▲ Power is only given to those who are prepared to lower themselves to pick it up
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Post by VIDAR BYSTROM on May 7, 2016 11:03:33 GMT -6
mental holocaust, battle never ends the time had come. frankly, this moment had been felt in his bones for some time now. it hadn’t been long since he’d taken over the reign in san francisco –a few years at most- but the city had been uneasy for some time. as the supernatural world and their influences swelled around him, he merely observed. for years, he and his pack had been relatively quiet, just like the calm before the storm. but it was time. it was time for war. with kato’s treason and the aurics at his backdoor, there was truly no better time.
vidar was a loyal man, having been so because of the pack nature that ran through his veins. yet he was losing control…not of his city per say or his pack(though some would disagree), but instead of his mind. whereas he’d always lived to serve the birch family in their regality, he made no mention to them of his intentions in the city. they would know soon enough, when world traveled to them of his lycan victory. though they were likely to find anger within themselves for his lack of communication, the alpha had convinced himself he’d make them proud in the end. after all, what lycan king wouldn’t be happy with the heads of the vampire council gifted to them? and that was only the start. first it would be the vampires. perhaps after…the grand coven? anyone who stood in the way of the supreme race, the wolves, were subject to execution. after all, this was war.
poloma had prepared a magnificent feast of flesh and blood, honoring her hosts. and as it was served at the table before the fourteen or so chairs, the alpha stood to address his pack. “feast. for each of you will need your strength. tonight we dine side by side as brethren. tomorrow we shall fight side by side as brothers in arms. we shall find victory or we shall find the gates of valhalla!” a series of cheers and grunts erupted around him before he seated himself, feasting among his people. iseline had made her excitement for the events quite clear to him and who was he to stop her? he’d rather have her nowhere than at his side. in fact, he expected it…just as he expected his son and brother and other kin to be there as well.
it was dawn by the time their talk of tactics and bloodshed finally ceased, sending each of the wolves away to rest. but the morning had found him wide awake. the adrenaline that coursed through his veins prevented his eyes from closing and his mind from resting, though the king appeared eerily calm. he lie awake next to his queen, who had curled up at his side yet no move he made, not until dusk had nearly come upon them.
the moments between the previous day and the current one were a blur. the next thing he recalled was his own face in the mirror, staring at the yellow eyes that daunted him. his adrenaline had provoked them, causing his usual brown ones to fade away and replace him with haunting ones. vidar dipped his fingertips into the chalice of blood before him, smearing it in patterns over his face that would bring honor to him from the gods. and again, memory escaped him...for the next thing he knew, he was at the queen mary with his pack behind him.
they waited at the edge of the dock at dawn, waiting until the sun fell and the vampires would rise. vidar remained in human form, as did his fellow beasts, at least until darkness would completely fall upon them. he paced like an animal, shouting different rants of encouragement to them. in the crowd he saw his wife and son, his brother and best friend - all people who were to make him proud. any normal person would have begged them to stay home, for their protection. but he was a lycan and furthermore, a viking. he was made proud by their allegiance to the cause.
the excited murmurs quieted down as vidar's voice rang across the dockside, loud enough for all to hear. he cared not if he woke the vampires within nor if mortals caught his words. this was a proclamation. "we pray to odin, the great father for guidance...we pray to thor for strength...we pray to freya for wisdom. we ask that the valkyries pass over us but if we are so chosen, we shall meet hel gratefully in niflheim!" the shouts of encouragement errupted once more and he did nothing to stop them. instead, the alpha stood at the front of his pack, watching the sun sink beyond the horizon line. soon, blood would be shed. WORDS: 800ish || TAGGED: @open crap, but let it begin template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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▲ May Thor Strike You Dead.
