#loup noir

[artblooger19moon]

Loup Noir ( Ray Lillian )

Loup Noir or known as Ray is a individual who lives and breathes the proxy lifestyle with having little to no memory of her previous life. Because of this she lacks a lot of social skills with more animalistic tendencies. Only ever hunting animals, she sees no difference between people and animals. Wears a thick clothing with primarily lived in the Rocky Mountains. Being French Canadian she was only taught French, throughout the years she picked up English. Can understand English however she has a hard time with speaking English without mixing French and English together.

Loup Noir ( Ray Lillian ) belongs to @akabillie

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[bizarreauhavre]

The wolves night club, 1948, (surrealist movie).

[darklordazalin]

Azalin Reviews: Darklord Gregor Zolnik

Domain: Vorostokov Domain Formation: 731 BC Power Level:💀💀💀 ⚫⚫ Sources: Domains of Dread (2e), Dark of the Moon (2e), Darklords (2e)

Gregor Zolnik, the Darklord of Vorostokov, is a classic example of the hero’s fall and why I will forever question the motives of one who ‘does good’ especially when they constantly seek recognition for these so-called good deeds.

Vorostokov was originally located within the northern provinces of Cerilia within the world of Aebrynis. Once a temporal land, within the Mists, Vorostokov is now a land of perpetual winter. The people struggle for survival, only the bravest venturing into the wilds to hunt for dwindling resources.

When winter came early in Gregor’s homeworld, it decimated Vorostokov’s crops and without the aid of hunters, the entire village would have died of starvation. Gregor was one of those hunters and continually set forth to into the wilderness to provide for his family. During yet another fruitless hunt, he encountered an injured wolf. Watching the beast, he yearned for its keen senses and strength. For if he had them, he could sneak up on his prey and feed his mother and sisters for the winter.

As he watched the dying wolf, he recalled a tale his grandfather had told him of people who could change into wolves by donning their hides and calling upon the magic of the night. Desperate for that power, Gregor decided to see if there was any truth to the tale. I do not recommend attempting to see if magic based on folktale works without research, but Gregor isn’t known for his intellect.

Once the moon rose, he killed the wolf and drew a circle in the snow with its blood. He then skinned the beast and placed its hide upon his back. Lastly, he ate it’s brain for its cunning and its hearth for its strength. I wonder if Gregor thought about what he would do if his made up ritual didn’t work…he would have wasted likely the only food he would have found for his family for some time.

Regardless, it worked and Gregor took on a very painful transformation, his limbs bending and snapping as they reshaped into the form of a wolf. In his new form, Gregor easily took down a caribou and dragged it back to his mother’s house. He transformed in secret in a nearby cave then informed his mother where he had left the carcass.

While he slept, his mother shared the caribou with the entire village. At first, this angered her son, but then as the villagers regarded him as a hero, he decided to use the wolf pelt to continually provide for the people.

After the winter thawed, the Duke of Vorostokov praised Gregor and named him the hero of the village. While visiting, he met the Duke’s daughter Ireena. The two fell in love and married shortly after. The lure of the wolf, however, was not easily ignored and Gregor fell to sneaking out at night so he could experience the power of this animal. Ireena thought he was being unfaithful and decided to be unfaithful herself. This, as you imagine, did not turn out well. Gregor, in his wolf form, discovered his wife in bed with another and gave into his savage nature. He killed everyone in the Duke’s household that night and enjoyed the slaughter. This act brought Gregor and Volrostokov into Ravenloft and an endless winter. In Vorostokov, Gregor became a powerful loup du noir, donning his wolf skin pelt to force his change from man to beast almost on a nightly basis. He rules the land as Boyar and created werewolves under his control to serve him under his Boyarsky. Among the Boyarsky are his own sons as well, the only other loup du noir of the pack. Gregor and his Boyarsky continue to provide for the village of Vorostokov, often hunting humans from other villages when food in the wilderness is scarce. The people are fed, but often turn a blind eye to the source of their meat or remain in blissful ignorance. Gregor is a skilled ranger, fighter, and unless one has access to powerful magic and weapons of pure silver, nearly invulnerable when in his wolf form. If one does manage to defeat him, his body disappears and he finds himself by his wolf skin pelt in a protected cave. The only way to really defeat him would be to destroy his pelt, then deal with the man himself. Not an easy feat when protected by his Boyarsky.

