silverlucien

[silverlucien]

BODY LANGUAGE. Bold what applies + tag mutuals to do the same in a new post !

Defensiveness.

Arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth

Reflective.

Hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips, knitted brows

Suspicion.

Arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose

Confidence.

Hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo

Insecurity & anxiety.

Chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking /poor eye contact / tugging at pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer/marker/cane / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically

Frustration.

Short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing / clenching of jaw/grinding teeth / nostrils flaring /heavy exhales

tagged by: no one, just did it tagging ― whoever wants to do it!

#Mᴏᴏɴɢʟᴏᴡ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ [ Lucien ] #Iғ I ʙᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀɴɢs ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʀᴜɴ [ memes ] #dash games #headcanons

[silverlucien]

                    ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ  trust a  sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ                                         —————  not until you find out                                                             what they did                                                             to  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢  𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎

#Mᴏᴏɴɢʟᴏᴡ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ [ Lucien ] #Tʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ [ musings ] #and with this i leave for the night.... and maybe the rest of the week but yes xD

[silverlucien]

summerxmelodies‌:

Continued from [X]

She’d thought she’d seen the man being attacked, but when his attacker had fled she had to question everything. It hadn’t looked like a man had fled the scene. Frowning, she drew a step closer, eyes tracking to the blood staining the man’s hair.

“From where I’m standing it looks really bad,” she murmured, but didn’t immediately draw closer. Her instinct was to help the man, but his body language screamed that he wasn’t interested in her help. She didn’t think he’d hurt her; she wasn’t getting that sort of vibe from him. Instead, she felt as though he was trying to chase her off.

“What attacked you?” she pressed suddenly, looking after the thing that had run off. Had it been a dog? She was certain she’d seen a man hit him.

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    ALTHOUGH IT DOES seem like she realizes how he doesn't want her to come any closer, the lady evidently has no intention of just leaving. There is genuine worry in her eyes, and Lucien wishes she would be like those more selfish individuals that put their own safety before others. It was a cruel thing to think about but in a way, he's trying to save her from any future trouble if the attacker comes back to try and finish what was started, but with others instead of alone.

        ❝ It's just a cut, it's not bleeding anymore. ❞ He tries to assure as calmly as he can manage, waving at her question in a dismissive manner. ❝ It was—some animal. ❞ Being vague doesn't seem to be working, so he sighs and leans his head lower for her to see, showing her the area with blood. ❝ You can check yourself, probably can't even see the cut. ❞ And she won't because it's already healed but maybe seeing there's no life threatening wound will make her heed his warning and leave.

#it's alright yesyes i dont mind at all xP #thanks for continuing it! #summerxmelodies #v; way to dawn #threads #blood tw

[silverlucien]

lastxdragon‌:

PRIVATE ROLEPLAY: DO NOT REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT MY PARTNER.

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

A note had been left in her green room after the last show. Someone claimed to have knowledge of who sabotaged the plane. Knowledge of who killed Rhaegar. Daenerys had shown it to the band and to a one, the guys had wanted to join her at the meeting even though the note had indicated she should come alone. Daenerys had a week to think it over, but her mind had been made up right from the start. No doubt it was some kind of trap or trick, but the very idea that someone might finally have the information she needed was too great for her to resist. Daenerys would meet these people. If they tried to trick her, well, there would be new missing persons after their last show - a show that went off without a hitch, the roaring crowds begging them back onstage for three encores before Daenerys was able to slip away, leaving her bandmates to juggle the press and autographs.

The meeting would happen in the venue itself. Whomever had arranged it held enough clout to reserve one of the conference rooms at the back of the stadium during the same times as their sold-out show. After handing off her bass to her roadie, Daenerys slipped into the back hall and blinked - moving faster than the speed humans could perceive, she arrived at the door to the conference room unseen. She could smell them. Hear their heartbeats. Feel the thrumming pulse of their blood pushing through their veins. Each had a scent all their own, but one was… fogged. Something about that person was interfering with her ability to identify them. When Dany opened the door, every one of them stood, and her amethyst gaze lingered upon each slowly before she took a seat at the other end of the table. “You said you have information regarding the crash of my family’s jet,” Dany cut to the chase.

