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Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op do jan 18, 2018 9:36 pm


The dark was his friend. It had always been that way, even when he had still been living and breathing he had found a certain kind of peace under the darkened sky. Forgetting the thousand eyes on him when the sun would be up. The night would always shield him away from those eyes and judgements.

Ofcourse all the judgement had been justified. Back then they should've have judged him even more. Perhaps even hang him for his tendencies instead of letting the man live on for long enough to sell himself to the devil. But humans weren't all that smart, they proved that time and time again.

And now. All those years later. Darkess was still his best friend and only real companion. Sure, he had his lord and he had Ayana as his workingpartners. And in a certain way he had a bond with both King Larethian and King Thriumph But even if those 'people' came as close to actual friends as it could get, none would protect him as the night could do.

Protection.. He had never thought about needing it. The man was a giant, a living monster in size, shape and mind. But yet he felt the need for some off sort of protection that only the moon could give him. The entire thought alone made him smirk. The big scary Achilles. Known throughout the underworld as a topdog of their monsterous kind wanting to be protected. Heh, if only someone would find out about that, it would ruin his reputation.

Oh wait, he didn't give a fuck about reputation. Right.

-Lestat first

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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op do jan 18, 2018 10:03 pm

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Since Lestat had always lived close by water, he did love to be there. Being a vampire mad you immortal, but it made you also sense all the things mortals didn't. Like the smell of the sea, he'd never experienced it in the way he did as a vampire. Which was for seventy-two years now. It still felt rather intense. As a vampire he appreciated all the small things in the world much better than he used to do as a mortal. It didn't make him a good person, though. No. Lestat was the cause of many deaths in Rhoynar. All those mysterious, inexpiable deaths. He enjoyed it.

Who is this murderer? Where does he live? How does he do it?

Lestat ripped the throats apart, or sliced it open before he was going to drink, so that it wasn't clear that it was a vampire bite. The blonde vampire wasn't waiting for a Vampire Hunt. And at times, when it came close to that, Lestat would leave Brightwater Keep, or whichever place he used to be at that moment, to let the suspicions drift away. The manor where Lestat lived was relatively unknown and he wanted to keep it that way, although his impulsiveness did not help at all.

Lestat had left Brightwater Keep for now and wandered around at the border with Nymmerwell. The moon reflected in the sea and lighted his surroundings. It was a rather magnificent view and he enjoyed it, until he sensed something. A presence, to be exact. He went for it and then the man came into the picture. Another vampire, for what he could see. He knew the other vampire would have sensed his presence as well, so Lestat stayed where he was.



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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op do jan 18, 2018 10:19 pm


It had been noticed by him for quite some time already that he wasn't entirely alone. Normally people wouldn't come this way. Nymmerwell was a dangerous place to be in and especially for someone who did not know the land. It could be a maze in which you would be lost forever. Or perhaps a deathtrap with dangerous creatures luring around the corner, ready to snuf out whatever miserable life you could have.

Ofcourse, he wasn't talking about a mortal here. The scent was obvious enough. One of the dead man walking was here. A vampire like him. Though less interesting than mortals it was still quite a suprise to find a vampire here as well. Maybe looking for an easy meal. Maybe seeking solitude just like him. It didn't really mather either way. Achilles had already made up his mind.

He normally would ignore those other immortal monsters of the night, only caring about Avanti and Ayana who were in a way higher position than him. But he was in a playfull mood and when Achilles wanted to play

He would find a playmate.

So in silence he crawled closer to the blonde haired man. His white eyes the only thing giving him away in the shadows. A wicked grin crossing his lips grabbing onto a overhanging branch and leaning out from the woods to stare at the man. "My my. Lestat is it not. You're a long way from home my great moviestar." He smirked staring at the man. He had made a job out of it to learn about the other vampires and someone as lame as Lestat was certainly someone he could not forget quickly. Dressed to impress and always in the spotlight. Dancing and playing in front of mortals. A true laughingstock even under the undead. If there was one person Achilles could not stand, it was someone who sold himself off for those lesser than him. It was simply disgusting and he didn't feel all that shy to tell the boy that.

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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op vr jan 19, 2018 12:38 am

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Of course Lestat knew about the vampire Achilles. Not much, but he knew him. He was older, way older then Lestat was. And he belonged in the Cult of Avanti. Lestat was not so familiar with the cult, but he knew about them and knew that the leader was probably the eldest vampire among them all. Lestat was aware that he didn't want them as his enemy, but he definitely did not fear them. The blonde vampire also knew that many vampires saw him as a Brat Prince. Since he dressed like a Prince, lived like a Prince and acted like one, in addition to the fact that he was an actor. His role as an actor was meant to be a way of getting his meal, to stay hidden among humans and other mortal creatures. In the eyes of others, he was just a joke, a Brat Prince. And Lestat did not care at all.

