This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers.
Trigger Warning for mentions of cannibalism and other similar topics.

These two devils met over two IC years ago when @Gauthier was High Sovereign of Caladan Cove, and @Ludivine was still new to Amaryllis. Eventually both of them had their reasons for leaving Amaryllis, only to find one another again outside these lands. Eventually they decided to return — to make a name for themselves and leave their mark on Amaryllis — and have finally come together as new mates to secure their future in their own flesh and blood. Two Sovereigns of Firnan Rainforest, it is there they plan to grow both their family names.

three  of  five
cubs available

due DECEMBER 5th


GAUTHIER x LUDIVINE

→  Djävul, [RAUM], OPEN, OPEN, OPEN

Gauthier's family is DEVORRE
Ludivine's family is DIEUDONNÉ, KHADEM, & DE'VIL
surnames.
The cubs will all be born nameless, and required to earn whatever surname they desire (one or both) via a ritual, which both the Devorre and the Dieudonné hold sacred. For the Devorre, it is proving oneself through a hunt; for the Dieudonné, it is through the murder of another lion. Raum and I would both love for these to actually be played out ICly before the cubs can earn their names! Unless they fail...



ludivine parenting.
As the recently initiated co-matriarch of the Dieudonné family, Ludivine will perhaps be a little more tough with her parenting. She will want her children to grow up to be perfect specimens of their family name, while also teaching them humility and the logic of talk shit, get hit. They will be taught personally about the family's laws and traditions, passed down to her by her grandmother Synelle Dieudonné. The De'Vil blood that flows through her veins will also have a hand in her parenting — those that do not prove themselves strong enough will be eaten.

gauthier parenting.
Gauthier will be a stone-clad father intent on priming the best of his children. Though he will love them in his own way, it will often be by means of a frigid authority and disciplinarian directive, adamant that they will grow without the vulnerabilities of weak hearts and soft minds. Alongside Ludivine’s Dieudonné teachings they will be adapted to Devorre culture: one that prides survivalism, soundness and bloodthirst. Their cubs will be expected to foster loyalty among their own family and composure in the face of their enemies, impressing that each action (or inaction) has its consequences.


names.
We would prefer you to use one of the names provided below. However, if you have another name you'd like to use, feel free to ask us!

→  Arandur, Balan, Balaur, Bastille, Bastiza, Daizus, Demetra, Gavril, Gevaudan, Guivre, Lacramora, Laurent, Madalina, Mélisande, Narcis, Rongeur, Tarasque, Vasile, Vezina, Vouivre

designs.
Like with the names, we would prefer you to use one of the designs provided below. However, if you have another design you'd like to use, feel free to ask us! We're mostly just looking to keep the cubs genetically similar to their parents/bloodlines.

NOTE Any design is able to be turned masculine or feminine. As well, we're okay with same designs being used if you are! Twins and triplets are very common in the De'Vil bloodline.

more will be added over time






to apply.
Though many may have seen Gauthier and Ludivine around the site in one thread or another, we suggest that applicants utilize their profiles and threadlogs to read their threads for a thorough base on history and mannerisms, as it should heavily influence the growth of their children. We also suggest reading about the Dieudonne and Devorre family to familiarize yourself with their cultures, as this will be a major factor in their livelihood. Note that both cultures are rooted in cannibalism and vampiric themes — therefore adopters should be aware that their lives will be immersed in darker content.

ADOPTION CLAUSE These cubs will come with an adoption clause, in that if they fall inactive within the first year of their lives, we have permission to take the character back and re-adopt them out.

We are looking forward to being extremely active in plotting with this family, and would love it for people that apply to lean towards making their cub one of their primary characters. However this is not expected and won't impact adoption choices!

→  A blurb about their PERSONALITY is required. Even if things might change through IC development, we just want to see what your vision for the cub is! You can also include ideas for trades here.

