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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 12:15 pm
He hadn’t wanted to stop and when Grendel pulled away he had to stop himself momentarily from reaching out and pulling him back. However the look in his eyes sent a small shiver down Ravnos’ spine. He had been with many people but the way Grendel looked at him was different. Sure they all listed for him, but Grendel was lusting for him.
The sudden change in venue left him just a bit dizzy but as soon as the familiar view of the wagon cleared he blinked. Well that was certainly easier than walking. He wasn’t sure if he could have waited the amount of time it would have taken them to walk back anyhow.
So he was kind of grateful for the quick departure and arrival.
When Grendel fell forward though he was there to catch him. A small frown on his lips. He had never seen the God fall like that. He always seemed so….sturdy. He allowed himself to be pulled towards the beaded curtain and what lay beyond. “I couldn’t agree more.” He rumbled.
First things were first.
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They had spent hours with each other before Ravnos finally was able to drift to sleep for the day.
Again Ravnos didn’t dream but his consciousness ran through memories. But every time a terrible part of the memory was about to begin a vision of Grendel would interject itself. As if his mind we’re trying to project something good into the anger, terror or just plain horribleness.
Maybe he had found something good in this undead unlife.
This time he woke up not long after the sun had set. Eyes opening half way he still felt a bit exhausted from his and Grendel’s foray. His arms and shoulders were a bit sore but nothing he couldn’t deal with. Licking his lips he could still taste him lingering there.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 1:16 pm
It had been many long years since the God had indulged himself like this, and it was almost as though he were trying to make up for the lost time. None of the flings of his past were even mildly comparable. He found himself lying awake while Ravnos slept, thinking about and quietly reliving those moments over and over. Eventually, he rose and quietly moved from the bed to the sitting area, summoning himself a drink. He was feeling better than he had been, more like himself and less depleted. When he sat down, he closed his eyes and searched. Searched for signs of his sister, but found nothing. Searched for signs of his Father, for any sense that the God of Vampires had awakened. Nothing. Relief filled him then, though with one small regret. His mother was the only one of his family he could stand, and she would be with Caine, wherever he slumbered. At his point, he presumed it was somewhere deep within the bowels of Caine's temple, a place that Grendel would not go near, not even projected from afar. He opened his eyes and sipped on his drink. There was little else he could do until the daylight waned and darkness cast a heavy shadow over Faetasia. Eventually, he heard and felt the vampire Disciple in the next room awaken. Smiling to himself, he leaned back in his chair and spoke, a lightness in his tone that had been mostly absent until now. "Good evening, Dracian. Did you sleep well?" He ought to have. The God had seen to it that he would be completely worn out.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 1:31 pm
Finally he sat up on the edge of the bed. Part of him was sad that the moment last night had ended but the urge to sleep was something he could not fight. There had been a few times where he fell asleep out in public before he had rescued wherever he had been staying. Though he had been lucky to find a box or a drainage pipe to crawl into.
It seemed though that Grendel took much pleasure in using his true name. But he didn’t mind. It was nice to have someone close who used it. Though it has become rather foreign to him over the centuries. Ravnos had a reputation attached to it, Dracian did not.
He didn’t bother pulling on shirt so he stepped through tue beaded curtain out into the main area merely in slacks. Rolling his neck and giving his shoulders a small stretch. A smirk coming to his lips as he acknowledged the God sitting there. “I did. Of course….I had good reason to sleep well if might recall.” Ravnos moved closer to Grendel, leaning over him before locking lips with him for a brief moment before pulling away. A stirring in his being craved more but there was time for that later.
With a flick of his wrist Ravnos produced a book in his hand. “Crusnik hm. It’s probably best if we learn all we can about them and perhaps track down the most recent sightings. Or well I suppose killings would be easier.” Flipping open the book he scrunched his nose. “We may need to take a trip to Sil’Ilos’ library. That Tremere gets super wet for any and all info or books of occult or rare information. I haven’t spoken to her in a long time though. I honestly don’t even know if she is still alive but if anyone has information I’d them it would be her.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “And no I’ve never slept with her.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 2:50 pm
Grendel's eyes raked over Ravnos's frame appreciatively, having spent the better part of the past evening exploring every part he could touch, over and over again. It was much nicer now, letting go of that rigidity that he had been holding onto for so long. He no longer needed to hide how he felt, or even wonder if the feelings were reciprocated. If they weren't then Ravnos was the best actor he had ever encountered. The Disciple approached, and when he leaned down for a kiss Grendel had to fight the urge to pull him down into his lap for more. He knew that once he started, he was not going to want to stop, and then they would get nothing else accomplished. Instead, he kept his hands safely planted on the arms of his chair, enjoying the kiss for the brief moment that it lasted, and only looking a little disappointed when it ended. He busied himself by refilling his drink and listened as Ravnos spoke. "I admit I know very little of them." He shrugged his shoulders, "So long as they are able to be killed, if it is a Crusnik, I will deal with it, or them, swiftly.""Sil'Ilos." He repeated, the name rolling off of his tongue. It was a familiar one. He snorted into his cup then, and peered up at Ravnos, "So you are saying she is not an insipid bimbo." A pause, while it dawned on him what he had just implied, and how that could be related to himself. "I am not an insipid bimbo."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 3:19 pm
Ravnos could act. But what was exchanged between the two of them, no, he was not acting on his part. Still, part of him wondered if the blood he had taken from Grendel had somehow pushed all those feelings to the forefront. Made them more intense. When Grendel looked at him all the hairs on his arms felt like they were standing at attention. As well as other things. Ahem.