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Ici Vont Les Morts déménage!

Surtout parce que je suis une abrutie et que j'ai oublié de renouveler les noms de domaine (et j'ai la flemme)

L'ancienne URL n'est donc plus accessible MAIS le webcomic existe toujours ! Vous pouvez continuer de le lire à cette adresse

L'url est donc https://valeriane.org/ivlm/

Je me demande si je reposterais pas l'histoire du début sur un planning bi hebdomadaire, quelqu'un serait partant?

Et sur ce, à bientôt et bonne lecture !

(C'est pas marrant, j'ai réussi à caser plus de blagues sur les morts vivants dans la version anglaise)

[philoursmars]

Deuxième étape de mon périple dans l'Ouest pour retrouver des ami(e)s lointain(e)s , Brigitte et Sylviane à La Rochelle.

Le Muséum d'Histoire Naturelle.

Calaos

Bison d'Amérique

Dodo reconstitué

Grand Koudou femelle et mâle

Hyène, Panthère, Loup, Ours noir et blanc, Tigre, Guépard...

Antilocapre (Pronghorn), Mouflon, Cerf, Oryx...

[francoise-larouge]

Paysage urbain Paris 20-novembre-2022©FrançoiseLarouge

[soulmusicsongs]

Pele Rein - Les Loups Noirs (Jouent Pour Vous, 1970)

[juquidessine]

Inktober, day 27 : beast

[rechab]

L'heure où la journée se fatigue - ( RC )

photo perso – rade de Brest C’est l’heure où la journée se fatiguesous le poids du gris .L’ombre se précipite et envahit le port.Les grues immobilessont des pinceaux géantsqui sèchent sur un fond d’encre bleutée.La mer se prolongebien au-delà de la jetée:la rade de Brests’ouvre plein ouest. Au plus loin que nous puissions voirelle échappe au noiravec une ligne de lumière,scission entre le…

[xnitsniv]

Fantômes et Tempête c’était des bonus tracks sur des différentes versions CD??!?

Genre you’re telling me Tempête isn’t the official outro? Et WORST, imagine getting the CD version with the shit ass track Fantômes as bonus when you could have gotten Tempête lmao ptite pensée pour ceux à qui c’est arrivé mdr

[vale-ocs-roleplay]

Ok wait, after seeing the new Lestat, Léandre may receive some minor changes (nothing forbidden to minors anyway). Yes, I'm absolutely absorbed in this series, and I didn't think so, I mean really.

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[bizarreauhavre]

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[mcgnagallsarmy]

Top 10 Spuffy fics I’ve read (March 2024)

A Different Kind of (Sunny)hell by OffYourBird [Adult Only]

Between juggling a New World Order, a bothersome Council, wayward magic, and – as always – some much with the confusing time travel, there is never a dull moment in Sunnydale for Liz and Elly. This is Season 6 as it exists in the Jumpverse (beginning with A Different Kind of Hell and followed up by A Different Kind of Wedding). Fair warning: if you have not read the previous installments of the Jumpverse, this will not make any sense.

A Totally Random Occurrence by Herself [NC-17]

The stake slipped from her fingers, and she had to take a deep breath to stave off the dizziness descending on her like a hood over her head. "You—I thought you were dead." A reunion in New York City. Set post-NFA, spoilers for all of BtVS and AtS.

Cavalry by Holly [NC-17]

Buffy and Spike are enjoying life on the open road, but when they learn monsters have taken over Sunnydale, they have no choice but to head back to the Hellmouth.

Dusk Rising by HappyWhenItRains [NC-17]

"It doesn't matter. If Dawn dies, I'm done with it, I'm quitting." What if quitting wasn't all Buffy promised? -Challenge by Loup Noir Glory is defeated. The portal is closed. Except this time, the Scoobies decided to take matters into their own hands. While Willow restrains Buffy, Xander pushes Dawn off the tower. The rest is darkness. In the absence of Dawn, Buffy becomes Dusk.

