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Luca as a wee disturbing lil' kiddlet! Oh, the memories...oh dear god, save me from the memories!



Luca getting a bit older...and dirtier...also his current stage. He can bathe himself by now, damnit.



Oh...jesus...I don't know how this happened, I swear! Whichever neighbor of mine owns owned a puppy...I'm sorry...

Hope nobody will hate me for being lazy and copying this straight out of my journal sweatdrop

First up is Xyre, the 1st pet I've ever purchased from a lovely Shounen-ai shop. Besides being scantily clad in his undies, he is quite the perky little guy, hopping around all over the place - if you tune him out, he sort of becomes just a blue blur in the background.

Xyre

Now on to Gully, my beloved little clutz. If there is something fragile to be knocked over, you can guarantee that his curiosity will lead him to it, and his ineptitude for any sort of balance will bring it crashing to the ground. He's good-hearted, though. He doesn't try to break things - in fact, all he really wants is friends. And, if he can keep his balance long enough, and his constant giggle-fits ever subside, he'll fight for them.

Gullivan

Ah, Lucien, a character of mine from a good while back. His original history is a little too in depth to put here(aka I'm too lazy to type it up), but it should be known that he is a denizen of hell and heir to the throne until it was usurped, so now he's a pissed battlemage running around and destroying people's s**t biggrin Yeah, that'd be about as simple as I can put it. He's quite obsessive with his magic and power, and it's really just too bad for Gully that they ended up being siblings XD; He's not necessarily evil, though...just...missunderstood wink

Lucien

Aaawe, my babeh, Benjamin, or the little frufru boy, as some like to call him ^o^ He's still just a toddler, so he's fairly silent, save gurgling noises or vague immitaions of monosyllabic words. If you don't think he's just absolutely adorable, then I hate you biggrin

Benjamin

Homg, my Sirius Black custom cosplay! &w& If you can't tell by now, I really like my Malepharin Knight boys, heheh. If you know who Sirius Black is, then an explanation really isn't needed here - if you don't know who he is, then go read the damn Harry Potter books in order to stop sucking.

Sirius

Ah, Cedric, he's like me in a lot of ways...with the name I wish I had. Shy, like social wallpaper, a nice kid, smart, mellow...eh, I'm not good at describing myself. Want to know what he's like? Just talk to me some time, heh. Weird thing is, I suppose he looks enough like me too - moreso than any of my other pets, that is ^^

Cedric

Tavok! One of my favorites to RP, my feisty wolftaur. I should just post the contest entry that I won him with here...but it's so long, you'll all get tired of scrolling through text and run away sweatdrop He's rambunxious, into battling, but not quite as savagely as his fellow wolftaurs. He's got a much gentler side, loves hearing and telling good stories and participating in other such campfire activities. What he really wants is to overthrow the chief wolftaur in order to promote peace through his tribe, so all of his violence really does spawn from a pure motive.

Tavok

The other babeh, Emori! This self-conscious wolftaur is going to grow up to be a major flamer - I've always wanted an overtly gay pet, and he's absolutely perfect for the job, heheh. Figure I'll give him a sweet tooth, since he's candycorn themed, got him from a halloween event ^-^ Thank god for events, otherwise I'd be taur-less, those flatsales go too damn fast for my shitty internet speed x.x And any bullies lining up to pick on Emori better just scatter now, lest they want Tavok to kick their asses domokun

Emori

Garin comes from a shop that originates from a book series that I have been into for quite a while - Xanth, by Piers Anthony. I was quite happily surprised when I found this shop, and became determined to get a child. Needless to say, I saw the book and immediately went "mine!" And so now I have my little bookworm, with quite the interesting magic talent ^w^ Viva Xanth!

Garin

Eeep! At long last, my shounen-ai boy! X3 I've been lurking at this shop for well over a year, and I finally just got my boy, heh. I think it's the 1st time I've actually won a competitive speed flatsale too, it's a miracle! Cody, my dear Tiger boy, has a fizzy personality to match his looks. While easily excited and outgoing, he has his mellow moments, and still enjoys a good stretch alone with his music.

Cody

So, as you can see, if you've read this far, the house(which isn't nearly as big as we'd like) is quite crowded...I just hope Luca doesn't start disecting somebody in the confusion >.O;

Name: Lucavi
Occupation: Ripping things apart.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: ?
Likes: Dead things, mostly. Looking inside of dead things, even more so. Bones especially. Mud, dirt, a grime are good too, but they come with everything else.
Dislikes: Shallow/vain people, materialistic crap, any kind of trend.
Personality: Quiet, but not necessarily shy, he likes to creep around, but would probably prefer being a zombie to anything else. Loving nature's more gruesome qualities, he spends a lot of time outside, and not where your average little kids might play. He seems to have a wealth of sharpened little bones hiding about his body, and god help you if he finds you worthy enough of disection.