→  A short WRITING SAMPLE is welcome, but optional! It can help us get a better idea of the character you intend to create, but we aren't making it mandatory! Feel free to add anything else to your application as well.

applications due NOVEMBER 30th

GAUTHIER x LÉONTINE

→  Lothaire, OPEN, OPEN
In a surprising turn of events, Ludivine has asked Gauthier and Léontine to have children of their own, under the pretense they'll be taken in and raised as full blooded siblings with the Ludivine and Gauthier litter. Only the three of them will know the true parentage of the cubs; to everyone else, it will appear as though Ludivine simply had 8 cubs (we plan to time the birth threads as close together as possible). Because of this, all the information above is relevant for these cubs as well. The only difference is the possibility of their designs.

NOTE Please note in your application if you have a preference for your cubs' parents, or if you are okay for them to be from either litter! There might be a design change required should they come from one or the other, but otherwise nothing would need to change!

two  of  three
cubs available

due DECEMBER 14th
designs.
Like with the names, we would prefer you to use one of the designs provided below. However, if you have another design you'd like to use, feel free to ask us! We're mostly just looking to keep the cubs genetically similar to their parents/bloodlines.

more will be added over time

Running in flip flops

NARCIS

a BARBARIAN and an ERUDITE
"Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading."



the man.
GEMINI ☉ - AQUARIUS ☽ - CAPRICORN ⇑
Narcis is an eerie thing. His gaze is ever-watchful, his aura one of violence barely refrained. To truly hold the advantage over one's prey, one must come to understand it. He is lightning-quick in body and especially in mind, taking in even the most minute of details in an effort to render himself superior. He has the bright-eyed curiosity of a cub contrasted against the soberness of a dying man – the agility of impulsiveness yet the patience of eroding stone. Narcis will adapt to what he needs to be.

The prince is quick in feeling yet slow in anger. He can cycle quickly through playful prodding and somber musings, often seeming as if he is reacting to another dimension entirely. While this tends to frustrate certain personalities, it is not an easy feat to goad Narcis into an emotional reaction.

There lurks a hunger within the lion for many things. The hunting instincts of a predator are obvious – a given. Perhaps his prey of choice would shock and delight. He is plagued by a relentless drive for more and for better, the taboo of his families' practices only that much more motivating for one so unconcerned with feeble morality. It does not matter how many try to explain it to him – how many brilliant questions he spins up to try and understand why the cats of their peninsula are so concerned with that elusive goodness. He cannot see their point of view, and therefore it is flawed.

He is a survivalist above all else – there is no other option for the smaller male of a Dieudonné litter. Narcis is tethered only by feeble chains of loyalty, and even these will be cast aside should his life come under clear threat. There is no limit to how low he will go – how far he will crawl – to ensure that he and, by extension, his family names live on another day.


the myth.
He lingered on the outskirts of that gathering of cherubic hell-spawn. Where they gawked up at their pioneering parents, where they barreled into one another in moves of jutting shoulders and pointed elbows, Narcis was watching them. Djävul towered. Lothaire lingered. Their sisters seemed eager to step upon one another's toes if it might get them one step closer to Gauthier's parading heels. They did not watch him – not unless wielding the eyes of a scavenger circling a scrap. Narcis was determined not to be that doomed morsel.

"Le sang," blood, he interjected suddenly. That tinge of iron was the first face to greet him out of the womb, and would likely be his final friend parting in death; he would not be mistaken in its presence.

"Quand pouvons-nous manger?" When may we eat? Cue wide, upturned eyes and glistening canines. His claws kneaded at the earth, stomach barking after all that it desired.

He will be quick – he will be quickest – or he will not eat at all.


notes.
Ludivine x Gauthier preferred

Due to the nature of the families, I would like to have him on green pvp for realism. That said, I'm not looking for him to die, and would place him in age-appropriate scenarios.

code by silhouette

M É L I S A N D E

the older twin

at a g l a n c e;
ruthless, cynical, 'if looks could kill', greedy, violent, sweet talker

dig a little d e e p e r;
poised and elegant, fire and brimstone. she is one to give and then take. carefully observant, studying and stalking potential prey - silent killer. competitive in every sense and one to stop at nothing to get what she wants. she's the type to punish you to the brink of death only to roughly patch up the wounds, possibly to do it all over again. savage hunter, a bloodhound that forever remembers a scent. insatiable appetite for power and control - and blood. blurred lines between reality and imagination. not the type to share easily, what's hers is hers and what's yours might become hers. will know she is quite the embodiment of seduction and prowess. bilingual, a touch of a french accent to make her all the more alluring. a siren. her siblings are her chew toys. obsessive and always needing to be on the move. she is a hellhound.