The Footprints Left Behind by Willow91 [NC-17]

In the wake of an unknown attack on the American Frontier and the subsequent loss of contact with the friends they still had stateside, Buffy and Xander sneak into the country and begin a long, dangerous journey to find old friends and the source of the near apocalypse before it spreads throughout the rest of the world.

For You To Be You by lafillesauvage [Adult Only]

Alternate ending for 7x13 The Killer in Me. What happened after Buffy and Spike returned to an empty Revello Drive following the chipectomy? Well, in this story, Buffy realises just how much she cares for Spike, which leads to some fluffy reconciliations involving chocolate ice cream and Walker, Texas Ranger. She also gets her period, and adult-only fun is had by all.

Golden Hour by kennedynoelle [R]

Response to a challenge set by emilise: Spike never came to Sunnydale during the first few seasons. The first time Buffy sees him is during The Harsh Light of Day, sunbathing on campus adorned with the Gem of Amara. Oh no, she thinks, the pit of her stomach dropping and sending tinglies all over, he's hot. They start dating, Buffy unaware that her new boyfriend is a member of the undead. Of course, she has to find out eventually…

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by fortes775 [NC-17]

Buffy has spent the summer grasping for something just out of reach, but when Dracula arrives at the peak of her frustration, all bets are off. In which Buffy finds her fix, her man, and herself, not necessarily in that order…

Manifest by EllieRose101 [R]

The hardest demons you have to fight are your very own, but a little help can go a long way—if it’s the right kind. (Set after Tabula Rasa but before Smashed.)

Mixed Signals by phoenixjustice [NC-17]

Two people who were never supposed to meet. She had seen everything, up to the Dragon that destroyed everything she loved. He had only the lasting memory of her words of love before he burned to cinders. Could they bridge the gap between them?

[orageusealizarine]

Je suis à toi, par chaque soupir de mon corps et chaque suée de mes fièvres. Comme dans ma nuit, caniculaire, où je suis nue – donc absolue – où mes mots suent, où la chaleur nous exaspère. Et je respire, quand tu espères à haute voix sentir en moi trembler les plaisirs et les rêves. Troubler ce soir où nos lèvres encore et en corps se rencontrèrent. Troubler l’esprit et la mémoire, abolis, dans le noir. Penser tout bas, tout bas, à ce qu’il y a, entre toi et moi. Et tu restes, dans mon corps, ce qui palpite le plus fort. Je suis à toi, par chaque soupir…

Tu es la chaleur qui assaille, qui ravit, l’accablement dans mon lit. Tu viens avec les brûlures du ciel, les étés, tentaculaires, tu épaissis mes mystères et tu fais la nuit plus noire où ne luisent que tes regards. Et moi je prends tes mains, je plie ton corps au mien, j’adoucis mes morsures… – car, non, je ne hurle plus, comme une louve à la lune sur mon ventre enfin descendue. Et les étoiles aussi ont jonché sur mon plancher. Et sur ta peau, luisante, adorée, sous ma langue allumée. Tu es la chaleur qui assaille…

Être nue, inconnue, dans la touffeur des soirs – être vue, visitée par tes envies avouées, tes sulfureux égards – faire l’amour noir, enténébré, jubilatoire. C’est l’heure du loup, il est trop tard, et tout est feu. Et tout est fou, oh tout est fait, je suis à bout, mais je veux tout, oui tout brûler, me consumer et t’enflammer et consommer – tous nos plaisirs, tous nos désirs, tous nos sourires… Nulle lumière et nulle horreur, plus de mort lente et plus d’attente, plus que nos incendies bruyants, plus que nos pores suants ; ô bonheur ! ô bonheur ! Être nue, inconnue…

A tâtons, reconnue. Tu fais la nuit plus noire et les rêves plus vrais. Tu fais l’amour plus chaud, plus chaud, tu fais l’amour plus beau.