#lykaios draws

[lykaios2]

so you may have all been wondering about my lack of real content recently, for which I apologize. the reason why, though...

was this beast. almost 17 hours of work went into this thing, and boy was it worth it. this was all for @abbeyofcyn's CTIYS challenge, as some of you might have guessed. I actually started this about a month ago, then running start happened and schoolwork has been keeping me busy, not to mention a lack of motivation (I dropped this for like two weeks). but anyways, hopefully I'll be back to drawing more regularly.

now for a message to the @abbeyofcyn: what the hell. what spell did you cast over me to make me work for 17 HOURS on a single piece for a contest that is not even decided by effort. anyways hope you like it, you are such a cool artist and I love your stuff, and also this is the most time I've ever spent on one piece

also there's a lined version under the cut, I had planned from the start to leave the lines out of the final piece but I figured I would also post one with the lines as to not take away from the original art :]

[lykaiosthinks]

[kowaipun]

I wish I could post this in higher quality

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[sivavakkiyar]

Actually from Russell I picked up a story that maybe I knew before but had completely forgotten—-old old Greek story, about Zeus Lykaios (‘the wolf-Zeus’), who had a cave sacred to him: inside the cave, no one and no thing had a shadow, and whoever entered it was condemned to die within a year. I wonder if Plato was thinking of this or somehow drawing on it

[justminawrites]

Amaranthine

AO3

Summary: A Hades and Persephone retelling of season 1 of The Originals.

The kore arrived in the final dredges of autumn, her nut brown hair looped delicately into a crown of laurel leaves and wolf-teeth, her hands protectively clutching her belly; seeking a man, a god, a paper king that haunted the french quarter of New Orleans, the Underworld. 

Aptly named for its vivid connection to that which lay beyond the grave, and the supernatural entities that often frequented it, the Underworld was a lively place indeed and the maiden nearly fell prey to many of its dangerous charms the moment she uttered the name of the man she sought.

“ Klaus Mikaelson ?”

In this world, being an Original was synonymous with being a god. 

The long-suppressed fear would shine in their eyes first, interrupted by bemusement and then finally by malice. And then they would attempt to coax her into partaking of a poison or two. While the Underworld undoubtedly knew him to be the ruler, its residents however held many grudges. Gods that could not be appeased were a dime a dozen and useful as broken crowns; irrefutable and Sisyphean and twice as violent.

Luckily, this time she’d happened upon the brother of the false king, the white knight Elijah, the one to keep the monster in check and think him capable of goodness despite his never-ending list of gruesome crimes - and when the maiden whispered to him her reasons for soliciting his assistance, the righteous brother knew without a doubt that this was his final chance to save the depraved soul of Klaus Mikaelson. 

So he took her to the lair of the beast.

“ Hayley ?”

They were at each other’s throats almost immediately. Well, to be more accurate, his hands were at her throat pinning her against the wall, her skin turning amaranthine, his nails drawing beads of blood; she’s lying Elijah, she’s lying, Originals can’t have children. But his hands were shaking and it almost seemed that the king of the Underworld was close to tears.

Elijah had long since stopped wondering if it was a blessing or a curse. It was true, they couldn’t procreate, they couldn’t bring even more dangerous and immortal beasts into a world they’d already torn apart with their sorrow and their revenge, in a reproductive sense— but Klaus was not like them. Klaus was a hybrid in every sense of the word, part man, part god and part of him lost long into the wild before all their hearts had stopped beating.

The Originals couldn’t have children. But hybrids could.

Thus began a war so endless that it lasted his entire lifetime. 

...

It took the passing of Thesmophoria and the dawn of winter for her tribe to realise she was missing. 

Andrea Labonair, the adopted daughter of the Lykaios tribe had many names but Hayley was the one she’d offered Klaus when they first met and the one she’d decided to keep, along with the still unfamiliar moniker of mother. She’d rolled the word round and round in her tongue until it had lost all meaning and started as an almost bashful Elijah intruded upon her, holding a scroll with a message from her adoptive family in the Bayou.

Hayley didn’t need to open it to know what it would say.

She’d met Klaus six weeks ago, in the blissful epilogues of summer when she’d snuck away from Eve and her fiancé and the Bayou, to attend the celebrations in the Underworld, and caught the eye of a handsome stranger who she’d wined and dined with to forget her troubles. He’d said things that would’ve made the raunchiest of women blush and whisked her into his arms, his bed; leaving her the next morning with nothing save for the memories of his fingers on her skin and a handful of pomegranate seeds she’d swiped from the gold platter on the table beside his mattress. 

It was Hayley’s final taste of freedom before her loveless wedding and all the burdens that came with being the wife of the wolf tribe’s new chief. A month later, the pomegranate seeds begun to rot. Nine seeds in total, one inexplicably decayed and the other eight, perfect crimson jewels. It was a countdown. 

Hayley had panicked and fled before the morning sickness began, leaving a hastily scribbled note about needing some time to find herself and after much internal debate, reluctantly made her way back into the French Quarter, telling herself that she would find the father and then everything would be fine. Everything would just fall into place.

Instead, Winter grew colder and the second pomegranate seed rotted.

Klaus couldn’t be farther from the man she’d met that night, all he did was pout and break things and pace around the courtyard of the Mikaelson family home constantly, like a beast in a cage. His fury seemed to double any time Elijah so much as looked at her and the brothers seemed on the verge of an explosive argument before Rebekah arrived. 

The third Mikaelson sibling was luminous in a manner that very few could compete with, akin to a goddess, and her presence helped diffuse the growing tensions for a brief period. Warmth seemed to leach into the house and its inhabitants and she was finally able to fall asleep without being roused awake at half-past three by a screaming match echoing across the empty halls. 

Hayley wondered if she could finally respond to the scroll with little guilt, and redeem herself to her family.

But Rebekah had only come, by luck or by chance they couldn’t say, to warn them of an even larger beast that was approaching the Underworld, a beast that had mercilessly hunted his own children from the birth of their immortality and only lived to make sure they wouldn’t. She left as quickly as she arrived, wishing her brothers luck, as though it were merely a school play, and took the next ship out of the French Quarter.

Mikael, the God Hunter, was coming.

...

Elijah Mikaelson, the virtuous one, the Zeus to his brothers’ Hades, had a fondness for broken things.

Cracked, disfigured, defeated things. He had a habit of turning them into his projects, offering them kindness and salvation; fixing them, because he couldn’t fix his brother, because he couldn’t undo the years of suffering and hate that darkened the siblings’ blood with sorrow. It was why he had taken such an interest in Marcellus, Klaus’s once-young disciple, and now in Hayley, the mother of his child.

Hayley was the perfect candidate, overflowing with misplaced guilt, running from her allies and her enemies alike and desperately searching for redemption. He would fix her, make her whole again, because he was kind, and then she would stay, and the unborn baby that she carried in her womb would be his brother’s salvation. It was the final nail in his coffin of absolution.

Elijah however, failed to consider just how much Hayley was like his brother. He couldn’t control her either.

...

Hayley had decided to leave. 

She would pack her satchel, board a vessel and return to the Lykaios above-ground, where it wasn’t so dark and where, if she lied about being kidnapped and cried enough, they might take her back. In hindsight, it was not her proudest moment but she was desperate not to have her child entangled in this centuries-old web of conflict that wound the Mikaelsons tighter and tighter to their inevitable end. She was a coward, but cowards lived.

So she snuck away at the crack of dawn, her bare feet dipping into the pools of melted snow and made her way to the port, and was wandering amongst the myriad of boats when she had the unfortunate luck of being the first person to encounter the monster that terrorised the family she’d just abandoned.

“Excuse me, miss?”

The god hunter stopped her and politely asked her for directions to the heart of the city, to which she had to bite down on her tongue to keep from gasping at the resemblance. His face, his clothes, down to the way in which he moved his hands - Hayley had to wonder if Elijah was aware of exactly how much he was akin to his father.

She’d held up her hands in surrender and admitted that this was her first time visiting and that she really should be going because her friend had already settled onto the ship. He nodded absentmindedly and thanked her, and as Hayley turned away she felt a tiny silver of guilt pool into the pit of her stomach, but told herself that this was the only way. 

She’d been walking away for the quarter of a minute, or even less, before she found herself being spun and caught by her wrist, her terrified eyes directly meeting Mikael’s face, now twisted with rage, before he spat, “I knew I smelled a hybrid,” and raised his arm to strike her across the face.