So, when Achilles approached him, Lestat only lifted a thick blonde eyebrow. He suspected that Lestat would be the entertainment for Achilles tonight. The first thing that was remarkable about Achilles were his pale white eyes. It almost seemed like they were giving light and Lestat felt rather touched by them, the beauty of those eyes. The blonde vampire did not stare in them for to long. The big weakness of Lestat might be the beauty of things, taking his eyes for example. The words Achilles spoke ruined the whole beauty of it all. Lestat smirked. "Moviestar," he repeated. "That's something different, I though 'Brat Prince' was what others called me," he continued with a touch of self-mockery. "So, how is the great Achlles doing?" Lestad asked rather sensational, glancing right in those white eyes. Both vampires had exceptional eye colors, as the eyes of Lestat had a pale violet colour.



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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op ma jan 22, 2018 2:55 pm


His white eyes focussed on the man in front of him. For the cult and especially for Achilles these kind of vampires were nothing more than roaches. Filthy beasts smudging the good name of the monsterous beasts they were supposed to be.

One day, a long long time ago, there was only the cult. They were grand monsters that ruled over all below them. Existing out of hundreds of pure bred and truely trained beasts. But there were those who did not believe in Avanti's leadership and left the cult. Some survived, others were found by the cult and tortured. But most importantly, those who did survive broke the holy rule. They started creating vampires on their own. Where before only Avanti was allowed to select and create. This led to a whole bunch of idiots with superhuman powers but the brain of an baked bean. Lestat was one of them.

He was a baby in the old standards. Even if Achilles hadn't been born a vampire under the great years he had still been made what he was by the king of kings. The one standing next to the devil himself. He was a chosen warrior of the night.

Lestat, Lestat was a weak example of what too much power with too little brain could do to a human being. He saw himself as a prince. As a perfect thing because no one would hold a mirror up to him. It was normally not the task of Achilles to hunt down and destroy other vampires. It was a fight the cult had given up on. Not being able to handle the pure idioticy from most of those who called themselves kin of all vampires.

Yet in these kinds of moments, a fool standing straight before him, he could not help feeling his fingertips tingle with the desire to strangle the life out of the brat. "I care little for what others call you, as no one is as good with making up nicknames as I am. He chuckled dark moving forwards towards the long haired man. Inspecting the tiny boy from head to toe. "Are you sure you want to be asking those kinds of questions? You may not like the answer.."

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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op wo jan 31, 2018 3:40 am

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The cult. Lestat did not know much about them, but who did? They were as secretive as any kind of elite with power, like kings and queens. Lestat respected them, but also despised them. They saw themselves as superiors under the vampire. The better vampires, the perfect vampires. Only because they were older? Because they had each other? Because they had a leader? Lestat did not care much, if they let him be. But now one of those cultists stood right before him. Lestat was rather fascinated by his presence. By his looks, be the way he moved. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he wondered, whether he could learn something from him. This vampire was way older then he was and had more experiences. And isn’t that what life was all about? Learning?

But then, Lestat wouldn’t feed his ego. If something was stupid, utterly dump about those vampires, it was that they believed to be the superior monsters. The pure breeds, the true beasts. Sure, they were powerful and Lestat would never underestimate them. But their egos were so big, you just had to play along with it and it was all about the effect of surpise. They weren’t invincible, if they believed so. These vampires were blinded by it and judged only on what they saw, not on what they knew, they didn’t even try to. What was to know about Lestat? The blonde vampire was so much more than what he had just shown. But then again, it was all about surprises.

“Oh sure, I’ll give you that. That nickname is original,” he replied. Not for long, though. He was kinda done with being the star of the play. He would end, soon enough. And he would make it magnificent. He stayed where he was when the big vampire came closer. He surveyed him and he made himself well aware of his surroundings. “My curiosity will probably get me killed, but yes, of course I want to know,” he then said, still staying where he was standing with all his senses on sharp. He meant what he’d said and it was true.



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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op zo feb 11, 2018 6:30 pm


His white eyes found those of Lestat. A darkened gaze turning into a certain kind of.. hunger. While the grin spread across his lips unsheathing his line of white teeth which looked razorsharp in the dim lighting.