t r a d e s;
barbarian, medic (possibly cleric!)

m i s c;
madalina is her twin sister who she adores and protects. will learn she loves the thrill of a hunt. wants to be her father's favorite but also wants to be the dutiful child. has a respect and big interest in her father's religion and beliefs. is intrigued by and follows moon phases closely. just wants her parents to be proud of her.

either litter will be fine with me, as well!

coded by flea

BASTILLE

the untouchable.
the divine deviant.
the mad minister.

Notes.
Open to sex swap - preference for ludixgauth but open to either

Trades.
Barbarian/Cleric

Personality.
There is a certain kind of elegance to death few understand. It is a cruel and mercurial master, taking and giving on a whim as fickle as flame in a gust of wind. It is only the foolish who do not realize that it is so much more. It possesses a kind of beauty only those blessed with the eyes to see will ever notice. It is within strewn innards and pools of sacred red ichor that its holy visage takes form. It, when it deigns to, speaks in strange ways — through viscera and scattered stars alike. Few notice the signs of its communication. Fewer still can comprehend it.

It is a good thing then, that he is among the elect.

A cleric.

But why?

Why not a warrior like Caturix or Avram? Why not a hunter like Dumitra?

The answer is simpler than it appears.

It is doubt. It is his arrogance that assures him he is far smarter than the others. It is the deep, unending starvation within him for apotheosis that drives him to a most sacred duty.

Of course, the boy always believed in the power of what lay beyond, always venerated the Naesarpe and his Devorre ancestors who had claimed godhood for themselves. His devotion, while calculated, is no farce, but born from a simple understanding: the weak do not survive. Is he weak? Surely not, for his parents allow him to still draw breath, still find him worthy. But it is not enough to simply be strong. One must be the strongest or be consumed.

His lineage demands it.

Constantly comparing himself to his ascended ancestors and blessed brother, he finds fault in every place he looks. His skills are not sharp enough. His bloodlust is not ravenous enough. He is not enough. How Maman and Tată have not noticed is beyond him, though he cannot bear the thought of being a blot to their names, of being forgotten.

His doubt is an affront to his very blood, a shameful secret which he holds close, a cowardice which he hides behind his only salvation: the Naesarpe.

Is it not the laws of his father’s family which say none may touch a cleric but a medic? Thinking himself clever, he will follow this path, as if he has not been born for it, as if he has been called long before his time. He thinks he has saved himself. He thinks he has changed his fate.

He is wrong.

His arrogance blinds him.

It blind him to his gifts — his otherworldly understanding. It blinds him to the fact that the pitfalls he finds in himself exist only because he has tried so vehemently to deny his true self, to force his paws along a path that was never his. It blinds him to the truth: his devotion only makes him stronger. He is called to be the guide, to interpret the stars, to help transcend the worthy to glorious death. There is little he will not do in the name of glory and preserving the sanctity of his calling.

Some call it madness.

What else would you call a boy who attacks foes and prey far larger than him in hopes he might collect a few drops of their blood? What else would you call his flagrant lack of self-preservation? His constant reading and rereading of the stars? His chasing of glory? His bloody rituals and obsession with perfection? Every sacrifice must be greater than the last and there is no prize for those too fearful to chase it.

Immortality is offered only to the brave and ambitious.

M A D A L I N A

the younger twin

at a g l a n c e;
devout, purposeful, determined, unholy crusader, honors the naesarpe and ancestors, considers her ungodly appetite a blessing and necessary for her quest to godhood.

dig a little d e e p e r;
THOU SHALL HAVE NO OTHER GOD BEFORE ME
From birth, Madalina will embrace her father’s religion and the quest to attain godhood. She will worship the ancestors and the Naesarpe, but more than anything else she will worship herself. Madalina will not lack confidence, nor will she concern herself with the opinions of mortals. She is destined for something greater, something beyond comprehension, and there is no one capable of deterring her from that quest. Madalina is steadfast in her belief that her ascension is imminent and will joyfully snap the legs of anyone brazen enough to tell her otherwise.