“We have a great deal of information that you might find very helpful, Ms. Stormborn, but there’s a price. You see, we represent a conglomerate of entities who work behind the lines to shape the future of the world and a woman of your… resources, prestige and intellect - well, we would consider it an honor if you would…” the dark haired man stated, looking surprised when she put her feet up on the table, her black boots scuffing the finish.

“I’m not interested in your timeshare. If you don’t have the information…”

One of the women, the foggy one, broke in. “This isn’t some kind of joke, Ms. Stormborn. The people we work for guard the world against true evil. We really must INSIST that you…”

“Ah, but true evil is, above all, seductive and I’m afraid none of you are quite hitting the mark. So, unless you produce something that corroborates your claims, I have better things to do with my time,” Daenerys purred dangerously, her tongue gliding under the point of her fangs. She FELT them tense, heard the quickening of their heartbeats, and her gaze glinted when the door to the room simply shattered into pieces. Dany threw up a hand to shield her head as a massive silver-white beast leapt on one of the others and the scent of blood erupted into the air. For a split second, Daenerys almost blinked away, but there was something about this beast, it’s heartbeat was steadier than most animals and it had come through the door. What was very evident was - it wasn’t attacking her.

One woman snarled at her and, for the first time since arriving in the room, Dany’s heart skipped a beat. It’s not over, Daenerys. Her gaze widened when the two women simply disappeared. They weren’t vampires, she would have smelled them, but what - what could do this? Confusion warred with a tremor of fear, but Dany didn’t have time to consider it fully before the beast growled and began to move towards her, shifting as it did, transforming into a young man with silver hair that rivaled her own. Daenerys stood now, her lips parted as she considered what had happened, almost entirely ignoring his rough demands. “WHAT the actual fuck are you? WHO are you?” she countered swiftly, her chin tipping up as she considered draining him.

“You interrupted before I could discover those answers. Quite rudely, I might add. Is this your normal mode of operating? Kill everyone then prod their corpses for answers? If it isn’t abundantly clear to you by now, the only two who might have answered my questions and yours just… just… disappeared and if I had any idea where they might have gone, I wouldn’t be wasting my time with you,” Dany sighed, her hands on her hips.

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    THE RISK OF LOOSING yet another lead without even trying to act, was too great. Lucien is careful and calculated, thinking ahead in steps and he knows very well that to skip one of them could have dire consequences—And yet, that's exactly what he did right then. Were this any other situation, he would've decided on the route that's most likely to succeed but it was FEAR ( or something quite kin to it ) that compelled him to act so rashly. A witch and a siren are powerful opponents, and the only way for him to win was to surprise them so that is what he attempts to do but on attacking one, the other had the chance of countering. Maybe if he had a pack, or at least a companion, things would've been different but as the witch throws him with telekinetic force against the wall—He knew it was over. Does not mean, however, that he will give up; too stubborn to go down without fighting. It's not even a matter of pride, he doesn't really care for that.

The two other supernaturals do not waste time in making their escape because the siren was wounded and without proper attention, she could bleed out. That they left without killing him can only mean she is either too valuable or that they simply did not want to kill him either. Regardless of the reason, Lucien is FURIOUS and his anger is an aura that envelopes the transforming lycan—but there is a frantic sense of panic beneath that makes him shift his attention on the vampire. The worry that he would again loose this lead, that he will waste another year or two in search of another chance that might not come close to this one that was ruined with his recklessness ( born of fright ); made him loose the temper that was already not hard for the male to do so in the first place. It's after his raging demands that the woman counters with confused ones of her own, and the expression on her features ( a mixture of anger and surprise—shock, perhaps ) finally dawns on him. She wasn't afraid, more like defiant but also maybe freaked out by all that just happened—That or she's very skilled at faking.