A slap echoed, bouncing off the hulls of the ship and into the morning quiet and Hayley opened her eyes to find herself facing Klaus’ back, her hands free from Mikael’s grip and Klaus’s head turned to side, his pale cheek smarting, swollen with blood. He had somehow put himself between his father and her, and taken the slap in her stead. 

Shame and tears coloured Hayley’s own cheeks.

“Hello Father,” Klaus replied dully and turned to stare into the eyes of the man who’d despised him for longer than he’d been a god.

 “It’s been a while.”

Elijah seemed to suddenly appear into existence beside his brother, a pale, wooded stake in one hand. 

It was all Hayley could do not to turn and retch into the water as her morning sickness reared its head, just in time for the fighting to begin.

…

Once Elijah confirmed that the white oak stake had indeed pierced Mikael all the way through, he helped his brother up. Klaus gratefully accepted and stumbled towards the unconscious Hayley who was propped up against a wooden step, taking a breath before he checked her pulse.

Her hair was matted and her skin was damp with sweat, and though her feet were scratched and bleeding, her breath seemed to be stable. Klaus gently cupped her lower back and knees and hoisted her into his arms, holding her against his chest as he whispered, “I’ve got you love,” 

“I’ve got you.”

…

It was the middle of spring when they decided that they’d find a way to make this work. 

Seven pomegranate seeds had withered away and Hayley had sent messages to the Lykaios explaining the...  interesting situation she’d been thrust into and her decision to stay. 

Klaus had built the child, a baby girl they’d come to find, a cozy nursery, with a cradle of teak wood and a wind chime of sea glass, gently tinkling in the breeze.

Once they’d returned from the fight, the two budding parents had sat opposite to one another at the steps leading up to the nursery and talked. 

“I’m sorry for running away and not believing in you,” Hayley said first, looking down at the top of Klaus’ fluffy blonde head, unable to meet his eyes. She absentmindedly ran a finger along one of the wooden grooves of the step below her.

“I’m sorry for making you feel unsafe,” Klaus managed reluctantly, he wasn’t used to apologising but he did owe her one, “and almost killing you when you first came.”

“We’re terrible,” she almost laughed as she imagined it. A cowardly queen and power-hungry king. 

“The worst,” he said unable to reign in a grin, reaching out to to prod at the same groove, “Gods, this house is falling apart.”

Hayley’s breath caught in her chest when their fingers brushed, but she quickly pulled her hands away much to his disappointment.

“But we can change,” she said quietly, worrying the pale white fabric of her tunic now, “She deserves better than what we had.”

“We can change for her.”

“But you have to trust me.” Klaus looked up, Hayley was leaning intently now and he was struck by the thought that she might fall, “..you have to trust me, Klaus.”

“I do trust you,” it wasn’t a lie he realised with something akin to shock, how long had it been since he trusted anyone besides Elijah or Rebekah? Besides himself?

“More than you know.”

She seemed to relax at this and leaned back against the wall with a sigh.

“Okay.”

“No more running?” He nudged, a budding grin in his words, and much to his surprise Hayley couldn’t suppress her smile.

“No more running.” She promised.

Solis Occasum

She was born in the summer, a beautiful baby girl with eyes as big as the moon and a smile that could melt even the most iron-clad of hearts, or so the poets waxed. 

Klaus and Hayley welcomed Hope Andrea Mikaelson into the world, and watched proudly as she won the smiles of everyone around her, even the grumpy Marcellus was unable to resist a grin as the baby latched onto his finger and squeaked in triumph. 

Klaus and Hayley spent the first few weeks of their new lives as parents, curled up on a mattress in the nursery, taking turns to soothe the crying Hope who seemed to have lungs of steel herself, and getting very little rest. 

One such day, light snuck in through the panels of a window shade and nudged Hayley awake and she looked over to the cradle, strangely quiet for once and sighed back into her pillow. Klaus, her pillow, pretended not to be conscious as she sleepily whispered into his chest, her breath warm on his bare skin.

“..love you.. Klaus Mikaelson..”

He held her closer and they stayed like that all morning.

[kirin-central]

TWST Renverse Guide

a guide compiling all new content i added to the canon lore of Twisted Wonderland, including new schools, new regions and more. more info may be added eventually.

NEW LOCATIONS + HCs ON PRE-EXISTING ONES:

Idyllic Tropics: inspired by Kumandra from Raya and the Last Dragon, the Idyllic Tropics is a vast land with enriching biomes. it is also home to many flora that makes studying botany and potionology ideal. the region is run by various clans. it is home to Linh Quyen and headmage Zero.

Cildra Isle: inspired by Never Land from Peter Pan, Cildra Isle is the second biggest home to the fairies, after Briar Valley. it is very diverse and quite magical, home to merfolk and fairies alike. not many have visited the island, but its history is known throughout the lands

Niloustan: inspired by India/The Jungle Book’s interpretation. ruled by the tiger beastman clan known as the Chahal clan, Niloustan is known for its water lotuses that dot the landscapes. Ishir Chahal is the crown prince, and he appears to have a (one-sided) rivalry with Leona… it is also home to Kanan Ravi, Ishir’s servant.

Eremopolis: a mysterious nation submerged beneath the waves of the Coral Sea, long forgotten even by Briar Valley’s most knowledgeable immortals. Eremopolis is inspired by Atlantis from Atlantis: The Lost Empire. its heir apparent is Xenia, and her people seem to be in trouble…

Far East: the Far East (my interpretation of it) is the nation where Zhen originally comes from. though it is quite large and prosperous, surrounding nations have been vying for its land and riches, and an attempt on the monarchy was made (and failed). as the Emperor died in battle, the crown passed to his wife, Empress Yiran Xuan. it is also home to Qianjin, Ailun and Lixin.

(currently unnamed land): inspired by the islands in which Moana is set (with a focus on Samoan islands), the archipelago is rich in scenery, culture and community. more TBA

NEW SCHOOLS:

Silver Mirror Arts Academy: an all-girls boarding school set in the Shaftlands, SMAA is an academy focusing primarily on the arts, but also incorporates general and magic studies too. the “arts” isn’t limited to visual arts like painting and drawing, but also includes dance, theatre, singing, and more. directed under the supervision of headmage Rose, an ex-actress who believed that magic and arts was the future. this is the school of Aria Lykaios, Célestine Lucien, and Dayita Shaan.

Azure Dragon Arcane Institute: set in the Idyllic Tropics, the ADAI is an is a co-ed magic school headed by headmage Zero. though it is a magic school, the facility focuses heavily on potionology and botany specifically. it is the most prestigious school in the Idyllic Tropics, with half of its students being from abroad. this is the school of Linh Quyen.

Dire Wolf Academy: set in the Shaftlands, the DWA is a co-ed, non-boarding school. it is a popular institute for those who are looking to become physical fighters, with classes focusing more on general studies and survival skills than magic. it is governed by the mysterious headmage Meera. it is the school of Iona Kagerō and Chrys Belov.

White Queen’s Practicum School: set in the Queendom of Roses, this co-ed, non-boarding school is one that focuses on general studies and field practices (thus the name practicum). it’s best suited for students who are looking for field work or apprenticeships upon graduation. its headmaster is named Anne, and it is the school of Basil Arledge.

[apricusnights]

Olympus Tournament: Round One, Batch Two.

"Hello everyone! Lydia Reliford here from Apricus News! I'll be covering all the recaps of Round One, Batch Two! We've got some tremendous fights to go over so I won't waste anymore time!"

Match One:

"We're starting off with Castor Lucan, a templar from Apricus City against Tendo Sato, a warrior from the nation of Kwailai! We're off and running as both fighters waste no time in getting up close and personal! We've got weapons clashing so fast its sometimes hard to keep track of what is actually happening!"

"Even the crowd is struggling to keep up as the battle intensifies! Tendo takes cover to avoid some ranged attacks by Castor but it doesn't last long as Tendo kicks up a piece of rubble, then kicks it again directly at Castor who has to take a moment to slice it in half but that gives Tendo the chance to close the distance and get right back in Castor's face!"

"Neither man is refusing to back down, Tendo lands a strong blow and kicks Castor up against a tree. Castor flips over Tendo as Tendo attempts to follow up and lands a strike of his own. Castor swings and slices through the tree as Tendo ducks and slides under Castor, popping up with an uppercut to lift Castor off his feet."

