eyes fluttered shut as he was immersed in the thought of waking up Eden with his cock between her legs, of her grinding her hips back into his, “fuuuuck…” Then he pictured his angel bouncing on his cock, “fuck… that’s it… I’m gonna fuck you so fuckin’ good, Eden…”

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The tension that had been in his shoulders eased away as the situation dissipated into something calmer and the way Eden's body seemed to be pulled towards his in the moment he'd confronted the blonde man silently made his whole body vibrate from the brief contact that he reluctantly pulled away from. It wasn't until he'd made sure the blonde man had truly moved on and no longer posed some sort of unruly annoyance that Richard honed in on the way her heartbeat thrummed through her veins and her warm scent filled his senses and caused a small ache to pulse through his chest at its familiarity. Fondness twitched at his lips as she stumbled over her words in an awkwardness he'd always found quite endearing and made him want to be closer to her again so he shifted just a fraction more into her space by leaning against the bar a little in a casual motion.

She was waving her hands and going on in an effort to thank him and make it less awkward but all Richard could think of was how fucking gorgeous she was. His lips curled more over his teeth to reflect that feeling in a smile before he took a slow pull from his drink, dropping his eyes from her green hues, sure he would get lost in them if he kept looking into them. A small chuckle bubbled past his lips after he'd swallowed his drink, blue gaze flicking back up to meet hers. He never could have just stood aside when he saw her so visibly uncomfortable, it had been a reaction of impulse and nature, something he hadn't really thought about. Now that he was so close to her and his senses were remembering her so strongly Richard knew it had been an action of protectiveness that he now realized had never left.

Richard's head shook a few times before another breath of a chuckle played against his lips. "I wasn't going to stand by while that jackass bothered you, Eden," he confirmed, eyes flitting from hers to find the back of the blonde man's head and half glare as if he could make the other drop where he stood with just his mind. Fortunately for the other man Richard was born a wolf and not a witch or some other creature who could do such a thing. A sigh left his lungs and he cleared the irritation from his throat with another gulp from his drink before he returned his eyes to Eden's. "-- it is really good to see you," he added, that softness reserved only for her flecking against his features as he looked at her.

Perhaps it was the drinks he'd downed in such quick succession prior or the way everything about her seemed to drown him in memories and a feeling Richard never thought he'd ever experience again but something made the man feel as if this wasn't just two old friends running into one another on a business trip. A glint of mischief sparked within his blue eyes as his smile turned into more of a knowing grin. "Oh, we were more than just friends, weren't we?" He teased only hoping to get some more flustered reaction out of her.

Occupying his mouth once more with his drink Richie took a slower drink from it just to stretch the time between his responses. "You're braver than you think and uh... no, I'm not here with someone." He finally finished, eyes sweeping over to watch the bartender momentarily just to draw himself out of her stunning eyes again. It hadn't been a complete lie, it was true that he wasn't there with someone but that didn't mean there wasn't a person back home that even now was making his phone buzz annoyingly in his pocket. "My Uncle finally decided to retire so I have taken his place and with that his responsibilities," Richard said, eyes moving back to meet Eden's with a small shrug and a slight tilt to his head. "So I'm here on business..." a pause and glance at his glass, "what about you? Are you here with someone?"

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Eden still had the same aroma, she still smelled like her bakery. Warm bread, freshly baked and then honey, salted butter, vanilla, and somewhere in that mix were spring meadows, afternoons in soft sunlight, and nights spent basking under their full moon. There was no way she couldn't step into this room and act like she did not feel his presence, it was all she felt like it suffocated her very being. She'd never forgotten it, the air around him, how it felt being near him but she had to act like it wasn't something she remembered or right now, wanted. She couldn't get into that again after everything, could she?

She wasn't the type to want a scene, nor make one. If anything she avoided things like this, shying away from the limelight. She was timid that way and coming on that strongly, loudly, was the wrong way to approach Eden. She looked like a deer in headlights, not any werewolf. There was a relief that came with the way he wedged himself between her and the blonde man, a relief that she wasn't entirely sure she should be feeling but old feelings could easily resurface.

Darling. She had always liked that, and hearing it again just reminded her of far too much. Eden instinctually shuffled into his side, gravitating to where she felt safe and despite how they'd ended, despite the time... if anything, she knew that Richard was safe for her. Instinctually her hands move to rest on his back, one hovering on his arm. Even with heels on she was small in height, but Richard was there like her shield, letting her feel so protected when she couldn't find her own voice.

The blonde was backing off, his eyes looking up and down Richard, and Eden was certain her heart was beating double speed in this worry that this would become a full brawl. Thank the heavens it didn't, the blonde accepted the loss and moved on to try and find the next girl he could try it on with, but it wouldn't be her. It wouldn't be the pretty raven-haired beauty that was Eden O'Connor. She stared at him for a moment, a long moment where she probably should have tried to stop the curve in the corner of her lips. "Hi..." she spoke so softly, green hues searching his. It was only then she realized that Richard even after all these years, remembered her drink of choice. "You ummm.." she was already half flustered. He'd been so close. "You didn't have to do that- not that I didn't want you to!" she spoke quickly to try and correct herself. She heard it, the racing of his heart, almost as fast as her own. "I'm really grateful that you did that, that you.." she wiggled her hand in reference to that whole fiasco. "Thank you." she blurts it out, taking a breath because it really felt like she'd held it in. "Are you here with someone?" she just came out with it, all this time, he must be with someone right? Just like she was. "Listen everything that happened, this... this awkwardness? How about we just.. forget it. We're here on a business trip and, it's nice to see an old friend right?" Yeah.. old friend. That is totally what this was, nothing more. Nope. Definitely not her sipping that cocktail and fluttering her eyelashes at him like butter wouldn't melt.

"Guess I never turned into the big brave wolf I said I'd be huh?" you could see the shift when she glanced around the place and glared at the blonde across the way but she looked at him differently, with softness. She could not help but wonder, did he react like that because he was being a gentleman, being kind to an old flame, or because he couldn't help but feel protective over her, like an instinct.

[wiinestories]

🖤🖤 - for Eden&Cade (I'm also curious hehehe)

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

Eden:

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic (he does think she's got talents) / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot (he's filth like that yes )/ I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love (but wont' admit itttt) / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Cade:

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable (if HE GETS ANGRY AND SUCH HEH) / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.