“That’s the thing. No one really knows much about them. I’ve heard whispers about them every now and again but the encounters were so rare that no one really took it seriously. I assume.” He continued to flip through the book for a moment, licking his thumb to help turn the pages.
A wide grin spread across Ravnos’ face at Grendel’s comment and then his back peddle. “Well you are certainly the sexiest bimbo I’ve had in my bed.” Snapping the book shut this time he walked over to the book shelf and replaced it instead of just wrist flicking it back.
“I guess luckily for us Sil has doors all over Hemlock for reaching her library. Also lucky is I know how to use them.” The Tremere was possessive of her treasures and used some serious magic to conceal them. Ravnos doubted even Grendel could magic them to it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 4:14 pm
The vampire God muttered something mostly incoherent under his breath, taking a sip of his drink as he did so. He would let the comment about being a bimbo of any kind slide for now, simply because he was in too good of a mood to do anything else about it, regardless of whether or not he had brought it upon himself. He finished his second...or was it the third?... Drink of the morning and stood up, running his fingers through his hair which had come undone at some point during the antics the night before, and rolling his shoulders. He was definitely feeling stronger today, a good sign that whatever had made him feel faint before had passed. "What would I do without you?" Grendel smiled. "Now, how do we get to this door? Can I just..?" He made a sort of flourish with his hand. Apparently, that was his way of saying "Use my deus-ex machine god magic to get us there."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 4:34 pm
“I don’t know but certainly not what went on last night.” He gave him a quick wink before heading back to the bedroom to grab a shirt and run his claws through his dark hair. Bedroom hair should stay in the bedroom.
Returning to the main room he shook his head. “Unfortunately Sil has many tricks up her sleeves to keep Gods from just popping in whenever they want. We have to find one of the doors first then offer it a gift before it will let us pass. They are living doors and sometimes can be very particular in what they will accept. But it shouldn’t be too hard to get through.” He was amused by the hand gesture and grinned. “Tremere, especially Sil, are such a pain in the a**. She never makes it easy.”
Ravnos grabbed a couple other bracelets and rings from a dish on a shelf. He exchanged them with the ones he was already wearing. To the untrained eye they would look like simple baubles but these had certain special properties and the Disciple was pretty sure they would need them.
Where he got these things was another story. The obvious answer was he cheated their original owners out of them or just outright stole them. “Come on it’s a bit of a hike to the nearest one from here. Unless you just want to….” He imitated Grendel’s hand motion “…us there.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 6:29 pm
Since Ravnos was getting dressed (sigh), Grendel figured he should probably do the same. While the disciple busied himself in the bedroom, the young God tried to recall if he had taken his clothes off on the way to the bed, or if he had simply *poofed* them out of existence. He did recall being in a bit of a hurry, whichever the case may be. Well, no mind. He could easily make new ones, and he did, conjuring them directly onto his body while slicking his hair back into its long braid once more. He watched curiously as Ravnos switched out some rings and bracelets, wondering idly what their significance might be. He moved closer and reached for the Disciples hand, running a thumb across his fingers. "The sooner we get there, the sooner we get what we're looking for, the sooner we get back here and...." He pulled the vampire towards him, stealing himself a kiss for the road. "We can see how long I can keep you awake for, this time." He murmured against his ear before drawing away again. "Just tell me where."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 6:53 pm
Ravnos caught the curious look that Grendel had as he changed out his jewelry. “In case you are wondering yes there are traps. Luckily for me I have accrue a fair amount of items that will help me out in case I happen to stumble upon one.” He grinned. “Although this time I also have a God with me so it shouldn’t be too hard.”
When he took his hand Ravnos twined his fingers woth Grendel’s. Enjoying the kiss of course. Who wouldn’t? And he was reminded just what those lips could do. A tongly sensation ran up his spine and he almost wanted to just call the whole thing off and do it another day.
But such would not be the case. He had to stay focused. Sil was a tricky b***h.