"Tendo leaps into the air and tries to slam into Castor but Castor recovers and grabs Tendo's arm in mid air, flipping him around and sending him crashing into the ground. Castor attempts to land on him but Tendo rolls away."

"Both men are showing wear and tear but neither wants to give an inch. Unfortunately just as they clash again time runs out. This one is a draw folks!"

Winner: Draw

Match Two:

"It's Crespusculum's Evander Lykaios up against Apricus City's Arvinda Tuck. Evander and his brother Pierce are both on Crepusculum's Hecaball team but only Evander signed up to fight."

"I have to admit I don't know what to expect here as I haven't seen much from either fighter. Arvinda looks make this a short match as she rushes in with a strong swing of her axe. Evander avoids it fairly easily and drops back to create distance. Evander throws a kunai at Arvinda, using an attached chain to swing it around after she dodges the first throw."

"Arvinda avoids the swings and once again closes in, landing a strong kick before swinging her axe but Evander spins around her, wrapping a chain around Arvinda's legs and pulling, causing her to fall. He attempts to strike but she rolls out of the way and lands a strong strike to his midsection with the hand of her axe. She vents some steam off of it, causing a small smoke screen of sorts. She uses the chance to slice through the chain binding her legs and flip back into the smoke."

"Evander strikes at where he thinks Arvinda is but she seems to avoid it. The second attempt lands a hit and causes Arvinda to stumble a bit. Evander throws another kunai at Arvinda but it appears the entire thing was a trap. She allowed a bit of damage to bait out an attack. Letting the kunai's chain wrap around her axe handle before using all her strength to pull Evander through the air towards her, she lands a vicious punch, knocking him straight into the ground and straight into unconsciousness. We have a winner!"

Winner: Arvinda Tuck

Match Three:

"It's time for Cerise Gilios against Kelly Maza. Gilios representing the bounty hunter's lodge in Apricus, Maza is a member of Apricus's PWSB. This one isn't gonna be pretty, and to be honest I don't think it's gonna last long."

"Both these women strike hard and fast. Not a lot of fancy moves here. Cerise is quite a bit smaller than Maza but that does seem to give her an advantage as she avoid some slower swings from the taller woman. Cerise decides to avoid letting her axe clash against Kelly's hammer and instead uses her shield to block it."

"The strikes are still enough to rattle Cerise though as Kelly hits a huge swing, knocking Cerise back through a wall. Cerise manages to compose herself but notices her shield is starting to crack. She sees Kelly approaching and hides herself in one of the ruined buildings. Kelly smashes through the wall attempting to bring the structure down on Cerise. She swings again as the building crumbles but Cerise surprises her by jumping from the second story and tackling her to the ground."

"Cerise gets a good few punches in before Kelly throws her off. Kelly rushes and grabs Cerise's shield, pulling it away before landing some punches of her own. Cerise gets tossed backwards, Kelly brings her hammer down but Cerise dodges, grabs her shield and throws it at Kelly."

"Kelly smashes it into the ground but Cerise leaps on to the handle of Kelly's hammer and flips again, kicking Kelly square in the jaw and knocking her down. Cerise jumps on her and lands a few punches as both women begin to lose strength. Kelly barely manages to shove her off, reaching around and finding Cerise's shield. She picks it up and goes to throw it at Cerise but Cerise manages to grab Kelly's hammer and lands a huge swing, breaking the shield and sending Kelly out of the arena boundaries."

Winner: Cerise Gilios

Match Four:

"We're moving on to Onyx Cheshire up against Puck Dermot. I know plenty about Onyx , he's a member of the Cheshire family. Which..if you're not from Apricus just know they are important. You'll see Onyx's father in the Council Clash later. Puck though...we literally have no information other than he's a rather successful bounty hunter and as my notes say..he is apparently "super cool". I'm supposed to do finger guns after saying that."

"Puck was seen getting some last minute advice from Sunil Gilios earlier, I wonder what was said. Doesn't matter though as Puck takes up a defensive position and takes a few shots at Onyx. Onyx uses his gauntlets to evade Puck and swings through the air, closing distance and swiping at Puck."

"Puck flips back, avoiding the wires from Onyx's gauntlets, even managing to knock one aside with his dagger. Puck switches his weapon to close range mode and lands some quick strikes, Onyx blocks with his gauntlets and attempts to tie Puck up with the wires again. Puck however has none of it and leaps up, landing on the branch of a tree."

"Onyx wraps the wires around the tree branch, slicing it off to bring Puck down but Puck simply uses his agility to land on another branch, I can't read lips but I think Puck is trash talking Onyx. Puck slips up though as Onyx gets a wire around Puck's leg and pulls him hard to the ground. Onyx lands a few kicks before Puck is able to knock him away."

"Onyx uses all of his wires in an attempt to tangle up Puck again but Puck switches to long distance attacks, managing to fire off some shots as he's dodging wires in the air. Onyx is forced to take cover, pulling his wires back. However as Puck approaches Onyx attaches the wires to another tree and swings around it, slamming his feet right into Puck's head and sending him flying back."

"Puck seems a little out of it as Onyx shows the wires at him once again, Puck however sees this coming and ducks down, grabbing hold of the tree branch Onyx sliced off earlier and throwing it into the wires, causing them to tangle around it."

"Onyx pulls the wires to either slice through or dislodge the branch but he's left wide open as Puck rushes him and lands a volley of punches. Onyx pulls his wire back, Puck ducks them again but lets one wrap around his weapon, he pulls it down and slides between Onyx's legs, using the wire to trip Onyx up. Puck lands a strong uppercut, knocking Onyx out of bounds."

Winner: Puck Dermot

Match Five:

"We've got Lily White against Lapis Hamelin up next! Lapis doesn't exactly seems thrilled to be here but that's the same expression he always has in Hecaball so who knows. Lily on the other hand seem overjoyed to have a match. My notes say she's being sponsored, you probably see some logos and ads on your screens right about now."

"Lily goes on the offense which is fairly expected since Lapis seems to be somewhat of a defensive person in general. Ya know, cause of his Hecaball defense..ugh who wrote this? Anyway Lily lands a good amount of strikes but Lapis blocks them all with whatever that thing he calls a weapon is. I can't even describe it, it's like he went to a junkyard and super glued together whatever he found."

"In any case neither seem to be gaining much ground, Lily's strikes are fast and furious but Lapis isn't even exhausting much energy by playing defense. Eventually though Lily leaves herself open and Lapis shows off a few moves, managing to knock Lily back. He braces for another volley as she closes in, this time though she seems to anticipate how he'll block, throwing him off and actually managing to land some hits that make him stumble back."

"Both fighters seem equally matched with neither really gaining an advantage. Unlike some other matches that went all over the arena, these two seem to be staying in one place and just slugging it out. We've got a battle of stamina on our hands but that's a battle Lapis can surely win."

"Lily is short of breath from all the energy she's spent just breaking through Lapis' defense but refuses to give up. Lapis is landing more and more blows against Lily as his strategies are coming into play. Lily is knocked down and it almost seems over but she gets up, wipes her face off and gets right back into it!"

"It's a good old fashioned brawl as time ticks down. Lily gets knocked down again but gets back up and starts to land strike after strike, forcing Lapis back towards to the arena's edge. Lapis looks back and has to brace himself so he doesn't get knocked out. Lily baits him into throwing a strike and lands a huge strike but just as she does, time runs out. Lapis falls out of the ring but unfortunately its too late."

Winner: Draw

Match Six:

"Well here we go, time for the final match of batch two. We have two natives of Kwailai about throw down! It's Kei Kawakami against the man known only as "Grandpa" Mashiro. Kawakami of course is the heir of Captain Hector Larsen. Grandpa Mashiro is here representing the Mashiro School of Martial Arts."

"Ok folks, I have no idea what just happened. It's like both fighters vanished the second the match started! I think I see them, is that them? I can't even keep track! These two are moving at lightning speed and sometimes all I see is a flash of light or something breaking!"

"Things have calmed down a bit..well not exactly but at least I can see them now. I'm seeing trees sliced in half, I'm seeing buildings get wrecked by bodies flying through walls. The entire arena level is starting to shake! Mashiro is showing off all that experience, the man is moving like he's half his age! Meanwhile Kawakami is showing just why he's as respected and feared as he is."

"Mashiro at first looked to have a physical strength advantage but it appears Hector Larsen has trained Kawakami to develop some of that fabled freakish power. Kawakami lands a volley of kicks but Mashiro blocks with his arms and lands some heavy palm strikes. Kawakami recovers and goes right back at it."