None yet.

The passing streetlights blurred the edges of my vision, throwing everything but the white lines on the road into obscurity, but I drove on anyways. The car radio had long since stopped working in the storm - no surprise, it was a crappy car anyways, as I was reminded by continuous scraping of the busted windshield wiper against the stubborn glass. Without the radio, this was the only thing keeping me awake, but I still half wished that the glass would just give in, despite the unfavorable chain of events that I knew would follow if it did.

It wasn't that I was suicidal, no, just tired as hell. As eager as I was to get back home to my family, I was heavily tempted to just pull over and spend the night in my car by some ditch near the highway - was that legal? I didn't much care anymore, but - whoa, wait, speaking of ditches...double take! Was that a kid in that ditch back there, or was I just drifting off already?! The last thing I wanted was for tomorrow's newspaper to read "Delusional Driver Dives to his Death into Ditch!", but "Child Mowed Over like Road Kill on Highway" also seemed to disagree with me.

The car swerved dangerously on the edge of the cliff as I spun out to the side...or maybe I just pulled over, I don't know. Dream and reality seemed fairly fused at this point, so I didn't bother dealing with the facts too heavily. As long as there was a child in the ditch, it was coming home with me, and nothing else concerned me. The ditch was only a dozen or so yards back, so I was only 95% soaked through and spattered with mud by the time I got there, not to mention, waking up quite quickly. Peering over the edge of the ditch as I reached it, something caught my eye...a figure both shorter and muddier than me, seemingly hunched over for warmth.

"Hey! Hey kid!" My voice hardly stood up against the dramatic clash of lightning, so I tried again. "Hey you! Kid, get up here!" It was almost as if my voice had bounced off of every rain drop, taking an eternity to reach the child, but eventually he looked up to reveal himself as a boy. Upon closer inspection I was mortified to find that he wasn't hunched over for warmth, but over the remains of some poor animal.

But what was truly haunting about it was that it wasn't just a bunch of splattered remains. No, it was the bones, white against the mud, as if picked out from the animal and all separately cleaned. Even more chillingly, they seemed to be arranged in a symmetrical pattern, laid out neatly before the child like a puzzle. My imagination showed his hands twitching excitedly as he laid down the bones in an almost ceremonial fashion. Shivering, I leaned over the edge of the ditch, seized him from under the arms, and hoisted him out of the pit.

"Wha...what're ya doing down there, little man?" I asked before deciding I didn't want to know and continuing, "Where do you live? You shouldn't be out here!"

"Live? Lived in the mansion. Now I don't live anywhere..." his reply seemed thoughtful, as did his pause. "Does that mean that I don't live at all?" The question was earnest, but he didn't seem to be holding any trepidation for the answer.

Wh-wh..what?!" I choked, making up for the lack of the boy's astonishment at his own question with plenty of my own. "No! Of course not! You can...you can come live with me, yes!" What else was I supposed to say?! I knew the mansion that he spoke of, and that place gave kids away like they were litters of kittens to be shoved into cardboard boxes and left on the street corner. I should know - we already had one at home.

The boy didn't seem to have anything against this proposal, so I took him back to the car, all the while trying to write off the bones as a fabrication of my exhausted mind. They were probably just rocks...yeah, that was it, rocks. Rocks, damnit! Letting him into the drivers side, I watched semi-begrudgingly as the seat was mucked up - oh well, it just matches the rest of the car now.

"So, what's your name?" I asked on the drive home, trying to throw off the chill that that whole experience...I mean, the rain...had given me.

"Lucavi" he replied simply. So simply that it was almost annoying. I let the rest of the trip pass in silence.

It's the morning now, and I can say one thing, thanks to the objects he keeps tucked behind his ears, in his hair, and at other various places - they weren't rocks.

A bone? What the hell?! He couldn't have known what it was...he must've found it in the road and picked up out of curiosity... But still, that point looked awfully unnatural. Much like an arrowhead carved by indians, I could see the chips at the surface, increasing in frequency as they neared the point. The image of Lucavi chipping and shaving away at the bone amongst a circle of indians came all too vividly, giving him a haunting aura of both finesse and savagery. Starting with a jolt, I rushed back into the bathroom, hoping that seeing him in the flesh would somehow drive this image out of my mind.