HONOR YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER
Before the Naesarpe and before the ancestors, Madalina will only know her parents. As a babe too young to comprehend the idea of anything grander than her mother and father, Madalina will find herself worshiping Ludivine and Gauthier before anything else. She will be dutiful, obedient, always seeking their approval and striving to become their favored. Honoring her parents will be yet another stepping stone towards attaining godhood; a good daughter will certainly please the ancestors and the ancestors will see fit to reward her with immortality. There is an ulterior motive to everything she does, wholly conceited, though there is a part of her that genuinely admires her parents for all the glory they have brought upon themselves as mortals.

YOU SHALL NOT MURDER
A means to an end, there is no exact answer to whether or not Madalina truly enjoys murder. She views each death as a holy rite, a sacrifice to glorify the Naesarpe by culling the weak in its name. Every droplet of blood spilled is in its name or for the purpose of ascension: she seeks godhood by paving the way with the half-eaten corpses of those who she deems unworthy. Eager to gain the favor of her ancestors, Madalina will perform rituals each and every month to honor them during the full moon by offering up sacrifices of small and large alike. She will bathe the sacrifice, she will adorn it with flowers, and then she will slit its throat to drink the blood and consume its flesh. Murder is part of her worship and because of that, she considers herself as one of the most holy.

s a m p l e;

The moon hangs overhead, pale against the ink-washed sky yet no less radiant than her daytime counterpart. Madalina bathes in its pallid glow, awash in the atmosphere of holiness as she strays into the clearing where it will all take place. These are steps she has taken dozens of times before, a comforting ritual so ingrained in her very essence that she no longer needs to think; her body simply acts on its own accord. From her jaws dangles an antelope, alive and frightened and oblivious as to why its life has been spared for so long. It is resigned to its fate, however, and has fallen silent as she carries it to the circle stained with the blood of many others before it.

Cast your gaze to me so that I may bring you glory, that I may honor you with blood. Ancestors, accept this sacrifice as an offering and sign of my continued fealty. Tomorrow, I hunt. Guide me. She does not hesitate to end the antelope’s life as she chants, mercifully ending its undue suffering and fear. Madalina drinks the blood from her sacrifice, swallowing mouthfuls of crimson that pacifies the woeful hunger in her belly. With all said and done, she departs as quickly as she comes: a wraith, untouchable and silent as the grave.

t r a d e s;
assassin & cleric

m i s c;
⚔ closely bonded with Melusine, her twin
⚔ rarely speaks to anyone but Melusine
⚔ observant and calculating
⚔ loosely based off inej from six of crows
⚔ either litter :3

have the lambs stopped screaming?

I couldn't pass this litter up even if I wanted to >.>

Laurent

stoic x merciless x charismatic x violent x unpredictable

Laurent shows a stoic, quiet exterior, simply letting the fire simmer beneath the surface, allowing the smoke to leak from his ears, his nostrils, without the reflection of fury in his eyes or body language. The boy, trained to be hardened, to be a driving force since birth, he knows how to keep it all in, keep it in until it's time.

With a stone-cold nature such as his, he can be perceived to be the calm sibling, but even as he is still and quiet on the exterior, there is much going through his mind, many calculations being noted, many weakness (of his enemies of course) being logged. He is a soldier called into action by his masters (parents) and he is theirs alone to command. Trained in both the Devorre and Dieudonne ways, he respects both sets of beliefs heavily, and acts accordingly when dealing with each parent. To his mother, he is quiet, obedient, ready to act at her command. To his father, he is pensive and attentive because he has a lot to learn from his father.

He loves nothing more than to spill the blood of his enemies, and lap at their sanguine taste, to revere in their unique notes and characteristics. He's likely to remember every one, but hold special longing for the unique ones he's tasted throughout his lifetime. Like fine wine that he only gets to taste once.