"Both men are kicking each other at the same time, each striking the other's leg! OUCH that has to be painful but neither are showing it! Kawakami lands a headbutt but Mashiro hits one right back! Mashiro lands several chops to Kawakami but Kawakami shrugs it off and lands some open hand strikes to Mashiro's face."

"Both men grapple and land some nasty elbow strikes to each other but neither is able to drag the other one down. Every time one attempts a take down the other counters! Mashiro manages to finally get Kawakami down and the two exchange holds, Kawakami is the first to his feet and knees Mashiro in the jaw."

"Mashiro though works through the pain and lands a huge kick to Kawakami's arm, that might have dislocated a shoulder. Kawakami pops his shoulder back into place and goes right back to kicking Mashiro in the midsection."

"Mashiro misses a strike and Kawakami takes advantage of it by landing a flying knee right to Mashiro's side. That one had to hurt! The two grapple again as time runs out and some of the officials have to run in and pull the two apart. Both however turn and bow towards each other at the end as a show of respect."

Winner: Draw

"That was a super exciting batch wasn't it folks? I'd like to thank you all for tuning in! We'll see you back here Saturday night for the third and final batch of round one! Have a lovely evening!"

[rouzy30]

So, hello everyone :D

I had an awful case of the artist's block, that I haven't drawn anything for the past couple of months.

That's why I tried to paint my OCs in different styles and maybe capture parts of their personalities. They're from a story I wanted to start but never did. It's funny actually 😂

Since I was in 6th grade I came up with a few of them and over the years I've created more.

Hope you like them ^^

[aeris-blue]

It is 5:30 AM I have been at the airport since 3:50 I am tired but very very excited!!!

[natalilwerewolfknight]

Name : Natalia Kiara Lykaios

Species  : Werewolf

Age(Chronological) :632

Age ( Physical) : 23

Hair color: abundant

Hair length: medium

Hair style  : Straight with her bags swept to the side.

Eye color  :Emerald  green

Height: 5'4

Weight: 187

Skin tone: Tan

Personality: She doesn't trust others easily and will be rude to people who disrespect her and will not take bullshit form anyone no matter who it is . She will stand up for what is right and is not afraid to fight for what she believes in. She is also not afraid to speak her mind . She can be very blunt and not be afraid to chew others out when they are in the wrong.  She has a very short temper and can be very stubborn.  She is hardworking and will get what ever job she is given done.  She has a strong will that is not broken easily.  She is also very rebellious and will not fallow orders to well . She is kind and will protect the ones she cares about and others who can't protect them selfs . She doesn't show off her emotions very much but once you get really close to her you will sometimes see through her .she is a loner and likes to be alone most of the time but will put up with being around her friends . She is very aggressive with people she dont like. She has the habit of cussing alot .she is also very sneaky perosn but that's only when she needs to be . She is not one to back down form a fight either and is not afraid to kill either. She will also pick fights with people she doesn't like.  She is very wise for her age and has learned alot of things throughout the time that she has been around.  She has seen lot of death throughout the centuries so it doesn't bother her unless it is someone she is close to or an innocent perosn being killed .She has her own code that she lives up to . She hates bad vampires and kills them to keep them form harming others .  She is very adventurous and impatient . She is very impulsive as well. She also gives people middle fingers when they are asseholes to her. She can be very bossy at some points and get straight to the point. She also dose not really trust others that easily it takes time for her to fully trust you

Friends : Elektra Natchios, Logan howlett, Jhonny blaze .

Birth place : Athens

Stats : used to be Princess of Athens

People she hates: Victor creed, William Stryker , Deacon frost , Quinn,  Dracula and The hand .

Likes : Reading  , Wrestling, being outside , drawing , fishing,  camping and hanging out with friends.

Dislikes : Asswholes , Cheaters , liers  , murders,  evil beaters,  rapistes  , racism , serial killers, sexual predators who go after kids .

Favorite colors: dark blue , red , black

Last favorite color: Pink and purple

Favorite flower: rose

Scent  : Pine trees and strawberrys

Cloths style : she wears a short sleeve shirt that is blue with a picture of a dragon on it and blue Jean's with combat boots.  She has a leather jacket on as well along with a dragon dogtag necklace .

Father: Marcus

Mother : Olivia

Heritage: Greek

Favorite music : rock

Favorite food : Steak and hamburgers

Favorite TV shows : NCIS and nash bridges.

Job : Vampire hunter

Crush:Eric Brooks aka Blade or it depends on the rp

Voice type: she has a very soft tone of voice but when she is mad it goes deeper .

Accent : Greek

Languages she speaks : she can speak English, Greek , Italian and Laitan .

Powers: she can turn into a werewolf . She also has heighten senses, superhuman strength, superhuman reflexes, Superhuman agility, superhuman speed , Healing factor , Retractable claws and teeth.

Skills: expert swordsman, Marksman , knows a little bit of marshal arts , Expert tracker, Knows how to survive in the wilderness , good at riding on horseback and fighting on horse back . She knows how to Smith her own weapons .

Tattoos : she has a tattoo of a wolf on her back and a wolf howling at the moon on her shoulder.

Priceings:None

Weakness : Sliver , Wolfsbane , Decapation, Fire , High-pitched noises.

Hero or Villain: Anti hero

Things that she finds annoying: pepole who talk to much , when others ask her to many questions and being told what to do.

Quotes she goes by : always expect the unexpected , when life gives you lemons throw them at somebody. Never give up no matter how tough things get. There is always a light through the darkest tunnel.

Extra: she also use to be a knight .

Bio : she was born in Athens in Greece to king Marcus and Queen Olivia. She grew up being taught how a princess but really never took in the lessons to heart . She was always very rebellious and went her own way. She also never wear dresses .she always preferred men's clothes which both her mother and father did not approve off . She would also sneak out to take sword lessons form one of the knights named Sir lance. When Natiala got older and into a teenager she became Sir Lance's squire even thought her father disapproved of it but her mother sported her on her choice . Years later when she turned 21 she become a full knight . Six months later her kingdom was attacked by vampires many innocents died that night including her parents which struck her hard with grief and wanting revenge for what had happened she many not of been that close to her parents but she still loved them. The very next night she began to head out when Sir Lance stopped her form leaving he told her that she would not stand a chance against the vampires that attacked her kingdom the way she was but he could help her . Natalia not knowing what he was offering agreed fo let him help her . Sir Lance then turned into a werewolf and bite her on the shoulder which resulted into her becoming a werewolf.

Weapons: Sword , bow and arrow , Guns , hunting knives, and throwing stars .

Them song : The anmial I have become by there days of grace.

Cloths during vampire hunting : she uses her knight armor.

Favorite drink: Orange soda

Favorite sesson: Spring and fall

Favorite moive: Steven kings the shining

Favorite books : Harry Potter, Wings of Fire , Lord of the rings and the Inheritance cycle.

Favorite place to be : Natalias favorite spot to be is In the woods.

Birthday: October 31

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Social Class: Middle

Morality: She gose by the code of Chivalry

Least favorite food: Spinage and Bruslespourts

Least favorite drinks: Black coffee

[lykaios2]

fanart!!!!! of cool people characters!!!!!

anyway it's leo from @probably-not-a-rutabaga's tmnt abberation au. the flowers are (supposed to be) bluebells, representing humility and everlasting love, which I think is pretty fitting for the honorary momma of her siblings (that comic KILLED me btw, iykyk). she is getting some well deserved rest (also don't mind the awful shading on the bow I solely used two shades and varying opacities for it)

[hopelikethemoon]

Moonbeam (Ezra x Reader) [smut] {Werewolf AU}

Title: Moonbeam  Rating: Explicit  Length: 6,000 Warnings: Non-graphic description of bodily injury and smut (cunnilingus, doggy style sex, mentions of masturbation).   Reader Details: To the best of my knowledge, there are no references to Reader’s physical details, beyond being a bisexual woman. I tried my best to keep it as vague as possible.  Notes: So, this is the second lengthy Ezra fic I’ve written this month, but the only one that will see the light of day. Shout-out to @rzrcrst​ for pre-reading this for me.  Werewolves are my niche and I’m absolutely incapable of writing them without creating the lore around their existence. Ezra exudes big werewolf energy (P.S. Javier exudes big vampire energy) and since I’m not really in a fandom until I write a werewolf AU, I present you all with my very own version of space werewolves.  Depending on audience reactions, there might be more of this story to tell. 