Married to Vidar
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May 8, 2016 17:28:30 GMT -6
Post by ISELINE BYSTROM on May 8, 2016 17:28:30 GMT -6
Iseline, Meeting, VIDAR BYSTROM lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – beep words - 1300ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
Everyday Iseline thinks about the days of Ragnarok, the fate of the gods, also known to be the apocalypse of all the worlds. Every Viking child was told of this day, Iseline could remember sitting at a fire, while listening to her father tell the old tale. The gods will go to war with the primordial giants, and fight their final battle. The Nirns have already written the prophecy of the gods as the all-father, Odin, will fall to the resurrected fangs of Fenrir, Thor will die to Jormungand, the world serpent, and many more will fall with them after that. Ragnarok is the biggest war, hopefully, that the world will never know, but all Viking borne die for Valhalla to fight again on the days of Ragnarok. Nobody knows when Ragnarok will come about, or what it would look like, but Iseline believes that the fate of the gods will soon be foretold.
The moment Vidar and the pack set ashore on San Francisco there has been a tense and overwhelming feeling. There were already strong influences present throughout the city, namely the vampires and their council. The Birch family wanted to apply pressure on the vampires, by sending the Bystroms, the vampires felt threatened by the sudden presence of a large Lycan pack; which caused an uneasiness that was way passed its boiling point. Vidar has been the most patient as it is like him to watch from afar, allowing time to show his true options. Iseline wouldn’t have waited as long as he did simply because she will jump at the first sign of trouble, but circumstances are different. There was a bad apple within the bunch, and Vidar knew it to be Kato. There was only a matter of time before he was going to make his move against Vidar and the rest of the pack, but it didn’t surprise either Iseline or Vidar when he did have the balls to do it. Kato has been a problem since day one, he couldn’t understand and didn’t try to comprehend the true meaning of an alpha because he didn’t want to bow down to Vidar, so he tried to be less compliant. Demoting him to omega was only a sign of courtesy because he had a chance to do what was right, but the raging bitterness inside him was too great and Iseline could not wait to remove his head from his body.
Kato, a now known enemy, the Aurics and the vampires are stirring up, time has aligned itself with all the nine worlds, so it was safe to say that Ragnarok was coming. Iseline stood by Vidar’s side in every journey that the gods have destined them to part-take in. The both of them have seen it all and they have seen each other at their best and at their worst, so Ragnar’s current mood didn’t go unnoticed. Iseline and Vidar have been able to read each other a lot easier since they were mortals, becoming Lycans have brought a whole new level of understanding to each other, and another level of love and loyalty. Iseline knows her husband, she knows when he is going through something, especially when times like these are so daunting. Making the order to storm the Aurics was a bold decision because it was without the approval of the Birch family, the Original wolf pack. A dangerous decision that will affect them all, but Iseline placed her hand on Vidar’s chest and told him she believed in his judgement, and was ready to fight by his side, even if it was the last time. War was destined to happen, whether it was orchestrated by the Bystroms or not. Lycans making the first move gave them momentum that will prove to be unwavering.
Within their home on Alcatraz, Iseline sat at the long table in the dining hall as she awaited Poloma to serve and the rest of the pack. The Grand Feast, a custom that the Vikings do before going off to war, which stems from the story of Odin and his chosen fallen eating their fill the night before going off to war on Ragnarok. Doing this feast was believed to bring good luck and victory in battle. Iseline listened to Vidar as he gave his oration on the ordeal, and afterwards she too joined the cheers of excitement for a great victory. Iseline stood from her chair to stand next to Vidar, showing how much she loved that, and she was forever loyal to him. Aksel is also her world, and she is proud that he had become a man as she could remember him as a small lad wanting to pick up his father’s blade. Together as a family, they will fight this war, and if one of them were to die, then they shall not mourn for long because they know that their soul will reach the gates of Valhalla, and sip mead with Odin.