“Hmmm a foal worth working towards.” Ravnos went to a collection of wooden tubes and pulled one out. He opened it and out came a rolled up piece of paper. He spread it out on the table. “Easier to show you.” It was a map of the city. Pointing a clawed finger at a particular point on the map. “Here.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 7:06 pm
"I thought you might approve." Grendel grinned, giving the hand he held a gentle squeeze. Meanwhile, he was also considering what the Disciple had said about traps. Considering it was even questionable that the God could use his own magic in this place that they were going, it did make him feel a little uneasy, more for Ravnos than for himself. But he would trust him in this, just as he had trusted him so far. He followed Ravnos to where he kept his maps and looked to where he pointed. That was easy enough to do. Just like before in the alleyway, there was a sound like wind, the wagon rocked, and in a split second, everything changed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 7:36 pm
The Disciple wasn’t sure he would ever get used to traveling this way. Walking was nice, you could enjoy the scenery. Grendel’s magic was quicker though. And at least it could get you where you wanted to go if you were in a hurry. Which he very well could be if the God kept up with all the kisses and touching.
He swayed for a second as they emerged onto the cobblestone street. The night lamps were burning and the air was crisp. The smells of mortals and cooking things filled the air.
Glancing around he waited until his vision focused and he got his bearings.
This area had changed quite a bit since the last time he was here. And he hoped the door still remained. Grasping a Grendel by the hand he lead him a ways down the street. Here it seemed much darker and foreboding but that didn’t bother him at all. The ambiance was meant to keep mortals from sniffing around by instilling a sense of fear.
“Ah ha!” It was still there.
Ravnos moved towards a wooden door that didn’t necessarily look out of place but it was in an odd area. Releasing Grendel’s hand he ran his fingers over its wet, wooden surface. It shimmered momentarily. “Good. Now we just need to wake it up.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 9:27 pm
Grendel offered a steadying hand to the Disciple as he saw him sway, his eyes glittering in the light from the lamps. He looked around the cobblestone street, not sure exactly what type of door they were looking for, but thinking he would probably recognize a magical door when he saw one. He felt Ravnos's hand slide into his and he was suddenly being pulled along. Apparently, he hadn't quite hit the mark, but they were close, as Ravnos stopped them in a place where the light seemed to have been swallowed up whole. He moved towards the door, tilting his head at it curiously. He had no idea how to work it, beyond the fact that it was a door and he should have just been able to open it like one. He reached out and placed a hand on it, exercising a bit of force with a pulsing surge of power. Had Ravnos told him that wouldn't work? Maybe. Maybe he also hadn't been paying much attention.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 9:36 pm
He watched silently for a moment while Grendel tried to force his way in with his magic. When that wasn’t working he cleared his throat and removed the God’s hand from the door.
Reaching up he knocked three times. The final knock seemed to echo up and down the street and the world around them stood still. Suddenly two large, red eyes opened on the surface of the door. Along with a wide mouth, sharp teeth protruding from beneath fat, gray lips. The door narrowed its eyes at the two standing before it. “My mistress is not here. LEAVE.”
Ravnos thumbed his nose at the door. “We are guests of Sil’Ilos and demand passage.”
The door looked thoughtful. Giving Ravnos a glare. “Then you must offer a gift.”
Using one claw Ravnos sliced open his arm. Blood flowed down his forearm, staining the cuff of his shirt red. Taking two fingers her dipped them into his blood and then began to mark symbols upon the door’s surface. When he was done the door shuddered in ecstasy before there was a click sound and it swung open.
“Tremere and their blood magic.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 10:42 pm
The God was feeling more than a little exasperated when Ravnos removed his hand from the door. He didn't like feeling useless in any situation, especially one that involved magic. He may have rolled his eyes when the Disciple knocked on the door, and he crossed his arms over his chest in impatience. So. The door talked. Neat trick. Grendel was being very quickly reminded of why he found the Tremere so unsavoury. From what he could recall, his dad wasn't a very big fan of them, either. When Ravnos cut open his arm, Grendel let out a hiss of breath, his arms dropping immediately. He could smell it in the air, and there was a part of him, a very predatory part, that wanted it all for himself. If it was possible to be jealous of a door, at this moment, Grendel was. He wanted to tear it off of its hinges and throw it into the sun. He wanted to punch it in its stupid, fat face. With some effort, he managed not to do either of those things. Gritting his teeth, he simply nodded, and moved forward to go inside. yayoi I make weird posts when I'm tired
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 10:59 pm
The cut in his arm healed quickly. He wouldn’t be feeling the effects of blood loss that was for sure. He had fed quite well and even after feeding on some of Grendel’s blood he didn’t feel the need to feed as much.
A side effect?
The hallway behind the door was dark and lit with torches that flared to life as they entered. But luckily it was a rather short hallway and soon they were both standing in what could only be described as a stadium sized library. Books line the walls from floor to ceiling and there were many, many levels.
Ravnos sucked in a breath. It had been a long time since the last time he was here and Sil must have been busy.
“Welcome to Sil’Ilos’ library. If there is any place we can find some info on the Crusniks it’s got to be here.”
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