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You had heard the rumors, but never once had you believed that they were true. A werewolf living on a moon? Werewolves were the stuff of fairytales. They weren’t real. 

They weren’t real. 

But someone who had come before you had clearly considered the potential. Why else had someone thought to set up a cleverly concealed steel trap?

The pain was overwhelming. Worse than anything you’d ever encountered before. You were lucky your leg hadn’t snapped in two — your heavy coveralls were your saving grace. 

You howled out in pain as you dropped to your knees, trying in vain to pry the trap off your leg. The sharp teeth had bit through the fabric of your coveralls and the dark stain forming told you everything you needed to know about your future. If you didn’t get the trap off soon, you were going to bleed out. 

And then you’d become a smorgasbord for whatever creatures lived on this moon. There had to be something terrifying in the forest that had convinced everyone to believe in werewolves. 

“Kriff.” You swore, your arms throbbing with effort as you tried yet again to free your leg from the trap. You dropped back onto your ass, before sinking down onto the soft mossy ground beneath you. 

At least the stars were out. You could see them through the bareboned trees as they swayed above you in the evening breeze. 

The pain wasn’t so bad at a certain point, most likely because of the blood loss. That would do it. That woozy, tingling sensation that had your vision blurring at the edges. 

A branch snapped nearby, sending a dull spike of nerves through you. You hadn’t made a study of the flora and fauna on the moon — but that certainly didn’t sound like a small creature. 

“Please don’t eat me.” You mumbled, tilting your head to look in the direction of the sound. The filtered moonlight from the crescent moon above barely illuminated the forest around you and your flashlight was just out of reach. 

You heard the sound of another branch snapping under foot, “Hello?” 

All men are beasts in their own right, but the man that stepped into your line of view seemed an unlikely candidate. 

“I do believe that trap was not set to ensnare one such as you,” He drawled out with a honey-sweet cadence as he moved towards you.

“I don’t think it’s broken,” You offered weakly, trying to sit up as he knelt beside you, but your vision blurred harshly and you sank back onto the ground. 

“How fortuitous you are that I take my evening stroll through this very copse of trees.” He mused, effortlessly freeing your leg from the steel trap. 

“How—“

“You have lost a considerable amount of blood, little lamb. I would be most obliged to offer shelter and succor. These woods are no place to remain alone. One can never know what creatures fresh blood may attract.”

You exhaled shakily as you stared up at the stars above you. He was right — you’d never make it back to your transport alone on your leg. “Promise not to kill me?” You cracked, tilting your head to look at him.

He flashed you a toothy grin, “I promise.” 

“What is your name?” You asked as he hoisted you into his arms, with surprising ease. 

“Ezra.” He told you, looking down at you. “And what is your name, little lamb?”

“Ezra.” You repeated softly, resting your cheek against his chest as he carried you through the forest. You gave him your own name, feeling a strange warmth wash through you when he repeated it back in that beguiling tone of his. 

“Am I right in my assumption that you are the occupant of the transport that arrived just two nights ago.” Ezra questioned quietly. 

“Depends on who is asking.” You jested lightly, “I am. Reconnaissance mission for a mining program.” 

“Ah,” His grip on you seemed to tighten. “Another greedy venture to strip the moon of its precious lunaxium?” 

“I can only assume.” You glanced up at him, “Above my pay grade.”

“You should leave within the week.” Ezra remarked, keeping his sharp gaze focused ahead of him. “It won’t be safe for you.”

“You don’t believe in that stupid story, do you?” You questioned, “Isn’t that just a tale to keep prospectors from coming here?”

“I once believed that.” Ezra muttered, before falling silent for the remainder of the journey to his humble abode. 

You had so many questions for your serendipitous savior, but he tended to your leg in relative silence and then left you to rest in his bed. 

From what you could tell, Ezra had fashioned a home for himself out of a crashed transport vessel that you could only assume had been his own at one time. Perhaps he’d been like you once upon a time, a drifter picking up odd jobs and landing in bad situations. 

Ezra was handsome. The moonlight hadn’t tricked you into thinking that — in the garish light of his bedroom, he was still just as striking. Warm eyes, long lashes, a mess of chestnut hair with a shock of blonde, and a wiry frame. 

How long had he been living on Lykaios? Had his vessel crashed on a wayward venture and he’d had no one to come looking for him? Not that anyone would come looking for you either. 

Maybe Shiva. They would’ve probably come looking for your corpse just to get what was owed to them. 

It was a damn miracle that Ezra had stumbled upon you. How had he even found you? The woods all looked the same. 

Sleep came slowly and fitfully. Despite the shot Ezra had given you, your leg was agonizingly painful if you moved at all. Fortunately, there were books within reach — well-loved, with worn pages. You wondered if they had been Ezra’s to start with, or if he’d found someone’s abandoned transport. 

He had excellent taste. 

You hadn’t seen a stack of Chaucer since you were much younger. His copy of Canterbury Tales had been opened so many times the spine wilted in your palm. 

Ezra announced himself with a short knock, before sliding open the durasteel door. “I expected you to be asleep. You had quite the evening, little lamb.”

“I tried.” You made a note of the page you were on before closing the book and sitting it aside on the bedside shelf. “I got distracted by… your collection of novels.”

He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “I see you’re getting acquainted with my old oppo Chaucer.” 

“I’ll have you know, Chaucer is my friend.” You quipped, drumming your fingers against the cover of the book. “It was nice to retrace old lines.” 

“He’s an acquired taste,” Ezra tucked his hands behind his back and stepped into the room. “Youth may outrun the old, but not outwit.”

You smiled a little, “Earn what you can since everything’s for sale.” 

Ezra chuckled, shaking his head. “And how true that is.” He gestured grandly towards your leg, “But oftentimes it comes with folly.”

“Is that how you ended up here?” You questioned, “I wanted to ask you last night, but with everything...” 

He shrugged, dragging over a trunk and perching on the edge of it. “Five years ago I stood where you stand. They were looking for a new form of clean energy — lunaxium seemed like the answer.” Ezra pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, looking away from you then. “This place is filled with hidden dangers. Once you can put weight on your leg, I encourage you to leave.” 

“You could come with me.”

Ezra’s gaze snapped towards you, “No.” 

Your brows furrowed together, “Alright.” 

“I need to change your bandages,” Ezra exhaled heavily as he rose from the trunk, he turned his back to you as he moved to retrieve the roll of gauze from a shelf. 

Your eyes widened as you spotted a twisted scar that ran up the back of his neck into his hairline and vanished down the back of his shirt. You hadn’t noticed it last night while he fussed over you. 

“Ezra, why can’t you leave?” 

Ezra sighed heavily as he sat down on the foot of the bed, drawing your leg into his lap. “It’s home.” He answered simply, unwinding the bandages. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but this—“ He gestured around him. “It’s mine.” 

“And you haven’t gone stir crazy after five years?” You questioned, grimacing as he prodded at your wound. “I was gone for two months on a solo mission once and I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad to Shiva again. Even if they did rob me blind during liar’s dice.” 

“You get used to solitude.” Ezra glanced at you briefly, before turning his attention to the task at hand. He cleaned the area around the wound, before wrapping fresh bandaging around it. “Once or twice a year, someone like yourself arrives and…”

“And the mythical werewolf eats them?” You jested, sinking back against the mattress as he laid your leg back down on the bed. 

“Something like that.” He offered dryly, eyeing at you warily. “There’s a full moon in eleven days. I would advise you not to wait around to discover whether or not it is simply lore.” 

Your brows knit together and you sat up, arms curled around your waist. “You say that like there’s a chance it is true. You’ve been here for five years… What have you seen?” 

“I have things I must attend to away from here.” Ezra said abruptly, “Rest and I’ll return in a few hours to escort you back to your transport.”

Ezra did little to assuage that sinking sensation that told you that maybe just maybe there were werewolves on Lykaios. 

“Before you settled here, what did you do?” You questioned, leaning into Ezra’s side as he kept a firm hand coiled around you for support. “Your transport didn’t offer many clues, outside of your exquisite taste in literature.”

 Ezra chuckled, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. “I was a harvester. A damn good one, at that. But seasons get hard, tides turn, allegiances bend. Fell into a bit of a snare with an associate and had to dig my way out.” 

