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Jul 19, 2016 11:58:47 GMT -6
Post by KATHAROS MAVROSI on Jul 19, 2016 11:58:47 GMT -6
Katharos, Meeting, @open lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 830ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
The world will burn under the flames of their lord, the impurities of all mortals, beast, and spirit will be cleansed and only the pure may survive. The cult of Helios will rise again and their Lord of Flame will rise as the mighty Phoenix to lay waste upon their enemies and those who oppose them. Even if people oppose their ideas and belief, yet cause no ill-will they will still burn because there will be no oppression to a power that will show its dominance. Katharos Mavrosi has been the high priestess of the cult since the ancient Greek times as she was the one who created the idea, when her Lord came to her in her dreams and laid with her. Lord Helios wanted her to help cleanse the world of all those impure and find his champion that will deliver everyone from evil making the world worship Helios and his strength as the new god.
Katharos had been doing that very thing since she founded the Phoenix Order, trying to find the savior was a very daunting task, especially when the Greek empire fell and many of the cultists with it. At first the Phoenix Order was strong and held its grip on the people like an iron gauntlet, burning all those who were against them and leaving only those who worship Helios alive. Although, when Greece fell many people believed the Grecian divine had forsaken them, leaving them to die from the clutches of Roman cruelty. The Romans took over and converted many of the Grecian people, including the cultists of Helios, making them worship the Roman lord of the sun, Apollo, but Katharos was not so easily swayed to betray her lord.
Katharos continued her search in finding the savior of Helios, he was pure, a virgin, and died, yet lived underneath the sun’s embrace. The Red Lady had looked far and wide throughout Greece, before taking her journey to roam where she found her promised savior to be in a slave of the Roman Empire. Gladiators were fierce fighters, who fought for their freedom from Roman slavery, even though it was not guaranteed as it was only mere entertainment to the Roman nobles. Katharos actually connected with the Roman gladiators, she shared their pain as being held in torment of slavery, and she wanted to burn the entire Roman Legion and set free of the gladiators, but she had only one mission and her revenge will feast from that. Katharos watched Elijah Corvus, who fought fiercely, before being stabbed in the chest, and left for the dead as the arena erupted into a large roar. When Katharos looked at Elijah she saw something in him that sets him apart from everyone else, so she followed where the guards were keeping the fallen. Elijah say upon a slab where he would be examined by one of the doctors from Rome to check if he was actually dead, though Katharos got there in time to retrieve Elijah for herself.
The High Priestess saw that he was still alive, she sensed his soul was still clinging for life, and that told her that he was the one. He who lives after death, immediately, she had him removed, posing as the doctor/inspector, which didn’t last long as she had to tempt a soldier into letting leave. Katharos took Elijah to one of the abandoned temples to Helios, where there was a secret corridor, and laid him down on a table. The Red Lady began to perform her ritual, she used her necromantic abilities to bring back Elijah’s soul, when he died, then immediately after she had his body preserved, so when it was time for him to awake he would remain himself. Although, Katharos wasn’t able to see him awake as a Roman cavalry removed her from the temple and separated her from Elijah’s body as they were going to kill her when they were to arrive to the Roman city for treason of the Roman gods. Although, before they could get far Katharos used her abilities and burned the entire cavalry to the ground, she stepped out the fire, unburned and unscathed, before taking a horse and was off to find Elijah.
Sadly, to this day she has yet to find her promised savior, and many have risen since his absence, but Katharos knew them not to be the promised as each one died and never returned. Today, Katharos stood calmly in the Muir woods, still wearing her traditional red linens, and her jeweled choker around her neck. The moon was out and she could feel something was around her, watching her nearby, and she simplyawaited its presence, her eyes glowed red signaling her power was rising to defend herself.
Living in the Garden Of Evil
Credit to @emily
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▲ You don't get to run. You're a gladiator. They fight, then they wipe off the blood and fight again.