With a frustrated growl, a fist lands violently lands against the nearby wall, the crunching of plywood resounding from the blow, all a part of his attempt to collect himself. The vampire female is right, if only he'd stay hidden for longer and eavesdropped into the conversation, he might've learned more—they both would have. That thought has him blink, the full meaning of her words sinking in because if true, then it means she's as ignorant to whatever the witch and siren wanted as he is. ❝ Fuck. ❞ Lucien curses under his breath, shaking his head with a defeated sigh escaping his lips before he focuses his moonlit gaze back on the woman. ❝ I messed up, I should've... ❞ Her amethyst eyes still hold that confusion and his sentence hangs, tilting his head slightly to the side in curiosity.  

        ❝ Wait, you asked what I am. You don't know? ❞ The lycan male's gaze narrows as he approaches her again, inhaling her scent that reeks of undead, which leaves absolutely no place for doubt that she is  a vampire but is unaware of what he is, despite being supernatural herself. Was she turned recently? ❝ I'm a lycan, and you're a vampire... That's probably why they sought you out. Didn't you know what they were? ❞ Now this is a turn of events, and it only brings more questions into the equation rather than answers. Before he could ask anything else, however, the sound of quick foot steps reach his ears and he knows in a minute or two, others will come in and he cannot let them see him. Lifting an arm to where the door used to be, he lowers his voice but knows she will hear his words none the less.

        ❝ Tell them to stand down, and I can answer your questions... If you have them try to capture me, I will get out of this place and you might not see me again. Choice is yours. ❞ Lucien states while his eyes glow and his body once more shifts from man to beast, taking the form of the oversized silver-white wolf. With a low, whimpering noise, he comes to stand beside the vampire with his muzzle lowered, as near as she would allow to give the impression that he wasn't attacking her in any way to those who'd come barging in any moment now.

#me: this one will be shorter yep #also me: ....why do i even bother xD #EHEHEHEHEHEHHE am exciteeeeddd for this i love dany's sarcasm xDD #lastxdragon #v; way to dawn #threads #nudity tw #blood tw #long post cw

[silverlucien]

houndicide‌:

❝ yeah yeah, and i’m Dianne Wiest.  ❞     he snorts, words muttered through his cigarette.     he’d happened upon the other not by chance,   canine kind had a way of finding one another.       their Lord was especially receptive to the call of such beings.

❝ relax. & stop touching, you might as well be straight up injecting infection into that thing.            you breathers always seem to be in such a rush to die, honestly.              you got it good, i got a chest full of rot and skin colder than sin.   it isn’t fun to be deceased.     ❞       

 he doesn’t even flinch at the wound.     a creature of war, he was.       he’d seen much filth and death and decay.         ❝      that thing will eat at you if you don’t let me help. i’m … ❞      Tass huffs, unsure of how to explain,  ❝ ... somewhat of an expert.            my kind and your kind are a kind alike.   i live up the way, i can sort it out for you.        but if you’d rather self treat by the side of this sketchy road, then have fun passing out and being cannibalised by the nearby gas station owners.   ❞ 

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    AS A LYCAN, SCENT is the strongest sense and the one he relies most and this man's is right between strange and familiar—How is that possible, Lucien doesn't know. Even though the unknown should give him cause for alarm, to trigger that survival sense of self-preservation, it only evokes a wariness that is quite uncharacteristic of him. Which seems to begin fading when the other starts to speak, letting it clear that he doesn't believe a single word. It was almost comical how the silver haired man pulled his hand right away when the other tells him to do so, eyes narrowing a fraction. The stinging burn of the poison makes the wound throb with a dull pain but, one that will surely get worst if left untreated. But the spit fire of words that the stranger shoots his way leave him momentarily speechless—Yet another unlikely thing to occur for him.