 “I think we’ve all been there before,” You shook your head. “I enjoy gambling. Nasty habit.” You admitted. “I wasn’t meant to be the one to come to Lykaois. My friend — the one I mentioned before — had been assigned to this mission. They lost it in a dicey bet with me.” 

 “Dicey?”

“What gambler plays honorably?” You countered. “I cheated.” 

“And this friend of yours was meant to come here instead?” 

You nodded, “Tried to win it back right up until the moment I took off.” Shiva had been furious that they’d lost and even more furious knowing that you hadn’t played fair. “I’ve heard the stories about Lykaois and I wanted to find out if they were true.”

“One shouldn’t go looking for the stuff of myth.” Ezra drawled out. “In my erstwhile profession, I had a certain predilection for danger. It can be damning.” 

“Look, I don’t mean to pry, but… is there a reason you can’t leave?” You stopped abruptly, causing him to stumble slightly. “My transport has life support for three. If there’s someone else you’ve got here — if that’s why you don’t want to leave.” 

You could feel Ezra’s gaze bore into your skin. 

“I’m not leaving.” You told him, when he made no attempt to answer your question. “I’ll take a day or two to rest, but I’m finishing what I’ve started.” 

“It’s not safe.” 

“Then why don’t you leave?” You pushed back. “If it’s so dangerous, why aren’t you trying to leave?”

Ezra worked his jaw slowly, before looking towards the sky and sighing heavily. “I’m not the only inhabitant on this moon. Some have been here for much longer than me and they…” He shook his head slowly. 

You curled your fingers around his forearm, turning to stare at him. “They’re what?” 

“Little lamb, be glad you were found by me and not one of them.” Ezra gritted out, holding your gaze. “Consider your luck and leave before it runs out.” 

He wasn’t going to relent. Whatever secrets Lykaois held, he wasn’t going to reveal them to you. 

“Will you at least let me give you a few of my books?” You questioned, squeezing his arm tight as you used him to support your weight. 

“Depends on what you’re offering.” Ezra retorted, “But we need to keep moving. You need to get your leg up.” 

 Ezra was entranced with your small collection of books. Like a man starved, he snatched up every book — flipping through its pages with reverence. You couldn’t imagine spending five years without getting your hands on a new book. 

You thought he would abruptly leave once he had you safely tucked into your transport — but he lingered. 

“Nothing in the world is single; all things by a law divine in one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?” Ezra read, the words falling from his tongue with a richness that your mind had never been able to give them. 

“Shelley?” You questioned, tilting your head to try to get a look at the book he was holding. 

“Indeed.” He closed the book and held it to his chest. “Our dear friend Percy had quite a way with words. Overshadowed — and rightfully so — by his beloved wife.” 

“I haven’t been able to get my hands on Frankenstein. Not since I was maybe fourteen.” You admitted. 

Ezra snapped his fingers, “You should’ve spoken up, little lamb. Mary has kept me company on many lonely nights.”

“I will part with Percy,” You told him, hobbling towards him on your wounded leg. “But only if you are willing to part with Mary.” 

He hummed thoughtfully, still clutching the book to his chest. “I will have to consult with her.” Ezra told you with a soft smile, “I have no doubt that she is as tired of my company as anyone would be.” 

You reached out and covered his hand with yours, “I will let you reunite the couple for just one night. But you have to promise me that you’ll bring me Frankenstein.”

Ezra’s gaze lowered to where your hand was on his, a faint color rising in his cheeks. “Promise me you’ll leave once books have been exchanged.” He covered your hand with his other hand, squeezing gently. “If you stay, I won’t be able to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?”

“Me.” Ezra breathed out, his dark eyes setting on yours. “I will bring you lunaxium that you can take back to whomever hired you. Warn them from this place and forget it.” 

“It’s not that simple.” You found yourself leaning into him for support, “I have to complete testing and analysis. Reports. I can’t just take back a lump of lunaxium and hope for the best.”

A growl like sound rose up in the back of his throat, “Then I’ll do the reports for you. I know more than I ever cared to know of lunaxium and this godsforsaken rock. You are not to venture beyond this transport.”

You pulled your hand away from his, “I’ll do as I please, thank you.” 

Ezra gritted his teeth, “Do you have a death wish? Now isn’t the time for obstinance. Not this close to a full moon.” 

You blinked at him, “Are you…?”

His expression faltered, fingers twitching against the book before he held it out to you, “Keep it and leave tonight. Please.” 

“No.” You shook your head, “I want to know.” 

“Among these stories,” He gestured to your shelf of books, “I’m afraid it’s an unimpressive tale.”

“I’m always looking to hear new stories.” You told him, grimacing as you put too much weight down on your leg. “Shit.”

“Please sit,” Ezra urged, moving swiftly to curl his arm around your waist as he guided you towards the makeshift sofa you’d made from a weapon crate and oversized pillows. 

He sank down onto the opposite end, hands covering his face as he let out a heavy sigh. “Five years ago, I was just like you. Starry-eyed, devil-may-care.”

“Is that how you see me?”

“Yes.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “I came here looking for lunaxium like every ill-fated prospector before me. The rumors, the legend, the myth — they made for a tantalizing adventure.” His expression sobered as he stared straight ahead. “It’s painful. Muscles tear, bones shatter, skin stretches.”

Your heart clenched and your stomach roiled at the thought. 

“They say the first was a corruption. There are wolves among us, lurking beyond the trees — fearful in their own right of what looms above them. Someone played with fate and made a monster that even Shelley couldn’t have imagined. Lunaxium has no effect on humans, but it calms the beast for awhile.”

Without even thinking about it, you carefully shifted onto your good knee, letting your leg rest over the side of the sofa as you leaned towards Ezra. “This scar.” You said as you gingerly brushed your fingers over the back of his neck. 

He tensed, fingers clenching and unclenching in his lap. “I was attacked on my second night here.” He confessed, exhaling slowly. “Forgive me, little lamb. It has been a right smart spell since I have felt another’s touch.”

“You shouldn’t have to live like that, Ezra.” You whispered, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Isolating yourself… Maybe there’s a cure.”

“I can’t leave Lykaois.” He admitted, closing his eyes as he relaxed under the gentle touch of your fingers. “We’re reliant on the lunaxium and whatever this moon is cursed with. I would go mad.”

“Has anyone ever tried to leave?”

“There are stories.” Ezra turned to look at you. “I appreciate your offer. If it weren’t for what I’ve become, I would accept it without hesitation. But I would rather perish in the solitude of my transport than lose my mind somewhere among the stars.”

You trailed your fingers from his hair, along the curve of his jaw. “I could come back.”

“And put yourself in danger twice over?”

“I put myself in danger every time I venture out on a harvest with a ragtag team that might turn their weapons on me. Life is a risk, Ezra.” You held his gaze as you brushed your thumb over his bottom lip. “I can be your connection to the world you’ve lost. Name it, anything — I’ll bring it back here to you.”

“It’s dangerous.” Ezra seemed compelled by the offer. “The others… they’ve been here long enough to lose what’s left of their humanity.”

“Then protect me.” You brushed your fingers through the hair that fell against his forehead. 

“There’s so much I miss,” He admitted, his expression matching the way his voice broke as he held your gaze. “Five years… it’s a lifetime to spend alone.” He curled his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb against the center of your palm. “I don’t want you to risk yourself for me.” 

“I’m not afraid.” You told him, and as foolish as it was — you weren’t. 

Ezra’s gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips and your breath caught somewhere in the back of your throat when he started to lean towards you.  

He wasn’t the only one who had gone years without knowing a lover’s touch. You played things close to the chest, avoided anything that could ensnare you — except for him. 

For all of his warm charm, there was an underlying current of danger that had you feeling like a moth to the flame. He was a monster. A creature made from a curse you hadn’t even believed in.  

“Ezra.” You breathed out, leaning in until your nose brushed against his. 

He petted his fingers over your cheek as his breath mingled with yours, “You’re hurt.” 

“It’s just my leg.” Your lips were a hair’s breadth away from his, “I think we both need this.” 

Ezra curled his fingers around the back of your head as his lips crashed against yours. You groaned against his lips and his tongue took the opportunity to slip into your mouth, curling against yours. 

He kissed like a man possessed, desperate and all consuming. He hauled you into his lap like you weighed nothing, his hands clawing at your back, your ass, your arms — anywhere he could reach. 

