Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead It was easy enough to find this place. So follow the smell of rotting decay or the rustle of animals scoring through bones. Her ears picked it up fairly quickly before the scent hit her and she followed the path that would lead her to the glittering disaster of bones. Of animals who had either fallen down and couldn't get up, therefore succumbing to deaths hand by either starvation, dehydration or by another animal. Whichever occurred, Aphrodite didn't give any thought to it as she began to look through the clusters of bones. The piles of skulls, ribs, teeth or claws that now surrounded her in the moonlight. The gray on her back glowed beneath the moons light, eerie enough one might think she was a ghost if it wasn't the blood in her veins and heartbeat in her ears."Talk here." && 'Think here.'

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

hymnal winds caresses the earth, the silver-touched grounds aligned in bone ornaments, as the sweeping shadow of harou trails after the scent of @Aphrodite. he is silent in his wrath, his icy calm, feeling the fetid cool of the boneyard settling against his wintry flesh like sanguine prayer. here, bones dot the black, dusty surface, their shiny porcelain curve glinting sharply beneath the moonlight; a makeshift bedroom of death and shadowy dream. finally, harou spies the huntress up ahead, his vermillion eyes trailing the luscious backline of wanton hips, the come-hither fullness of feminine sensuality and the allure of an ebony complexion, touched by moonlight. harou greets the solitary maiden with a cuff, addressing his presence and surging forward to close the distance between them.

"aphrodite, hello."

Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead She is not alone for long. Though it is normally his scent that brings her attention to the desert hound, this time it is sound. His voice echoes off of the walls that surround them overhead. Her ears twist on top of her head as she would lift up her nose and shift so that her the side of her body - those glorious curves - faced him and she could give him an amethyst glance over her shoulder. A dark, sensual grin curled her lips as she watched him close the distance before she went back to looking for her own treasure. It's glorious isn't it? I can still smell deaths claws down here, a reminder that we are just mortal compared to Death himself. She would muse at him as a way of greeting."Talk here." && 'Think here.'

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

like twin red moons, the titan's gaze would devour the beautiful likeness of @Aphrodite with a silent appreciation; a wordless thought forming in the back of his male mind. he closes the distance between them, just as the dark lioness seeks to turn around, to twist herself into a voluptuous near come-hither angle. harou is silent still, allowing his gaze to momentarily roam over her form; studying the angles and shadows of her hips, that so easily drew his attention. and then, his stare would rest upon her eyes; those violet, crystalline hues drawing in the moon's vivid reflection. he'd wonder what hid behind those eyes, what remained in secret within her glowing, predatory stare.

wordlessly, harou seeks to brush along her hips, so that she might feel the wild, raw power surging beneath his masculine flesh. when he finally speaks, it is cool, collected; a mischievous note edging along his ink-stained lips as he comes to stand before her. "yes. but not only death. death, life and rebirth. the body dies, but the soul lives on," he begins, adding to her museful nature. she had beauty, wits and philosophy. something he could appreciate. "this mortal body is fleeting. but our spirits? that's forever." he motions towards the moon, towards the stars, where a million lights shone, a million little souls lost floating in the greater cosmos.

Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead He moves closer, the distance between them becoming unbearably smaller but she doesn't shy away. She stands firm in her pile of bones as he drinks her in. Devours her and she suppresses a shiver that goes down her cloaked spine. Her jewels - bright and deadly - show no sign of how his presence may affect her. Not even when he touches her hips, a smirk forming on her delicate lips as she sways enough to push them back against the roughness of his own coat. This is a dangerous game they play but one she is more than willing to dabble in. Soon he speaks, adding to what she already said and she listens. Moving a skull - a warthog - with a sharpened claw to the side. The small creatures running away as their shelter was disturbed. Pray tell me, @Harou, do you fear Death or do you welcome it as I do? A little peak to the madness that was Aphrodite's mind, her soul. How dark it could be, how dark she let it become. Surely, man such as the desert king did not fear death but embraced it with open arms. Welcomed it as his friend. Or was he one who kept it at arms length, never to feel it's cold touch."Talk here." && 'Think here.'