The image I met in the bathroom was nearly worse. I don't recall having filled the bathtub up with mud, but it now appeared that I had done so, and a mud bath was hardly what this kid needed. Yet the mud seemed to have a slight tint of red. No, it was all in my mind! One thing was certain, however - the tub was empty.

Muddy little footprints led the way across the floor to reveal Lucavi crouching underneath the sink. It was not until I realized what was missing from above the sink that I realized what he was sitting on. His hand came down from above his head to slash at the mirror underneath his feet. My eyes were just quick enough to notice a familiar white instrument in his hand before the bathroom was filled with the terribly gritty screeching of the stubborn inanimate.

I clapped my hands to my ears, but a cracking noise soon signified that the bone had given away. Lucavi tossed it behind him, and it landed with a 'plunk' into murky tub water, bobbing slightly above the surface before sinking to the bottom. Seemingly unhindered by anything, Lucavi snatched another bone out from behind his ear and made to strike again. The fact that he was completely unfazed disturbed me, but the look of ferocity in his eyes scared me even more as he struck again. It was as if he was punishing the mirror for reflecting his own spiteful gaze at him...

"Hey now, hey!" I said nervously as I finally recalled my voice. Rushing forward, I absentmindedly dropped the bone I had found. Lucavi darted forward, reaching for it as soon as it hit the ground. Kneeling down, I caught his hand just as his fingertips brushed against it, causing it to roll further away.

"That's mine!" he said forcefully, his fingers still wriggling and stretching towards it.

"Yes, yes..." I certainly didn't want to contradict him. "So, where did you find these bones?" I asked instead.

"I didn't find them" he grumped - I was just glad he hadn't decided to bring the bone in his other hand swinging around at me.

"Well then, how did you get them?”

“They gave them to me.”

“Who?” He was leading me through a maze of questions, and I was appreciating it less and less with each turn.

“The animals.” The simplicity of his voice was as maddening as ever. Shuddering, I decided against asking any more questions.

“Well, lets get you dressed, then.” Standing up, I wrapped a towel around him and ushered him out of the bathroom, eager to get away from the scene. Luckily, he seemed to forget his anger as soon as we left it all behind. “At least you left most of the mud in the tub” I remarked more to myself than him. He grumbled anyways.

Making a trip to the laundry room(which is really more like the laundry hallway), I got him an old pair of Cedric’s pants and a t-shirt. While the shirt was new and stark white, the pants were patched, torn, and faded to a dismal grey. Oddly enough, he donned the pants, but refused the shirt.

“Where are my clothes?” he asked as if it was a statement. Feeling more like a servant than a father, I retrieved the mass of leather and net.

"Sorry, little man, but these have got to dry first" I said as I put it into the dryer, avoiding his glare. Fortunately for me, it dried quickly. Handing it to him, I watching interestedly as he wrapped it around his waist and upper body like a barbaric toga. Well, if he was comfortable with wearing that, then I wasn’t going to argue.

“Do you want to live here then, Luca?” I hoped this would be the last question I would have to ask of him today.

“Yes” he said so indifferently that it made me wonder whether or not he had heard the question. “As long as I can go outside...”

I’ve now got the feeling that my house won’t stay clean for long.

It had been a week or so since Gullivan's run-in with Lucavi, and the poor boy was still skittering away from him at every turn, or hiding from his unrelenting gaze underneath his checkered cap. Lucavi, of course, found the whole ordeal very amusing, but would give no more than what seemed like an insidious curling of the lip to show this. In his dark demeanor he could not help but poke fun at the boy whenever he saw him before sitting back and marveling at the wonderful reaction it always provided. Even a flick of the wrist or a tilt of the head was enough to send Gullivan scampering off to his father, who appeared to be no less disturbed by Lucavi than Gullivan himself.

It was dinner time, and although the house was small, while its occupants were many, the table seemed to be growing larger with each passing night. The most likely result of this being Luca's appearance, the boy paid no mind, even as he had an entire end of the table to himself. Cody sat near the middle, mashing his food as if each morsel threatened the sanctity of his plate, but Lucavi ignored this childish act of disrespect and instead tuned on the whispered conversation at the far end of the table.

"Da', he's staring at me again!" Gully squeaked, his head darting from Luca to his father.

"Just ignore it" Mako replied through a mouth of potatoes.

"But how can I eat with him staring at me?" Gully continued. "It's weeiird!"

"Maybe he's staring at you because you're staring at him" Mako pointed out.

"Nuh-uh!" the boy protested. "S'the other way around! I'm staring at him because he's staring at me!" The conversation was going nowhere fast, but Lucavi was still enjoying it. Or, at least, the moments of it that he caught.

"Then just stop staring, and you won't see him staring at all" Mako said, growing a little weary.