He was starved for a connection like this. You had sensed it in the way he gravitated towards you, the way he lingered, the gentle touches as he mended your leg. 

You hissed softly as you shifted your weight in his lap, trying not to put pressure on your leg, but it was hard not to in that position. 

Ezra cupped your cheek, drawing your focus to his face as his other hand curled tight around your hip. “Do you trust me, little lamb?” He questioned, waiting until you nodded before he started to guide you back lengthways on the sofa. 

You scraped your fingernails over his scalp as you slid your fingers through his hair. His knee slotted in between your thighs as he draped himself over you. 

Greedy hands grabbed at the back of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal new skin to touch. He was touch starved. Every brush of your fingers against his untouched skin made him rut against your thigh. 

Ezra’s mouth worked down the column of your throat, teeth lightly scraping as his tongue darted out to taste your skin. His own hands sliding under your shirt, skimming over your ribs. 

You’d missed the feeling of large, rough hands against your skin. It had been more than a few cycles since you’d fallen into bed with a man. A year, maybe two, since you’d been with anyone at all. 

“Ezra.” You breathed out as his mouth moved over your covered breast, his tongue seeking out your nipple through the soft fabric. 

His eyes snapped to meet yours, pupils blown with arousal as he let out a ragged breath. “I can smell you.” Ezra murmured, his tongue flicking out to tease the peak of your nipple, the fabric darkened from his mouth. “You’re soaked, aren’t you little lamb?” He questioned, a hand wandering down your side, curling around your thigh. 

You felt your chest and cheeks burn with a heady mix of arousal and embarrassment. You were slick. You could feel your underwear clinging to your cunt, desire fueled solely by the man crowded onto the sofa with you. 

“In my bed,” Ezra whispered, untangling the hand you had in his hair. He brought your hand to his lips, inhaling deeply before wrapping his lips around your first two fingers. 

An unabashed moan escaped you, your hips lifting off the sofa as you ground yourself against his knee. You should’ve been ashamed — he had known that you’d tried to put yourself to sleep by burying your face in his pillow and your hand between your thighs. 

Ezra released your fingers with a wet pop, his nostrils flaring as he held your gaze. “You didn’t come, did you? Did la petite mort evade you?” 

“Yes.” You whispered, tracing your dampened fingers over his scruffy cheek. “I was so close, but it wasn’t enough.” 

He smirked at you as he pressed his knee firmly against you. “May I?”

“Please.” You nodded, sinking back against the sofa as Ezra moved down your body. Skilled fingers worked at the fastenings of your pants, peeling the heavy fabric down your thighs before tossing them aside. 

He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of you, “Sit up, little lamb.” Ezra told you, sinking onto the ground in front of you. “Look at you.” He drawled as your thighs parted, your injured leg draped over his shoulder. 

You gasped quietly as he stroked his thumb over the damp spot on your underwear, barely brushing over your clit — but even that mere touch was enough to make you tremble. 

“Did you think of me?” Ezra questioned, peeling the fabric to the side, sweeping his fingers between your slick folds. 

“Maybe.” You retorted, biting down on your bottom lip as you watched him lick your arousal from his fingers. 

A quiet growl rose up the back of his throat as he leaned in between your thighs. He held your underwear to the side as he lapped at you, his tongue sweeping between your folds. 

Your fingers slid into his hair, grip tightening as he traced the tip of his tongue over your clit. 

“Do you need these?” Ezra mumbled, tugging at your underwear. 

“No. No.” You shook your head, pitching your hips towards him. 

Ezra effortlessly tore away the crotch of your underwear, his mouth descending upon your tender flesh. His tongue delved between your folds, thrusting into your slick core. He grabbed at your thigh, holding you steady as he turned his attention to your clit. 

You cried out as he wrapped his lips around that throbbing bundle of nerves. He sucked lightly at it, swirling his tongue over it as his fingers pressed into your cunt. 

He didn’t let up, his tongue working over your clit as he worked his fingers in and out of you. His fingers were deliciously thick, dragging in and out of you, brushing over that sweet spot within you that made your entire core quake. 

Ezra was good. 

His name was heavy on your tongue as you shattered, your inner walls clenching around his fingers, thighs trapping his face between your legs. 

“I need…” You panted out, breath hitching as he curled his fingers within you. “Fuck!” You shouted, nearly ripping his hair out as you felt a dam break as your vision blurred from the sudden burst of molten desire. Ezra was undeterred, his tongue sweeping up every drop of you. 

“More.” You urged, writhing beneath him. “Ezra, please.” 

“I might hurt you.” Ezra warned you, dragging his hands down your thighs as he nipped at the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “I don’t… I don’t know if I control myself.” 

“Forget about my leg,” You tugged at his hair. “And fuck me.” 

Ezra squeezed your hip and barked out, “On your knees.” 

You waited until he let go of you before you gracelessly flopping over on the sofa, knees planted firmly on the cushion as you grabbed at the metal shaft that made up the back of the sofa. 

“You smell so fucking good like this,” Ezra breathed out, hands sliding over your bare hips as he crowded close to you. “It’s been so long.” He pressed his lips to the back of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. 

“Same.” You laughed breathlessly, reaching behind you to grab at his hair. “I don’t break easy.” 

“You’ve never fucked a werewolf before.” Ezra murmured, curling his fingers loosely around your throat, keeping you pinned back against his chest as his cock slid between your oversensitive folds. “Have you?”

“Not yet.” You gritted out, curling your fingers around his forearm, thankful that he was able to keep you upright. He was strong, but the fingers wrapped around your throat were gentle. 

The head of his cock caught against your entrance and Ezra’s hips bucked forward, pressing into you. 

You moaned, completely caught up in the sensation of his thick cock filling you. The stretch was just this side of too much — especially in this angle. 

Ezra pulled back, his cock nearly slipping from you entirely before slamming back into you. His thrusts were brutal — all that strength and power that was hidden in his wiry build. He was reaching spots no one else had ever hit. 

He released his tight grip on your hip, slipping his hand between your thighs to stroke your aching clit. You clenched around him in response, making him feel even thicker as he drove into you. Again and again. 

Your nails bit into his forearm, leaving crescent moon shapes in his skin as you clung to him. You were so close, perched right on the precipice of another orgasm. 

“Come.” Ezra’s fingers curled around your jaw, his lips close to your ear. “I want to feel you come. The sweet clench of your cunt around my cock.” He mouthed a row of kisses down your neck, growling against the crook of your neck as your body obeyed him. 

He didn’t relent, even as your body pulsed around his cock. “Fuck.” He grunted out, his teeth scraping your skin. 

“Ezra.” You moaned out, your eyes falling closed as you basked in the overwhelming sensation of him fucking into you. 

His grip loosened at your jaw as he started to slide out of you, but you reached behind you, grabbing at his ass — desperately trying to keep him right there. 

Something snapped. Some frayed cord of control that he had been clinging to. 

You grabbed at the back of the sofa for support as he roughly grabbed at your hips. He bottomed out once, twice, three times before he growled out your name and came. 

Ezra curled his arm around your waist, keeping you pinned to him as he rearranged the two of you. He kept the softening length of his cock buried within you as he sank down onto the sofa with you resting back against his chest. 

“You’re very strong,” You mumbled, scratching your nails through the hair on his forearm as you looked down at the arm he had tightly curled around you. 

He huffed, a throaty chuckle escaping him as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “One perk of this damnable curse.” He brushed his thumb over your stomach gently. 

“Is the sex a perk too?” You questioned, closing your eyes as you leaned back against him. “Because, I’m not sure I want to leave at all now.”

“I wouldn’t know.” Ezra kissed your shoulder. “I’ve kept my distance. From the others.” He sighed heavily. “You don’t want to become like me, little lamb.”

“I never said that I do.” You pointed out. 

“No, I suppose you didn’t.” He shifted beneath you, whispering a quick apology when you whimpered at the movement. 

“I’m okay.” You promised, trailing your fingers up the side of his thigh. “Overwhelmed.”

“Two days.”

“Hmm?”

“You can safely stay for two more days, but then you must leave. It gets harder to maintain this the nearer we draw to the full moon.” Ezra told you, nuzzling at the crook of your neck. 

“Two days.” You agreed solemnly. 

Ezra returned just after nightfall with a stack of research notes and his well-loved copy of Frankenstein. 

“Did you know she dedicated herself to getting her husband’s works published.” You mused, looking up from the notes on lunaxium to watch Ezra as he consumed Percy’s book of poems. 