When the feast was over, the pack was sent to a much need rest. Before bed, Iseline has some of her hand-maidens braid her golden hair, so that it wouldn’t be in her way in battle on the next day. When the girls were done, Iseline sent them off for bed, but not without a prayer to great Freyja for protection and strength. By the time she was ready for bed Vidar was already lying there staring up to the ceiling, Iseline crawled onto the bed as she kept her eyes on her husband, and she could only guess what was eating away at him. She laid next to Vidar, placing her head on his chest as she spoke to him,” Try to sleep my husband, tomorrow is not yet, and it is only now you have a chance to rest.” Slowly after, Iseline began to fade away as sleep began to claim her too. The last thing she heard before going to sleep was the beating heart of Vidar, and an even fainter one within her.
Upon waking up, Iseline quickly moved from her bed, her mind already set for war. She found Vidar facing his mirror applying his war markings from his chalice of blood. Iseline also went to face her mirror to look at her face, and already she could see the hunger for blood in her eyes. Carefully, she dabbed two fingers in her chalice of blood, trailing her fingers on her warm skin watching the red blood stain her chin all the way down to her neck. She also traced the rune symbol of Freyja on both sides of her cheeks, hoping that her goddess will empower her and protect her from death, but if it was her time she would face it with courage. Before getting up to leave, she spoke a prayer to Freyja for mores strength and perseverance, though when she finished she heard a faint beating heart. Iseline rubbed her stomach, but then the scent of a mortal ran through her nose, and she just figured it was Poloma coming their way, signaling that it was time. Quickly, Iseline left out with Vidar to meet with the others.
Not long after, Iseline was standing at Vidar’s side, before the dock of the Queen Mary. Vidar paced back and forth as he spoke his encouragement to their people. Iseline’s eyes burned their golden hues as her lycan side was itching to break free from inside her. Slowly the sun began to set and darkness was going to swallow the world around them, leaving only the glowing gold eyes of Lycans left for the world to see. Soon the smell of vampires will feel the air, causing an angry snarl to escape Iseline’s voice as well as her claws unsheathing, preparing to rip and tear at any vampire around her.
Living in the Garden Of Evil
Credit to @emily
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May 27, 2016 10:46:24 GMT -6
Post by ENYO on May 27, 2016 10:46:24 GMT -6
Enyo , Meeting, VIDAR BYSTROM lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 1270ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
The Amazons were bred for war, they were made to kill and defeat the enemy threat of the Lycans, making sure that the vampire species would remain on top. Enyo and her three other sisters of war were bloodthirsty for Lycan blood, they will kill endlessly until they are slain themselves, but it is better to assume that they won’t go down without bringing a bunch of others with them. The Amazons are not afraid of death, matter of fact they welcome it as a natural occurrence that would one day take them too, so if death was there for them the Amazons would not object. Enyo, the most blood thirsty of the Amazons, will not go down unless she brought Lycans down with her, she hates the Lycans the most and would love to see them all burn. Enyo and her sister rule the Spartan tribe of the Babylonians because of their heritage in Spartan Culture they train their people just like the Spartans trained their men. The Spartan Babylonians were smart, brutal, and loyal to the cause of killing Lycans for the Vampire Council, protecting them from any threat.
The grand scheme of the Amazon project was to protect the Council and the Lockwoods from onslaught attacks, but the Council did more than make vampires as they had the help of necromancers to make them better, or different. The Lockwoods said that wanted protection, so the Council gave them that protection, but dark magic is not something to entirely trust. Indeed, the Vampire Council succeed in creating the perfect weapons, but they failed in understanding how deadly their weapons actually were. The Amazons were dangerous and crazed for blood, instead of killing just Lycans they killed anything and everything that had blood coursing through their veins. The Amazons even killed other vampires, including those who were innocent, which proved to be a great problem to the council because they do not want any word going to the Lockwoods that the Amazons weren’t actually stable.