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

trigger warnings !! gothic morbidity, dark thoughts, vampirism.

the cadaverous lands swelled, like white flesh swelling beneath the moonlight; every edge of this foreboding cemetry, now weeping in gothic allure. there was a silver undertone to everything he had laid his eyes upon, even the dark beauty of @Aphrodite's body, shining more like a silver blade, than it did their warm, female invitation. suddenly, he cannot take his eyes off her, possessed by a sudden male need that coursed through his veins. her sultry words, when they come, invokes a sudden jolt of violence to sweep his mind and a low growl leaves the titan's lifted lips. he can feel the pressure building down his spine, the heat from her nearness, coaxing him ever closer.

no, he did not fear death. how could he? a fallen god, lost to the ways of the wilderness, only pretending to be lion. "i am already dead. i have no one. i live for nothing," he breathes hungrily, his breath curling hotly against her ear. yes, he was dead inside. empty. his heart was a cadaver, trapped in his chest. spiritually, emotionally, he was dead inside. "you, however. you are beauty. violence. life," he has the urge to lean over then, and he almost does. he wants to lean over and kiss her softly on the lips, to taste her beauty. to taste her sweet violence. his eyes trail the pulse of her throat. o, how he craved in this moment. how he craved her, desired her.

Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [death and other gore or sexual intention] He answers her. His words carved from carnal desire. She can sense it, smell it on his breathe. It surrounded her and Aphrodite braces herself for it. She welcomes it instead of going against it. She is willing to let it devour her. To bring her to the brink of death if only to feel the heat that has risen up into her cheeks, along her spine and into her thighs to be sedated for the time being. And as she let's her violet jewels trail along his body, the lips so close. The body heat coming onto her own as she slowly, oh so slowly, drew her gaze up to his own. Dark lips curl upwards, her teeth flashing against the ebony pelt as she inhales his cologne. If you are dead then I am a goddess of the dead. Oh how her body - her bones - quaked beneath her pelt. Life is such a simple thing to have but to never hold. Oh how she was craving him but Aphrodite wouldn't let @Harou see those emotions, the need and desire that currently coursed through her veins. She held her neutral, cold stare on him."Talk here." && 'Think here.'

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

trigger warnings !! dark thoughts, vampirism, sexual themes.

her cruel words taper against the air like a beckoning finger, but he falls to a hungry silence. it was easy to take her in, to admire her for what she was: wrath and beauty. she gazes at him with wide, sultry eyes full of hidden violence; amethyst jewels, clashing with the oceans of his red. harou loves that look; her feral look, that is etched into his memory like wildfire.

harou leans closer still, finding the pulse of her throat with his gaze, allowing the fragrance of her skin to intoxicate him. this is different with his lust towards helah. with helah, it was crazy, wild. this is darker, intense, more passionate. something that burns like wicked fire through his mind. without any words, he moves closer, still. he wants to pierce the skin of her neck, to bruise the flesh there with a kiss. he wants to taste her life essence in his mouth - and as he closes the distance between them - he would seek to do just that. to lay his fangs upon the side of her throat in a gentle, but sharp, lovebite.

Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [death and other gore or sexual intention as well as vampirism] Aphrodite does not budge. She is a statue, poised and in perfect condition as he closes the gap between them. Drowning her in his cologne, the intoxicating scent that was more than just a man but a beast. He is someone who should not be kept on a leash. He should be unleashed onto the world, bring chaos upon the lands and Aphrodite? Oh she was more than willing to help him out with that. Her darkness wrapped around them as she watched him with calm content. Ears twisting on top of her head and into her dual-toned mane as he gets closer. She sees the flash of teeth and Aphrodite braces herself for an attack but it's not one that comes, at least not one that she is expecting. A snarl forms from her lips but she doesn't remove herself from his fangs, in fact she finds herself pressing into it but even a thought crosses her mind. Don't take if you can't give in return, Harou. Her words are a purr, cool and collected."Talk here." && 'Think here.'

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

trigger warnings !! gothic morbidity, dark thoughts, vampirism.

she presses into him, and there is desire there, hidden within the violent undertones of her sharp, graceful gestures. they are close now, he can breathe her in, entirely; taste the delicious hit of her rose-scented fragrance intoxicating him with every deep inhale.

when she speaks, it's both bold and daring, a salacious threat laced in feminine vehemence, one that he does well to heed. the grin that forms along his lips peel back to reveal long fangs, just as she snarls into his bruising kisses. he wants to laugh, but he has a mouthful of her, and he's taking her, draining her. her lifeforce would ebb against his lips - soft, sweet delicious ichor - running against an ink-stained mouth. and o, how fervent his kiss, how ardent his worship. they would carry on this way, and after he was done taking from her, he too, would give back to the goddess. give back in blood and carnal flesh.

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