“Hmm?”

“Mary.” You explained. “As accomplished as she was, she also worked to ensure her husband’s writing would be read.”

“Indeed.” Ezra tucked the red ribbon into the page he was reading and sat it aside. “I believe their romance blossomed on her mother’s grave, no? A rather odd pair.”

“His works are dreadfully romantic, for such a macabre couple.” You pointed out, flipping over another page of notes, copying down a comment on your own notations. 

“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?” Ezra recited, drumming his fingers against the cover. “I had forgotten that was dear Percy.” He sank back against the wall, pushing fingers through his unruly hair. “I miss the sea.” 

“I’d bring it back in a bottle if I could.” You told him, chewing on your bottom lip. “I meant what I said before. I can come back.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, moonbeam.” He let the word slip off his tongue like it was sugar-sweet. “You will grow bored of the to-and-fro.” He pursed his lips. “Though I am much appreciative of the offer. You should go back to your friends.” 

“I have one friend in this galaxy Ezra and oftentimes I’m certain they want to ring my neck.” You shook your head. “You deserve to have a friend too.” 

“I will never be able to leave,” He reminded you. “And you can never stay.”

“There’s still an in-between.” Your brows rose hopefully. “A new moon, perhaps? When the moon is there, but not visible.”

“You’re persistent.”

“I’ve been told that before.” You smirked a little. “What would you like me to bring back when I return after the full moon?”

Ezra exhaled heavily, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “I would be forever indebted to you if you might get your hands on a copy of War & Peace. Dreadfully long, but I hunger for some longevity in my literature.”

“Done.” 

He snapped his fingers, “Cheese.” 

You arched a brow. “I have cheese.”

“Real cheese?” Ezra corrected. “That wretched aero cheese is nauseating.” He blanched, watching you as you rose from your seat. 

You hobbled out of the room, into the corridor where the hyperfreeze unit was mounted in the interior wall beside the coolant system. You returned moments later with a block of Reggianito. 

“You’re in luck.” You said, sinking down onto the floor beside him. “I have a hook-up on Sector Block G7.” 

Ezra broke off a piece and popped it into his mouth, sinking back against the wall with a satisfied moan. “It will be safe for you to return in a fortnight.” 

You slapped his leg playfully, “You’ll let me return if I bring cheese?”

He grinned and continued. “If you come then, you’ll have a fortnight to stay, should you choose to.” 

“That should give me enough time to find War & Peace for you and settle my debts.” 

Ezra took another bite of cheese, before passing it back to you. “Do they still make those honeysticks?” He questioned. “Little tubes with honey collected from…” He squinted, “I can’t remember the planet.”

“I can look.” You wrapped the cheese back in the cloth, before sitting it aside. “How will you be when I return?” You questioned. 

“A little worse for wear,” Ezra shrugged a shoulder, resting his hand on your thigh. “The lunaxium helps.”

“Is it… is it like a drug?”

“I suppose.” Ezra dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. “There’s this hunger,” He explained, knocking his fist against his sternum. “This clawing sensation. It gets worse closer to the full moon. I lose my mind.” He shook his head. “I tried to wean myself off two years ago. Just to feel something.”

“What happened?” You rested your hand over his. 

“It triggered the beast.” He answered with a frown. “Middle of the cycle and violent.” Ezra tilted his head to look at you. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You won’t.” You shook your head slowly, interlacing your fingers with his. “Maybe this will be good for you. Help you keep your humanity.”

“How so?”

“The others, the ones that were already here.” Your brows furrowed together as you turned to stare at him, “Did they lose their humanity because they lost touch with other humans?”

Ezra blinked, “You, moonbeam, are a clever one.”

“I read a lot.” You smiled at him, “And you’re  in luck — I have always loved monster stories.”

[kowaipun]

Elios - Child to the God of Law, Pestilence, and Death.

My Demigod character in my dnd game! We used a homebrew pantheon and the game is very greek inspired :)

[star-of-zeus]

Hellenic Priests: Ritual Masters

First in my priesthood series I wish to talk about one of the commonly overlooked duties of hellenic priests: experts of ritual.

Due to what I suspect is largely Christian influence, many people believe that modern-day priests are to teach and guide others towards their god. While of course that is, in fact, the case in certain religions, priests in ancient Greece didn't quite do that.

The priest's presence was also required to ensure the exact observance of the ritual which conditioned the validity of the sacrifice... The Greek priest neither taught nor preached; he was mainly the servant of the god and a professional of sacrifice.  (p. 38 of Priesthood)

As each individual temple or sanctuary was typically devoted to a different deity or different aspect of a deity, the rituals performed were also unique.

No special training was required of the future priests. Each sanctuary had a fixed ritual and the celebrant simply followed its detailed rubrics. (pg. 38 of Priesthood)

As the future priest/esses had presumably grown up sacrificing to and serving the gods, they didn’t need to learn about a lot of the different aspects of hellenic polytheism. The only new knowledge they really needed was knowledge of the rites they would be performing in their priesthood on behalf of their god and their community. 

Priestesses, like priests, underwent no special training (Isokrates To Nikokles 6), presumably learning their tasks ‘on the job’ or, when possible, from the previous incumbents. There were no books of ritual in traditional Greek religion, unlike in ancient Rome, so all knowledge of ritual was verbal, especially in the case of the various secret rites priestesses presided over in honour of goddesses. (pg. 1 and 2 of Priestesses of Ancient Greece)

Generally, there seemed to be two different kinds of rituals: rituals for the god and rituals for the community. I will give examples of both, one being done by a priest of Zeus Lykaios for rain and another being done to honor to Zeus Polieus.

If a drought lasts for a long time and by now their seed in the grounds and their trees are drying up, in such circumstances the priest of Zeus Lykaios prays at the water [of Hagno, a spring on the mountain] and makes all the sacrifices that custom requires; he then lowers an oak branch to the surface – not deep into the spring – and as the water is stirred water vapour rises from it, like mist, and after a short while the vapour becomes cloud and draws other clouds to it until it makes rain fall on the land of the Arcadians. Pausanias 8.38.4 (pg. 60 of Zeus)

As you can see, this ritual isn’t one done in secret and kept hidden by the priest/esses of the temple like others were, but rather one that might have been the subject of a request to the priest of Zeus Lykaios from the people, so that the priest could make this request to Zeus on their behalf. 

Zeus Polieus (of the City) was worshiped in many Greek cities, often with Athena Polias, the citadel goddess, as his partner. The Athenians preserved an ancient and curious ritual for this god, carried out on the Akropolis at his annual festival, the Dipolieia. Already considered old-fashioned by the Classical period, the Dipolieia ritually linked Zeus’ Archaic role as an agricultural deity with his civic function as a guarantor of justice. According to Pausanias (1.24.4): They put barley mixed with wheat on the altar of Zeus and leave no guard there. The ox that they have ready for the sacrifice goes to the altar and touches the grains. They call one of the priests the Ox-Slayer (Bouphonos); [after striking the ox] he drops the axe and flees, for this is the custom. And refusing to recognize the man who did the deed, they put the axe on trial. (Ancient Greek Cults)

The special title of the Ox-Slayer priest brings up the different titles and positions for cult officials in hellenic polytheism, which I will go into more detail about in a future post. However, this example reiterates the idea that priest/esses would preside over ritual animal sacrifice as one of their primary functions within their temples or sanctuaries.  This post definitely got a little bit longer than expected, but I hope it was useful nonetheless! If you have any wish to hear about a specific aspect of hellenic priesthood, feel free to send in an ask!

Sources:

Priesthood by Leopold Sabourin, Priestesses in Ancient Greece by Matthew P. J. Dillon, Zeus by Ken Dowden, Ancient Greek Cults by Jennifer Larson.

[edgion-the-great]

@you-dont-know-me-but-i-just Free time

[uptheantares]

One question, who's Lupa. Other question, some of Travis's family? (Besides Talwin I guess unless you rlly wanna draw the sad boi)

Oh, sorry!

I posted an image of her here, but she hasn’t appeared on the actual blog yet. She’s half-Cynocephalus, half-werewolf, and was raised alongside Lykaios in Dog Cult’s child-care/orphanage system. (The other character in that image, Farhan, runs the orphanage ever since Wolfe got promoted)

As for Travis’ family, he canonically doesn’t have any living relatives (or, well, he didn’t think he did, Talwin), so here’s some Travis and child-Regan cuddles.