Achilles had lived for many, many years already. Had seen wars raging on, had felt the burning pain of love and had felt the bloody sting of defeat. He had enjoyed himself more than once, and had lived multiple lives throughout the years. Been a nice boy, been a absolute monster. Followed his master and had rebelled against the devil in human form.

In all his years however, he had never, ever, been mistaken for what he truly was. And if anyone even dared to think that he was any less of the monsterous creature that he was, they would surely soon find out about his real nature.

Lestat came dangerously close to wanting to play the big boys game. And he would not like that game, no one ever did because most of them ended up with bodyparts on different parts of their body.

Making Achilles think, how would his cock look comming out from his own mouth. Maybe then He'd finally have the balls to act like a big boy. Or he'd be dead. Either way the process would be inmensly funny to Achilles.

"Well shiny boy I am doing marvelous. Want to know why as well?" He asked teasing his little route to make the vampire thrall fall into the endless pit of nightmare that Achilles was beginning to form for him.

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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op ma feb 12, 2018 2:23 am

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There were more reasons for Lestat to despise the cult. It wasn’t only because of their arrogance. Lestat was rather arrogant himself. It was also the fact that they were stronger, older and more dangerous than he was. They had lived a hundred of lives. As a mortal Lestat could still have been alive at this very moment. Achilles would have died a hundred times repeatedly. This was also the moment that he realized that he was being utterly dump. He was talking to a Vampire who belonged to the cult, who saw a Vampire like Lestat as filth. A Vampire Achilles would gladly kill him, one vampire less to pollute their monstrous name. That was the exact reason why Lestat spited those Vampires. It was rather ironic, since he was ‘immortal.’ But what did immortality mean when there were always creatures which were stronger and had a way to wipe them of the face of the earth. Immortality was an illusion. Though, ‘killing’ a vampire was possible, you just had to find out how it was done.

His maker, Magnus, had killed himself. He had burnt himself to ashes and left Lestat to figure out his new life on his own. So, dying permanently was possible for an immortal vampire. Yes, immortality was just an illusion.

It was something Lestat resented, being weak, being outmatched and feeling this way. Discomfort, uncertainty, some kind of fear, flowed through his body like a poison that had entered his veins. With those feelings came anger, hatred and spite. Not necessarily towards Achilles, but toward himself too. But he tried to hide those feelings, tried keeping to sustain his mask strong. The way Achilles grinned, how his facial expression changed didn’t help and that was the moment that Achilles might have spotted a flicker of those feelings in his eyes. He backed away one step, but he kept playing the game along.

‘Shiny boy.’ Lestat rolled his eyes and snorted when Achilled had called him that. He raised one eyebrow, “glad to hear that you’re doing marvelous,” he reacted, ignoring his comment. “I wouldn’t mind hearing your reason, so if you feel like telling it, do as you wish,” he continued, narrowing his eyes a bit while keeping his distance. It was true that Lestat was interested in Achilles ‘reason of doing marvelous,’ but since there was a possibility that Lestat would die at the end of his telling, he wasn’t that sure that he wanted to hear it. It was rather wise to fear those Vampires of the Cult, stay away from them, despite how much he hated to fear.



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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op ma feb 12, 2018 9:48 pm


All his life Achilles had been trained. He started off in a army during his 'real' years. Learning how to kill, butcher even at the command of an unknown king for unknown reasons. It shouldn't matter to him. He did not fight for honor or duty. He fought and killed because he had been ordered to do so. Raising his insanity and bloodlust to an level that even in his normal everyday life he could not go without inflicting he pain on others around him. Weirdly enough animals had never been the ones to get hurt by his tendencies. No it was always only focussed on humans. they could fight back. They could plea for their lives. That had been fun. An animal would only wimper and crawl away. It wouldn't be half as fun to kill a dog as it would be to kill a child.

This had been one of the many reasons that led up to him selling of his mortality and soul in trade of unlimited power and superhuman abilities. The only catch was to lead another king. This time with obvious wants and needs. A monsterous king who would destroy the world if he was given even half a chance fo this. And suddenly the mindless killing for a king turned into killing for a ruler who showed that he loved the killing. Not someone who hid away on a throne only to be seen at great thriupmhs or losses. No his king, his lord and master was right besides them as they spilled blood everywhere they went.

It was a great pleasure and privilege to serve under a monster so well known. So feared and yet so respected.