        ❝ The gas station own—How—Who are you? ❞ The supernatural kind, no doubt obviously, but what exactly? However, the man with the rather particular appearance and scent is right—to treat himself here will surely lead to some kind of infection. That would mean a hospital visit that he really can't do. Shoulders visibly relax in a defeated gesture, a hesitant ( and reluctant ) nod of his head given. ❝ ...I suppose I don't have an option. Lead the way. ❞

#laskjdflasdf sorry for taking a while yes #but thank you so much for continuing! #houndicide #v; way to dawn #threads #blood tw #and feel free to move him if necessary yep

[silverlucien]

little-wclf‌:

Lucien knew the basis of what her family history was but he did not know the inner thoughts of her mind nor the feelings in her heart, by nature she was wary it was almost entertaining the similarities she held to a wolf itself. Willow on the other hand knew nothing pertaining to his past  nor did she try and pry to find out; it wasn’t her place to do so considering they had not known the other long —all she knew was he came here looking for the truth, but something told her the truth he was seeking had to do with the past. The woman only slightly gazes at the other when he voices a blank response but she says nothing of it, perhaps much like her he was attempting to hide whatever emotions and thoughts plagued him. “Faith?” She asks while still looking up above them that was a term she rarely thought about nor was she even sure she had such a thing, if she did it was taken from her long ago.

“I’m not sure I really believe much in faith.” Shifting her legs come to stretch out in front of her as she leans back with her arms behind her supporting her frame. As always when he speaks her attention solely focuses on him as if there was nobody else in the world —again those questions stir around in her mind in why or how he has such an effect on her but they are quickly pushed away and instead she focuses on his words. Even in such a plain tone she finds his voice both calming and soothing and it makes her body fill with warmth; a sense of ease coming over her and her heart skips a beat at the sensations. 

A curious look takes shape upon her features as she turns her head to look at him now truthfully she wished to know where he formed these opinions and thoughts, or rather what it was he experienced. There is an overwhelming curiosity to get to know him and better familiarize herself with the male but, she convinces herself it’s just simply because he is a stranger to her  —a stranger that for whatever reason smells delightful to her. “That’s an interesting way to look at it.” Golden eyes remain looking to him as she speaks as if something was compelling her to do so, there was no denying the male was attractive perhaps more than any other she came into contact with. Clearing her throat she manages to tear her gaze away looking back out to the dim glow of lights in the nearby town, remaining silent she tilts her head causing golden brown locks to tumble over shoulder. “Sometimes.” If she never discovered the truth of her lineage she never would have came back here, to Romania.

Despite her real mother being killed she was given a mother in the form of her aunt who always loved her as a daughter instead of a niece. “Perhaps I was always meant to be here in Romania, if I didn’t find out the truth I never would have returned home.” A small hint of sorrow is laced in her voice as she speaks though her gaze remains in front of her. “My mother was killed yet I was given another mother, who has done so much for me and loved me unconditionally.” Willows shoulders lift in a small shrug as a small smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth “Maybe there is a reason life brought me here, a reason I haven’t discovered yet…”

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    AFTER SAYING HIS piece, the silver haired man's gaze returns to the starlit sky but his attention is still completely on his female companion. He can almost hear the gears turning in her mind when considering his words, but he wonders if she's deconstructing them to figure out the meaning behind his words and what they have to do with his own secrets—Or simply trying to amply them to her own situation. What he knows of Willow's family history is in great part only because it's so very similar to other stories of pure lycans, how they've been persecuted to DEATH. Although the manner in which it happens does vary, the result is ultimately the same. Another part of the male is wondering if, she were anyone else who doesn't ignite this intense curiosity and magnetism, would he even care? Most likely not, because to do so would entail letting himself be distracted from his determination to find out the truth, and avenge his twin sister.