Such an admiration for blood, such an obsession for finding the finest strains, it's likely to drive him into a rage. Like an addict craving a certain drug, Laurent will go looking for it, wild-eyed and desperate, until he finds it. And then, he will drink until he's lust for it is satiated.

Trades: Barbarian & Cleric
Build: Large, Athletic
Misc:
- Will speak with a French accent
- Will have a deep, gravelled voice

* Ludi/Gauth litter preferred *

V O U I R V R E

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first-look;
she is female, medium size, has slightly longer fangs, and will be athletic & curvy as a adult
she smells of vanilla orchid
she is violent, intelligent, vengeful, selfish, uncivilized on occasion, and quiet or extremely loud as there is no in-between
prefer ludi x gauth

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digging deeper;

trades: assassin & cleric
talents: hunting, stalking, learning, achieving, climbing
weaknesses: emotions, family, morality, manners, temper, swimming under water
summarized: She is loyal to the sacred ways of her bloodlines; the unique and glorified traditions she so whole-heartedly believed in. Without hesitation she is as vicious as she is violent, a viper striking at any beck and call of those above her. It is not out of blind loyalty, but respect and honor for what those older than her have done for her family; the legacy they have built to raise her within. Admiration burns bright inside of her, a flame unyielding to the factors of life she will cross through.

Smart, Vouirvre knows her mind is a weapon just as much as her claws or fangs are. A wicked little thing, always eager to concoct a masterplan in order to achieve her vengeance on anyone who crosses her, or her family. Sharp-witted, her instincts and mind are synced beautifully to compose a girl that hardly acts brashly and often uses the better side of her judgement when carrying out hideous tasks.

Fond of poisons, and more on the antisocial side when it comes to engaging beyond need, she often occupies herself with training throughout the day. Bettering herself and being skilled is a prized ideal, wanting to be just as respected as those above her one day, and to be something her parents are proud of. Vouirvre is also keenly curious of the higher powers, spirits, and deities surrounding her family and those of other families, as well as the land. She knows there is power beyond the lines of life, and desires to achieve it for her kin and bring more glory to her ancestors.

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This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [death, suffering, poison, torture]

roleplay: Hot air pants out of the quickened lungs, the expression of exhaustion crossing across the features of Vouirvre. She watches as the doe scatter away from her, and even the tiniest of fawns dart off to the side - swift enough too round her mother's side and safe from the claws of death. Internally seething, irritation pesters her with a urgency, and she finds her ears pinned back upon her skull in deep concentration.

She refused to return home with nothing.

If there was one thing about Vouirvre, she was going to prove her strength and skill above all else, and why she is worth the place she holds in her family. She understands it is privilege to be among who she is, born to such divine glory, and disappointing any of them was not in her plans. There is annoyance in the way she flicks her tail, resuming her walk across the vast plains before her, the sun setting in the far distance. Perhaps she would watch if she was not focused - focused on finding certain berries in the shrubbery ahead. Moments are spent being nicked by thorns and sharp twigs on her paws, all up until her paw delicately holds onto such deathly circles of poison. Then, she crafts her grand scheme; planting her bait, resuming her position as she tucks to the shadows and hides among the background of doom. Seconds tick by that form to minutes, the wind the only thing she hears before a crack finally sounds.

A rabbit approaches the berries, curious - oblivious. Indulging is too tempting and it eats at them, and the girl watches with far too much excitement at seeing her plan play out. A devilish fire ignites within her eyes as the rabbit finishes and paces off, only to convulse and fall to the grass underneath them. A swift leap to her feet and she bounds forward, eagerly approaching with a certain giddiness at the fact she as succeeding. The rabbit convulses at her paws, muscles twitching as death wraps around the neck of the brown creature, suffocating it from inside. It suffers so obviously, a pain that she could put out - but she does not, and only when the final shudder of tension leaves its lifeless body does she move.

Grabbing it, she gloats in her stance as she makes way back home, pleased to be returning with something of use, and not empty paws that should be turned away for not being of use. Her gaze glimmers in devious intent as the scene of the rabbit plays over and over in her head, entertaining her on her journey back.

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so everyone can meet your eldest brother...



DJÄVUL
a ghostly reincarnation of something sinister...