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Aug 31, 2016 8:29:44 GMT -6
Post by SKYLLA DROSSOS on Aug 31, 2016 8:29:44 GMT -6
it's me, myself, and i solo right until i die cause i got me for life she wasn't in the mood for fun tonight, or anything along those lines. her temper had been riled after that bloody vampire stood in between her and the girl. skylla had only wanted to help, and she definitely didn't want some vampire stepping in. however, step in he did, and she bowed out of the situation, returning to life as it should be, her life. more slaughtering of those who trespassed in her woods and hunting wildlife down for food.
the lycan had been out in the city recently, looking for jobs in the darker places of the city. in the cutthroat bars there was always a gang or a vengeful being who needed something done that they couldn't do themselves. through the money they provided she was able to buy more 'modern' clothing, of which she despised. there were too many layers, too much opulence.. too bothersome. so everything she bought was folded up and hidden away in a corner of her tent, far away from her most comfortable outfits, the leather and armor of her days long past. something about it was like actually wearing a second skin, so comfortable and familiar..
the fire of her camp was slowly rising, smoking drifting into the night sky as she cooked a rabbit on a spit over the fire. every once in a while she would turn the meat, stomach growling slightly at the smell. sure, she liked most food raw, but this was her treat every once in a while. as the meal cooked, she drew her sword, taking up the sharpening stone and getting to work. her sword was sharp enough to easily cut through flesh, and strong enough to take the blows she dished out, easily slicing through flesh and bone like a knife across fine silk. it was her shining pride and joy, next to the necklace of teeth around her neck, the only gift of her father and the only thing she had left to remember him by.
father had always been a strong, strict, and extremely violent man. he didn't let the cares of this world bother him for all he knew was the ring and all he craved was blood of his enemies, but skylla had seen the world through clear eyes. through eyes not completely blinded by bloodlust and rage. the corrupt world they had been forced to live in, the ring and all it's atrocities.. as slaves to nobles who commanded their every move. the woman supposed that had made them feel powerful without actually having to get down and dirty.
that what was really what angered her about the world.. laziness. unwilling to stand up and make oneself known, unwilling to act and destroy all who stood in your way. then again, she was looked down upon as old fashioned, as a relic of the past, and a criminal in these new times. She turned the rabbit over the spit once more, giving it a studying look before pulling it from over the fire to start digging in, tearing pieces off meat off it's body. the flesh was juicy and gamey, not too tough either. she'd caught a rather young rabbit, and it needed no seasonings.. either way she'd never been keen on seasonings, she was used to bland porridge and cold burned meat, or the flesh of the living, take your pick..
As she dug a hole to bury the remains of her meal, bones and such, something filled her nose with a smell other than cooked meat. her eyes immediately went to gold, and she finished burying her remains, taking up her breastplate, gauntlets, and sword. whatever had intruded upon her territory would be killed by the edge of her sword. underneath it all, she wore her typical clothes of the ring, a loose and ragged leather skirt for modesty and bandage bindings over her chest to pin her breasts down. she looked fearsome, and even more so under the light of the moon. the moon was on the cusp of being full, thankfully for whoever she was about to meet. as a lycan, she followed instinct and bloodlust, not caring about who she hurt or killed and definitely not waiting for answers or pleas. in the light of the moon stood a woman, dressed in the traditional garb of a Roman or Grecian, a jeweled choker about her neck. ancient nobility she had yet to kill off? no, the robes were too simple to be that of a noble.. commoner? priest? she was leaning more towards priest. the priests and commoners had always been kind to those of the ring, distributing decent food and wine to her and the other gladiators.. they worshipped them as heroes, and it had always humbled her. if so.. she would treat this woman with the greatest respect. it was only right.
she frowned as she came out into the light,eyes flickering gold in response to the woman's glowing red eyes, but her hands not resting on the hilt of her sword. "who are you?" she stated gruffly in the light of the moon, gaze never wavering. "i intend no harm, so do not fear me." then she snorted, a smirk coming across her face. "or attack me." There was silence for a moment, then she spoke one last time. "i am Skylla Drossos, daughter of Cerberus, and gladiator of the ring." she paused and frowned again. "not that there is much left of the Romans to give me the right to the title of the ring. which is good and well to me, i am glad the empire fell into ruin."
i don't need a hand to hold even when the night is cold tag: KATHAROS MAVROSI word count: 990-ish lyrics: me, myself, and i - g-eazy, bebe rexha clothes: @workingonit notes: hello there..
i got that fire in my soul
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