"I can't help it, I think he's magic, like Lucien or something!" Really, Gully just didn't want to turn his back on the boy while he had a knife in hand.

"Oh, please, if Lucien were down here, you'd be twice as bad, so just count yourself lucky and eat!"

There was that name again...Lucien. Lucavi had heard Gully mention that name once before, and it sparked his attention then too. Another person who tormented Gully even more than he did? He definitely needed to meet this "Lucien" person - and it was easy enough to guess which room was his, unless there was another inhabitant of the house whose door was more likely to glow about the edges and pulse every time you walked by it.

"Well, Lucien isn't creepy like him!" Gully said quickly, but Lucavi picked it up.

"That's it, I've had enough!" he said, pushing his chair out and standing up. Mako and Gully froze, their forks hanging out of their mouths, but instead Luca turned his glare towards the boy with his fork over is head, in the air. "Those animals died to feed you, so either eat them or go starve and die yourself!" Cody's mouth hung agape in shock, and Lucavi suspected that there would be another empty spot at the dinner table tomorrow night as he sat back down.

After dinner, Lucavi placed his plate in the sink and thought over how to go about getting into Lucavi's room. It seemed like a challenge now, a new project - to get past that door. While his pursuits weren't usually as family-oriented, he felt that he at least deserved a glimpse of Lucien. On second thought, how had he not seen him yet? Either Lucien was quicker and quieter than he was at night, or the enigma simply never left his room at all. Either way, Luca was determined to at least catch a glimpse of him, and now found himself standing in front of his door.

What to do now? Could it be as simple as knocking? "No, that's too simple" he stood there thinking, not noticing that the greenish light flooding out from underneath the door and over his feet now flickered and turned an inviting, warm yellow. Suddenly, his mind was inexplicably changed, and he was, in fact, quite at ease with simply knocking on the door. And so he did, but not before considering simply opening the door and walking straight in.

"Hello?" Knock knock knock. "Lucien? Are you in there?"

"Come in."

"Err...come in?" It was way too easy!

"Or go away."

Lucavi liked him already. The straight forwardness was refreshing, especially in this house. Giving a shrug, he reached forward and turned the door knob before pushing the door open. His eyes met no great battle mage or maniacal wizard, as Lucavi had been expecting...nor did they meet anything else either. It was as if his vision had suddenly become cloudy just as he opened the door. To remedy this, he stepped into the room, blinking as he crossed the threshold. As his vision cleared everything simply seemed dark. It was hard to see whether or not there was anything in the room, let alone if there was even a room there at all.

"Hello?" he said again confusedly. Where had the green light gone? Did the mystery have no substance? He had expected to find creatures floating in jars, mountains of cryptic, ancient tomes, and crackling balls of electricity flying about, illuminating the room. Turning around to leave, he found himself facing a closed door - when had that happened? He reached out to open it, but just as his hand touched the door knob, something went whizzing and crackling past his shoulder, casting random, wild shadows across his face as he turned his head. Out of the corner of his eye alone he caught more than he could believe.

The room as now tinted green with the glow of many preserved creatures in jaws, some even still wriggling around in their solution. Ancient and forbidden looking books littered the floor, occasionally turning their pages on their own and rustling eerily. Numerous, colored balls of light circled the room as if orbiting a central figure, and, indeed, in the middle of them sat a teal haired boy with a rather twisted grin and cloudy, misleading eyes. Eyes that soon darted to Lucavi, although it was hard to tell exactly where he was looking.

"Welcome. Now, what did you want?" he asked pointedly in a sharp, smooth voice that made Lucavi forget the answer to the very question he had just been asked.

"Uhh - I, uh, just wanted to meet you," Lucavi managed to string together in response.

"Well, here I am. Is that all?"

"Umm...yes, I'll just leave now..." His hand shot back out towards the door knob, but Lucien spoke again before he could close his fingers around it, effectively freezing him.

"How can you leave when you never came in?" And suddenly, Lucavi felt his fingers closing around air. He blinked in surprise, and within that instant, it was all swept away, and Lucavi was left standing in the hallway, once again in front of the glowing door. "Thank you, test subject" the voice continued, just as clear as before, although obviously coming from behind the door now.

Lucavi stood there for a moment, his mind reeling on the brink of reality before he stomped on the floor to affirm that at least it was solid. A moment later, he realized that even the household, just as the wild beyond its walls, contained its own levels of power. The steps did not stop at the door, but merely ascended beyond his reach. Lucien was right - he had never entered the room, and he suspected that he never would be able to. That was the first time he had ever found himself being used as the test subject...he decided that he rather preferred conducting the tests himself.