LACRAMORA THE RED
cleric&paladin; cub five

i am fine with either pairing!

HER CANNIBALISM IS A SECRET ONLY HER FAMILY KNOWS. even so, lacramora is ever the picky eater, preferring only what she considers the fun parts over the fat and the meat. she is no stranger to the brutality of her family, but she is neither as brutal or passive. instead, lacramora lurks among the wolves, a sentry and a bear woman, closely guarding her own kin as their protector. her will is absolute; she will hunt all those who have scorned her or her family. a woman such as lacramora has infinite patience and infinite methods to win. HER NAME IS LADY VENGEANCE! the she-bear is dressed in stoicism and wields little to no words, thus making her a poor choice to ever be an acceptable leader. indeed, lacramora would prefer to dwell in the shadows of her elder siblings rather than shine over them. she is, however, not meek, and will impart her own vengeance in the way she was taught -- the ways of both devorre and dieudonne. FREEDOM IS THE PRICE TO PAY. lacramora will die by her family and live by her family. where they go, she goes, and as they feast upon the carcasses of the world she will feast, just as flawed and terrifying as the wolves she's guarding.

NEVER PRAY TO THE GODS AFTER DARK. and oh how the young lacramora remains willfully ignorant of the deeds that happen! it had been accidental, at first, lacramora and her collection of trinkets and dead things; ghoulish carcasses of dried-out bats and insects, a living snake, a wish to see death. until she bleeds, until she utters a prayer, she finds herself touched by the hands of the god of darkness. not quite blessed, but cursed, to only bring nightmares and omens. and yet, this unnatural talent is hers to make and take. as a cub, lacramora will seek out the attention of her parents with this innate interest ( for, why can't she, borne of a godly lineage, be unable to call forth those like that of her parents? ). she'll whisper in her siblings' ears of protection, but to those who have sought her ire, lacramora will bleed. not for them, but for the dead that she'll raise. it's not until much later, that lacramora knows how to properly utilize her trade to commune with the spirits. by that time, lacramora will no longer hide this skill away from the public's eye. this is her calling, her makeshift identity, beyond dieudonne or devorre and beyond mortality itself.

other information:

- general tw for self-harm, cannibalism, and gore
- i imagine she will be mostly aroace as an adult, but she'll have cubs born of her womb only if she's commanded to
- drinks and eats poisonous plants and animals to strengthen herself from being poisoned. i will utilize a dice for each time she does it for any side effects.
- has a snake familiar named nuala. nuala will mostly act as a 'helper' in finding plants and even plays a part in performing rites
- she will also have a keen interest in poisonous/venomous animals.
- i would prefer if she's the last born c: though it's not super important!!
- i'm open for most plots as long as y'all are also okay with it, such as maiming, kidnapping, and etc,.
- speaks exclusively in french, no english allowed

table code given by cala
bg image from unsplash
original design by raum

vouivre, demetra, mèlisande ;
the dragon
either litter

name & design open to change~

female, large, "hyena" half maned, dark dieu undersides, dark khadem eye circles, bob tail, longer fangs, dark ruby eyes

quiet, controlled, sharp, judgemental, loyal, calculated,
bloodthirsty, ambitious, vengeful, dutiful

at first, there is quiet - death ushered in reverently in the night, fervent whispers, a darkened doorway leading deeper. vouivre is in every way borne of her bloodline. obedient, dutiful - every inch an animal caged, held captive by an imposed philosophy of superiority. there is no greater achievement in her sights, as a babe, than earning her mother's name - for the right to bare it.

a great hunger simmers beneath, the measure of control necessitated beyond the scope of a lesser child - instilled in her upbringing, with an intrinsic understanding of both loyalty and respect, though awarded only to those who deserve it. judgement is not cast sparingly, a sneer ever readily prepared for those who fall short of her learned pillars of value - violence. ambition. calculation. discipline. what greater worth could there be, than ascension? what is the worth of an individual who does not?

intends to earn the dieudonne name -- or die trying

neutral-chaotic evil
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barbarian x cleric
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>pinterest<

to be loved is to be c o n s u m e d

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