        ❝ That's faith. To believe in some invisible purpose or destiny is to have faith that it will come to happen, one way or another. ❞ Lucien states his own belief, shifting so now his bent leg is stretched out, letting out a sigh before he lays back on the roof, using an arm as cushion to prop his head up.  ❝ A truth that is now making you question so many things, one that you're struggling with--hence why you’re here on the roof. ❞ It doesn't take a genius to know that whatever she is thinking about, must revolve around her family and all that she is no longer ignorant of. But despite not agreeing with her reasoning, the lycan male doesn't try to dissuade her away from it either. Glancing back to the woman, a pause follows her voiced thoughts before he asks, ❝ What if whatever that reason is, only makes it worst for you? Would you still want to find out? ❞

It's a question that he hopes she will answer truthfully, because it could grant him more insight as to what kind of person Willow really is. And as of late, she's been occupying his thoughts too frequently, something that he knows will not change ( probably only get worst ) until he discovers what it is that he finds so attractive in her. It's not just her lovely appearance, with those beautiful golden eyes and lips that he's thought of kissing more times than he would like to admit; it's something MORE that keeps gnawing and distracting him. ❝ The reason I came here has nothing to do with you and still, here we are. The one thing that us meeting has done for me is just make me curious about you... Which I have to say, is rather distracting. ❞

#EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE i can sense some flirting coming on xDD #little wclf #littlewclf #v; way to dawn #threads

[silverlucien]

ooc;

                     Hello everyone! Even though it’s in the rules that I do disappear a lot, and randomly, just wanted to pop by and say that I’ll be slowly doing things over here tonight, since I owe a couple of things and the like. Want to say hello and welcome to the new followers, feel free to approach on IM for plots and interactions, and hope that everyone is doing great! 

#yes slowly cuz even as i am here typing this ofc have to leave computer to do things #but yes i am determined to do them today #and probably again disappear for the week for gaming and drawing and the like xD #ooc

[silverlucien]

Lucien edits ( wolf ) 5/??

#Mᴏᴏɴɢʟᴏᴡ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ [ Lucien ] #Aɴᴅ ɪғ I sᴇᴇᴍ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ [ gallery ] #lucien edits #...i should do a tag for his edits or something but naaaahhhhh #just go with the lucien edits and done xD #and i think with this imma retire for today cuz it's friday and it time for the gaming #along with the usual busy things of the day with bby boy

[silverlucien]

" don't move, you're bleeding. "

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    WHEN THE STRANGER approached, all of his attention was fixated on the other rather than the wound he just sustained. The sensation that washed over the lycan male was compelling, even though he could not fathom exactly what it was in the first place—It was a familiarity of sorts, one that beckoned for him to stay and heed the other’s very presence. The words divert Lucien’s focus again to the burning gash on his side, blood coating his palm when he removes it to try and better inspect the wound, and the distinct stench of wolfsbane is swift to invade his nostrils. It should’ve healed by then but the presence of the poison-like herb for those of his kind will significantly slow the process until the wound is cleaned, and whatever made it into his blood stream has passed out his system. All of it means that he's vulnerable, and such thought quickly triggers a WARINESS born of self-preservation inside the man.

        ❝ It’s not so bad, I just have to clean the wound. ❞ Lucien attempts to feign a collected, casual tone in hopes that it would dissuade the so particular stranger from staying behind to help.

#read all your links and saw that Tassos has sway over all canine creatures and he's a lycan so part of him is canine so yes xD #hope it is ok! and thanks for sending! #houndicide #Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ sᴡᴏʀᴅ [ asks ]

[silverlucien]

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

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    THIS TIME, A RATHER LOUD groan rumbles in the back of Lucien’s throat when Daenerys informs the bullet is still inside him. Usually, these kind of wounds wouldn’t pose a problem to the lycan's superior healing capabilities but the fact that the wound is yet to heal can only mean one thing. They were prepared for him this time.