The Council ordered the Amazons to exile, banishing them to the island they called Babylon and were kept there using barrier magic. The Amazons were recently released from their island by their sire, Atticus Auric, and were taken onto land to discuss the matters of war as that was their purpose. Atticus needed help, he knew war was coming and it was coming fast, though the question was going to be when the Lycans were going to make the first move, if they were at all. The goal was to get the Amazons, who were the original four warriors, to come to San Francisco, but leaving their own army behind on Babylon, so the Lycans do not catch on what they were doing. The council need time and power, so bringing in the Amazons would do just that, but sadly not all the Amazons were present being that of Enyo’s sister. Doesn’t matter if Athene was gone, the Council still have the other three warriors to lead the vampires into battle, and so the plan will still go on.
Enyo sat with her fist on her chin as she watched the war plans on the table, Domitia and Vashti sat next to her as they were also examining the war plans. The map was of San Francisco, but the main concern was on the island to the coast known as Alcatraz, which was the home of a rather large Lycan pack. Enyo eyed Atticus with a trained eyed,” The Bystrom pack….What do you know of them Atticus?” Atticus looked at his plans, while answering Enyo’s question,” They are Lycans hailing from the Norwegian province, I have heard they are known for their Viking culture.” Enyo smiled a bit as she looked at Alcatraz on the map,” Lycan barbarians….They have traveled far to get here, but it will be sad for them to only meet defeat on our shores.”
Enyo stood from her seat as she spoke aloud,” The barbarians, as we all know, are smart, working together as a pack should, which is predictable for most Lycans, we can use that as our advantage,” Enyo pointed on the map on the outside of Alcatraz,” We settle here, on the blindside of the island, and when night falls we attack, flanking them entirely.” Domitia and Vashti nodded in agreement to Enyo’s strategy, and the Spartan vampire continued,” When we attack, we will have our three nations against that one pack, they would be backed into a corner, and slaughtered like the dogs they are.” Everyone nodded in an agreement, and relayed the plans to all the soldiers of the Vampire Council on board the Queen Mary. Enyo sent Domitia and Vashti off to gather their forces as well as her own, and prepare their attack on Alcatraz.
The vampires were going to strike tomorrow at the dead of night, when the Lycans are resting they will arise and slaughter them all. Enyo walked the halls of the Queen Mary, before picking up a bleeder and taking him where she was staying, closing the door silently behind her. The rule was not to kill their bleeders, but Enyo wants to be ready for the war that was soon to come and dawn was almost upon them. The black haired vampire bared her fangs and snarled dangerously at the human bleeder, pouncing onto his body and biting deeply into his neck. Blood gushed out and wet the vampire’s tongue as she gorged his neck, draining him dry of his blood. Enyo released the body and exhaled deeply with a smile on her face, kicking the body to the side, before walking over to her bed to prepare for sleep.
When the vampire awoke, a horrid smell ravaged her nose, which caused her to bolt out of her bed with her vampire speed. Enyo opened her door to smell the scent of Lycans, all around the Queen Mary and the warrior’s eyes were widened as she didn’t expect the Lycans to make their move, so early and before the vampires could even make their way over to Alcatraz. Safe to say that nobody was ready for the Lycans, at least not anyone on-board the Queen Mary. The sun was setting and where she stood the sun was already gone, so the black haired vampire zoomed back into her room and placed on her armor, then grabbed her two long swords before storming out her room. The first thing she did was went found Atticus and Artemis, whom were already aware of what was going on, and Atticus sent her to get their warriors and prepare for battle.
Enyo was on her way, though she looked to her side to see the Lycans lining up on the docks, the glowing golden eyes in the darkness made a hiss escape Enyo’s teeth. The vampire awoken the soldiers and told them to get ready for battle because the Lycans have brought it to them. Enyo, with a few vampires went towards the front of the Queen Mary and stared down the Lycans in front of them, already Enyo was infusing her power onto the vampires around her, feeling them with rage and the need to fight bloodily. War was here and Enyo was there to greet it as she snarled loudly at the Lycans, baring her fangs aggressively.
Living in the Garden Of Evil
Credit to @emily
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