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camellia-thea · 11 months

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For the asking game for Dove, here’s some custom ones to follow on from number 19 in other ask I did: What are times when she has given into frenzy? What different kinds of frenzy has she succumbed to? What happened, and how did she feel about it afterwards? (originally 19 was How does your OC behave when enraged)

gracious storyteller <3 thank you for dealing with my obsession

this is about a vampire the masquerade character, and as such has some warnings -- hunting (a living human being, by a vampire), predatory behaviour, violence. there is reference to offscreen domestic violence

dove snarls. fangs in her mouth, oblivion swirling at her feet.

the man on the ground scrambles back, but she's advancing quicker than he can move. his eyes dart around, but there is no where to go; stuck in a farmhouse outside of palmerston north of all places with a demon above him. his back meets the wall, and she steps between his legs.

well done, little mouse.

her beast speaks with the voice of her sire, but she doesn't hear it fully, focused on the meal beneath her.

he's still scrabbling on the ground, kicking out at her, and the chuckle that draws from her is throaty and feral.

she's a sight; slight and pale, but almost built from shadows, sculpted from contrasts, with teeth bared. she looks inhuman, otherworldly, but not in the way one might think of when they hear vampire. no, she looks wrong. uncanny, sickly, and now, hungry.

the room is a mess. when she first caught him, he'd tried to throw the table at her, underestimating her speed. she'd thrown him hard enough to hear a snap.

her eyes catch the light as she ducks down to kneel over his waist, one hand on the wall, another catching his chin.

don't end it so quickly, toy with him... just a little

and she does; teeth over his pulse, even as he shakes. it's not really a bite, not to feed. just enough to draw blood and pull it over her teeth. the beast is there, urging her to bite, to hurt, to tear, but she holds back. she pulls away so he can see his blood on her teeth, her chin.

run.

the word is sharp, as she hisses it into his ear. and she's off him, standing dead still. he manages to scramble upright and throw himself towards the door.

she counts.

ten

he fumbles with the door, his hands not cooperating.

nine

it slams with a bang, and he's throwing himself from her sight.

eight

her beast is purring in her head, resting over her shoulder

seven

telling her to ruin him

six

because how dare he look like him.

five

the one who bound her

four

and he'd hit her.

three

it was enough to sentence him to death.

two

or worse

one

game over.

and she tosses herself after him.

she has no super speed, no super strength, but the shadows wind around her feet, bleed into her, and she becomes them.

he's running towards the empty, unlit road, the isolation of rural farmland working in dove's favor.

she catches him in moments, sends him flying into a bed of shadows. as if they are alive, they pull him in, the cold death of it all. he succumbs, the struggle bleeding out of him.

and finally

dove feasts

#''dove'' [redacted]#feather answers #feather speaks #welcome to me writing this in the most obnoxious way possible #forgive the... liberal use of noncanon disciplines #i am famously bad at taking a prompt and grabbing a part of it #then twisting it so much it no longer resembles what it originally was #and then not actually answering any part of the original question <3 #sorry but hey -- this is fun #oh also this is unedited and i can barely keep my eyes open so the quality is... dubious

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camellia-thea · 10 months

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For the ask game to fuel your writings about Dove

5, 6, 7, 17, 23, 28, 34

You said go ham go ham I have gone

:eyes::eyes::eyes:

thank you, oh gracious storyteller. i'm not even going to check how long this will be before i put in a cut

i went for some low hanging fruit here, i won't lie, but i also think they fit so.

tw: references to vampire typical stuff; blood, murder, death. religious themes (a verse that has been turned into something for vampires)

5. what is a specific, defining physical feature that they have?

dove looks ill, after her embrace. it's something that she doesn't find out immediately. it's a mortal, a kine who tells her first.

"i don't mean to be rude but... you look really unwell, can i get you anything?"

dove wrinkles her nose. "i'm fine, thank you." her voice is cold.

"really, it's no problem if you need a seat or anything--"

"i am fine." the words are almost spat, and she realises how hungry she is. using blush of life took enough out of her that the beast is resting closeby.

she turns to the man, "actually..."

he looks so eager to help.

he only remembers her asking for a drink. a full glass of water is left on the shop's counter after she leaves.

she still doesn't know what she looks like.

6. what quality do they like the most about themselves?

dove is a survivor, she knows. it sings in her vitae, look how far we've come.

she'd been bright, as a mortal, ready and willing to take the world and make it yield. exactly what she needed to deal with the hell of law school.

then it meant she caught attention, her domitor offering the internship in person. it meant that she clawed her way through each task, handled tasks day and night, and fought to the top.

it's what drew her sire to her, she thinks. that she made it, she had the drive, the instinct to fight tooth and nail until the world submitted under her.

it's what got her away from him, the knowledge of herself, her limitations, she's a planner, a thinker, a fighter

a survivor.

7. what quality do they like the least about themselves?

there is a part of her, one that she shoves deep down, that still cares. still cares how others see her, still cares about those she left behind, so long ago.

he lives up the road. she looks just like lynette. so clearly her grandchild. and he is so clearly her son.

dove's nephew is her only connection to who she was, someone she hates and loves in equal measure. there's a part of her... a part that wants to let them die, and another that desperately wants to reveal itself to them both.

she never will; she's smarter than that. but the pair remind her of the morals she once had. the parts that have been torn away by years of servitude and callousness.

she hates that they make her feel human.

17. when were they the most angry that they’ve ever been?

it takes just over nine months for the bond to break, and then, dove is furious.

how dare he?

how dare he come into her life, make things fall to pieces around her, murder her, and then leave?

he left her, let her run, and God had she wanted to run, wanted to flee to the hills because she knew she wasn't safe-- yet

but now she's free, for the first time in sixteen years, she knows her thoughts are all her own, no misguided love or devotion to beings who do not care whether she lives or dies.

she's furious, furious at everything around her, and it feels so good to be angry at them both. so good to be take the table in her living room and break it. the speaker on the side smashes too, and so she breaks its pair.

a whirlwind of angry destruction, promise of retribution; hell hath no fury and all;

she's powerful

and yet--

she's dead.

23. when do they feel the most beautiful?

exquisite

28. what is something that helps to comfort them?

dove prays. a habit drilled into her by her mother, now twisted into something that fits her new self. it sings in her blood, calls through oblivion to her, she wakes with it on her tongue.

we are children of the night, not children of the day. we are of the night, and of the darkness. therefore let us not sleep as do others, but let us watch. for those that sleep, sleep in the night, and we that feast, feast in the night.

34. pick a character that they know. what is something that they do that your character finds charming/endearing?

dove admires amara's dedication to its art. beauty is a mindset she was told once, long ago. seeing amara reminds her of the words, said teasingly, as another woman caught dove's chin to paint her lips red.

amara knows that eyes are on them, as they move through elysium. the way it moves can only be described as swanning between people. the looks he gets are equally spread between horror and awe, and dove realises that amara probably revels in both equally.

dove finds herself firmly planted in the latter, the way the tzimisce moves is almost predatory, but graceful in a way that owned the room better than any rose or ventrue could dream.

that's not to mention the dress, the way she speaks about her art, the comments about the sea. amara is fascinating, in a way that draws dove in like the light of the anglerfish they are admiring.

#feather speaks #feather answers #''dove'' [redacted]#vtm #vtm lasombra #i swore i was gonna shunt that verse in somehow because it slaps and i was right #amara my beloved

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