Lestat dared to take it even one step further. Really did not know where to end his horrible life himself and seemed to give full reigns towards Achilles. Making the dark haired vampire smile in gratitude. "Well I am currently trying to redecorate my house and I am seriously wondering. What would look better. Your head as a lampshade or your skin as window covers?" Almost purring he stepped another step towards the man knacking his fingers before stretching out making himself ready as he also cracked his neck. twisting it just a little bit more than humanly possible.

"You know what, I could also do both!"

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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op wo feb 14, 2018 12:50 am

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Lestat has never been a healthy man. Just think about the fact that he had dreamed about killing his father and brothers when he was a mortal, a young mortal. He had told his mother about it. The tension had grown strong and Lestat had ran away several times. It was his mother who’d convinced him every time to come back. The last time she’d sold all her jewelry, to buy him hunting gear, horses and dogs for hunting. Dispite his hatred toward his family, he provided them an income with the hunting. But it was not the income for which he had hunted. He had done it to be busy, to kill, to feel satisfied. But he’d never felt satisfied.

Until his lover Nicolas had come into his life. With him he’d left home for good. That time he’d felt satisfied, until Magnus had set his eyes on him. Lestat was an artist at that time and just before he had to perform he’d seen Nicolas for the last time. After his performance he was kidnapped by Magnus, that night he was made into a Vampire, against his will. Everything was done against his will.

It had taken several days until he felt comfortable with Magnus. And another number of days later he started to love the vampire who’d abused and forced him. He felt satisfied with life, with Magnus. A few days later Magnus had taken his own immortal life and Lestat was left to figure out his new nature all by himself.

And now he was who he was, a trouble maker, arrogant, a murderer, a kidnapper, a joker. Whether he was happy? Whether this was all a mask? That was all just the question.

One thing was for sure. He hated being weak, he hated to fear. That was precisely the situation he was finding himself in, right at this very moment.
He should not have responded to Achilles' question. Lestat narrowed his eyes and when Achilles replied to his answer, he started to plan to get away from here. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But since I’m quite attached to my head and skin, I’d like to keep it myself.” He was keeping his mask on, assuming Achilles was a man who liked to play with his prey, which would give him time to make the perfect plan to leave. Lestat waved his hand, “let's spend this meeting differently, such as looking for a wonderful mortal and enjoying it.” He took a few steps away from Achilles, as if he was already planning to go searching for a meal. He laughed. “My head and skin wouldn’t add any value to your furniture, I’m sure about that.”



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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op zo apr 01, 2018 10:56 pm


The artist hadn't taken him very serious up to that point. And even if he said he did it wasn't very confincing. The cult needed a reputation to uphold. Dealing with pesky little vampires who felt like the world was theirs was a excelent way of maintaining that reputation.

They felt no fear to destroy others like them. They bore no shame in spilling undead blood. Rather, they enjoyed it. The sensation was unlike any other. Killing something that was in one way never supposed to be killed but in the other. Didn't even deserve to be as 'alive' as they were at that point. Avanti did not agree with these savages. These beasts running wild and destroying the good name of the cult.

So why would Achilles. A lawfull. Goodhearted member of Avanti's army let a rogue boy who thought he was the star of this whole show go. Let him live for what, a few more miserable years. He would never hit the century mark. Humans always seemed to find a way to destroy them before they did.

"Oh but you see my dear sparkling friend." He smirks as he trew a arm around him. Pulling the, for him, tiny vampire against his broad shoulder. "Sharing is caring. And I would very much like you to share some of that deliciously taken care of skin. How often do you cream it? Every night. It looks just like a babies back bottom." He smirked his sharpened teeth wide as he leaned over to him. "And believe me, I've seen quite a few of those. Babies do always seem to taste the best. Even though they got the littlest amount of blood in them. They are like a fine.. well not really wine. They aren't aged after all." He laughed pulling his arm back and slamming it into the other vampires back to make him stumble forward.

"After centuries and centuries of humans. They taste so awfully boring to me. No. I have aquired the taste for undead far more recently. And you look like you could be on the menu."

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Re: Here lies Dobby, a free elf

op zo apr 01, 2018 11:25 pm





Groen ei

Dierenliefhebbers zullen heel erg blij zijn met dit ei, maar het kan ook voor problemen zorgen wanneer deze geopend wordt! Bekijk hieronder gauw wat het ei voor jullie zal onthullen.

De lucht kleurt oranje en donkerrode wolken stapelen zich op boven jullie. Waaruit duizenden insecten zich op jullie neer storten. Is het een oase, een hersenspinsel of stijgt de alcohol naar jullie hoofd?




















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