        ❝ It's silver– ❞ The male states between clenched teeth, grunting in discomfort as he shifts. ❝ You have to take it out so my body can heal. ❞

#IT IS DIRECT AND SHORT be proud of me xD #lastxdragon #Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ sᴡᴏʀᴅ [ asks ]

[silverlucien]

          you’ve got a   𝓵 𝓲 𝓰 𝓱 𝓽   in your eyes                   (  or is it just the  ＤＡＲＫＮＥＳＳ  in disguise ?  )

#Mᴏᴏɴɢʟᴏᴡ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ [ Lucien ] #Tʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ [ musings ]

[silverlucien]

                             ❝  VENGEANCE ɪs ᴍɪɴᴇ;                                                                 I ᴡɪʟʟ REPAY  ❞

                                        Independent Lycan Original Character RP blog                                                                               as written by Tati

#i was gonna try and do the rest of the asks at least before bed but... yeah best leave them for tomorrow if i can #cant guarantee i will be here much but yes #thank you for the interest in my lycan bby yesyes #always feel free to approach on IM and i'll get to it whenever i can #self promo

[silverlucien]

WHAT SHAPE DOES YOUR PAIN TAKE?

tagged by: No one, just wanted to do it tagging: whoever wants to do it!

A Picture

A picture. A single image reminding you of someone or something you've lost, something you don't want to live without. You can't seem to move on, to accept life has changed, to live again. You're trapped in the picture, in the past. Maybe this was a lost family member or friend, maybe this was a sickness that isn't going away, maybe this was sinking into depression. But you can't help but remember how life was before, how life after will never be the same, and can't help but feel that nothing in the future will be able to fill the hole the past left. Nothing lasts forever... Right?

#THE ACCURACY BAM #Iғ I ʙᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀɴɢs ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʀᴜɴ [ memes ] #i should do a tag for dash games but yeah nah #headcanons: lucien #Tʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ [ musings ]

[silverlucien]

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#Mᴏᴏɴɢʟᴏᴡ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ [ Lucien ] #Iғ I ᴀᴍ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ I ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀs [ Willow ] #yes it is them yep #Aɴᴅ ɪғ I sᴇᴇᴍ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ [ gallery ]

[silverlucien]

your blog's great and your writing is so good !

[ Awwww thank youuuuu sooo much for taking the time to send this yesyes, so happy it’s enjoyed 💕]

#kjasdlkfjaslkdfa I always appreciate these tiny things so very much yesyes thank youuu #Anonymous #Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ sᴡᴏʀᴅ [ asks ] #Nᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟʏᴄᴀɴ ʙᴜᴛ I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴜᴘᴘɪᴇs [ ooc ]

[silverlucien]

Closed Starter || @lastxdragon

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    BEING IN SUCH LARGE crowds was always an overwhelming sensory assault of scents and sounds and it's precisely why he doesn't mingle in them for too long. In this particular one, the dominating smells and stenches were sweat, booze and smoke from cigarettes and weed alike. This time around, Lucien is forced to make an exception to attend a concert of a rather renowned band, because one of its members he's certain has something to do with the group he's determined to find. Purchasing the backstage VIP ticket, he and a small pick of people were guaranteed a meeting with the band members but it's not why he spent the couple of hundred dollars in the first place. A pass gives him closer access without alerting security. Once the concert was over and asking the right questions, the small group were informed of how Baby Dragon ( the person of interest ) was to meet with some important people before joining the rest of the band and the VIP guests for pictures and autographs. All it took was excusing himself to use the bathroom, being escorted by a security guard that he easily baited into stepping inside to the empty lavatories just to knock him out cold and hide the unconscious body.

Exiting after making certain the aisle was empty in that moment by listening from inside the bathroom, he focused his senses of hearing and scent to search for anything unusual. A stench that he's known before that can only belong to a vampire is the first to reach sensitive nostrils and with a direction to fix his attention in, the sound of murmured and muffled words followed. Walking towards them, both grew stronger until he reached a corner and he could discern another set of scents as well—Supernatural, a witch and a siren. A powerful and DANGEROUS duo. There was half a thought to reconsider his intentions because no matter the experience or the power he also possesses as a lycan, those two can pose a high threat; and that's without adding the presence of the vampire as well. That one, however, he's less worried about and more curious as to why and what they want with the rockstar. Could they be seeking to recruit her into their ranks or FORCE her into it? Is that why a witch and a siren are there now? Another voice accompanied by hurried steps that approach from behind, pulls the male out of his thoughts and he knows he must act NOW. There was no time to weigh better the options and he'd rather not risk wasting this one chance, the closest he's been in so long, due to some moment of HESITATION.

Not even bothering to rid himself of his clothes first, Lucien's eyes come alive with moon glow and his body transforms from man to beast. A transition that was first excruciatingly painful to experience has become almost seamless with the passing of the years, and the countless shifts that came with them. Letting out a loud snarling growl, the oversized silver-white furred wolf lunges at the door and it comes crashing down from the force of the blow. Letting animalistic instinct take over, the lycan pounces on one of the occupants inside, the siren who's too stunned to move out of the way in time or try to defend herself as strong jaws close on her shoulder. Easily tearing into the flesh, he can taste the blood in his mouth and hear the dislocating of joints under the scream that escapes the female who falls to the floor. With the intent to KILL, the wolf loosens the hold only to aim on the neck next, gaping maw ready to strike right before he is violently tossed against a nearby wall by some invisible force when the witch flicks her hand in his direction. A whimper is heard from the impact and the witch quickly crouches next to the wounded siren, glaring at the vampire female.

        ❝ It's not over, Daenerys. ❞ The witch declares before whispering unintelligible words and the pair disappear in a sudden glow of light that's gone in the blink of an eye. Recovering from the blow, the wolf jumps into the flashing light but it was already too late, and he simply landed on fore and hind legs at the other side of the room. Growling, he shakes his muzzle in frustration knowing there's no way to follow a scent that way, so he focuses his anger on the vampire that stayed behind. Transforming into a man once more in the middle of his approach to the undead woman, the RAGE is palpable, emanating from him in waves. ❝ What did they want?! ❞ He demands between clenched teeth, tousled silver locks of hair framing his features that if one is to look closely enough, can make out the hint of pain and even sorrow upon them. Lucien really didn't care for his completely nude state in that moment. ❝ Why where they here? Where did they go?! ❞

#it could've been longer we know that but I TRIED TO KEEP IT AS SHORT AS POSSIBLE OK #Hope it ok xP and ofc feel free to add whatever you want; have dany attack him or say something or push him or whatever you want really #lastxdragon #v; way to dawn #closed starter #long post cw #nudity tw #mature content tw #violence tw #blood tw #gore tw #A ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘʟᴀʏ [ nsfw ] #not smut but it nsfw still so yes gotta use the tag

[silverlucien]

'Whose blood is that?'

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    THE VISIBLE STIFFENING of his shoulders isn’t due to her presence—He’d become aware of Willow’s approach about half a mile away before she stood behind him now. There had been no need for Lucien to shift into his wolf form to deal with the threat of the two idiots who thought he was a lost tourist, branding him instantly an easy target to rob. It was their MISTAKE but the lycan made sure they became aware of how big it was, taking the slightest pleasure in breaking their noses and see them cough while they choked in their own blood. It’s not the first nor will it be the last time he does so but now that she is there, it feels like he ought to be ashamed for enjoying how he inflicted pain as a means of punishment on others—only because he was caught by her after. Sighing, the silver haired man doesn’t even try to hide the stains of dark crimson on his shirt and knuckles when turning to face the female.

        ❝ Not mine, if that’s what you’re worried about. I let them run away. ❞ Lucien informs in a somewhat casual tone, knowing that if the two attackers belong to some gang or criminal group, it could mean he’ll be visited in the future as an attempt for payback. But if that does happen, then he’ll just have to get rid of them permanently—Maybe saving future lives by doing so as well.

#idk that is what came out ok it seems it one of those things that changed in this verse too xD #little wclf #Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ sᴡᴏʀᴅ [ asks ] #v; way to dawn