Author: Isleen Amara, Posted: Sun Dec 1, 2019 12:25 PM, Post Subject: Ramé | p.r.

The pair did not put much stock into hope. Life had taught them both that hope was a dangerous, foolish emotion. Others could argue that love was worse, but Isleen only knew the pain of parental betrayal as a child. It was not the same as the sort of heartbreak that caused people to lose their minds and even go to war over. That type of madness did not make sense to her. The wolf could not truly comprehend how lucky she was to have Ethan. There was a piece of her that kept waiting for the floor to give out. They were too happy, her heart too full. Surely, something was going to go wrong.

Isleen draped one hand upon the nape of his neck. Submissively, she tilted hers out of the way. Her eyes fluttered shut as her mate made his desire known. “You’re spoiled rotten, is what you are,” the femme responded before an involuntarily moan left her lips. Vampires could emit additional pheromones at will but it was never necessary between the two. Her body knew exactly what he, and those pointed fangs, could do. The hybrid knew they needed to finish their conversation but he was making it so difficult. She gently pulled his head back with the hair that was between her fingers. “Your needs know no bounds anymore.”The wolf knew she was likely going to lose this war of wills but needed to attempt to win this particular battle.

Her nails scratched the bottom of his head side to side when she noticed the shift in Ethan. She didn’t want him getting lost in guilt or regret. Isleen didn’t mean to upset him. She was trying to be honest and open, something she had struggled with previously. She dropped her hand so both of them were at his hips as he cupped her face. The wolf whined slightly at his desperate kiss and her grip shifted to his back and tightened. The seer knew this particular kiss and the hunger that came with it. It was as desperate as when they found each other but instead of relief, there was sadness. Isleen had forgiven Ethan as best she could but he had not accepted it. She needed him to move past it.

The wolf leaned into the bed, bringing him down with her. Isleen would not end the moment until Ethan was ready. She kept one hand on his back but placed another over his beating heart. She didn’t need to feel it to know it was racing. However, the wolf wanted to remind him that she was here to keep it safe. “Please don’t misunderstand me. I want you to find her but,” she paused, searching for the right thing to say. “This is not our old world and I am scared.” Her eyebrows furrowed at the idea that somehow Azrail wouldn’t want to see Ethan. That thought had not even crossed her mind. “Don’t be ridiculous. If her old self even slightly remains, I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you,” Isleen responded.

Her head tilted slightly and her eyes narrowed at her mate. He’s fine, she thought to herself as his attention shifted to her breasts. Her wardrobe was slowly evolving so her body was more accessible on a whim. Plus, after a few of her light tops were ruined with blood stains, she learned the benefit of darker fabrics. “You’re parched, huh? Famished even?” she replied with a soft growl. The sight of his fangs made her excited. She was also grateful that their skin didn’t scar easily. Otherwise, his torso would be riddled with her claw marks and a few bites while her entire form was peppered with his puncture wounds. She couldn’t help the sound she made when he fed. Only one sensation could top it when it came to pleasure - and lucky for her, she received both frequently from her mate.

Author: Ethan Blackbird, Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2019 12:48 PM, Post Subject: Ramé | p.r.

Concerns were swirling in the mind of the male vampire. He wondered how long his mother had been on Revaliir. Was she there for a long time? Or had she been transferred over only recently? The Void had created such an odd reaction for multiple refugees. Ethan had come after those that had been on Revaliir for years. There was no specifics or reason as to why the randomness of timing was occurring. Eventually, Ethan stopped attempting to figure it all out. Those that he cared about where now here on this land. That was what mattered.

Ethan could feel her unsettled tension as she fidgeted with the hem of her blouse. To give him such information would not have been easy. There were plans put into place for the couple that they had never been able to dream of before. He wanted everything for his mate. She was his entire world, and yet now she came with news that could change the plans.

Gathering up the woman in his arms helped settle his heart from the anxiety that had begun to cling there. Whenever anything happened, it was Isleen that brought him any sense of peace. There was a slight change in her scent as he gave attention to her neck. A devilish smirk pulled at his lips. It broadened more as she took initiative to move closer. His brow lifted in question, though he listened to her words. ”Whenever you are gone, it is neglect. I am a high maintenance sort of male. Try to keep up with my needs,” he purred against her neck as he dipped his mouth down again.

There was a play of his lips upon her warm skin. He could sense her pulse just below the surface that raced through her veins. It called out to him, but he knew that it was not the time. At least not right then. ”How the hell am I supposed to focus?” he grumbled as she attempted her own games. Isleen was not one to be underestimated in the least. There was a sharp inhale as he worked to control his extremities during their important conversation.

It was when her expression became more thoughtful that Ethan frowned down at her. His throat bobbed slightly at the stipulations set. A pang of guilt and self-hatred hit him deep in the chest at the mention of how he had stopped searching for her. The muscles in his jaw fluttered when he clenched his teeth tighter. There were no wrong words that were said by his mate.

Hands reached up to cup the sides of her face before he pressed his lips tightly against hers in a desperate kiss. He needed to taste her. To remind himself of the fact that she was literally directly in front of him. His brows were knit tightly together as his eyes were closed. Ethan shifted his position until the sheet slipped away from him as he was above the woman.

Finally, he pulled away with a light gasp of breath. One hand was braced on the bed to hold himself up beside her head, while the other was gently stroking her jawline. ”I understand, and we will not search forever. We have our lives to live.” He let his crimson gaze take in every detail of her face. ”She may not even want to see me. There is no knowing. At least I can say that I tried.” His own expression softened as he continued to take in her features.

Hand moved from her cheek down to rest upon the center of her breast to lightly tug on her blouse. ”Now that you have deemed to return to our bed….I’m hungry. Feed me? Won’t you?” His elongated fangs were already lowering to exposed flesh on her chest. A slight prick was made with his teeth to allow a small amount of life blood to flow free. He made a slow spectacle of his tongue to drink the blood. Despite all the years of drinking blood from others, Isleen’s was the only that made him feel whole. The male vampire was sure it was due to their being mated; but it was still curious how she could taste this good to his senses. It was not a mere emotional reaction, but it was a physical one. She simply had a better taste than he had ever had before.

Author: Isleen Amara, Posted: Fri Nov 1, 2019 7:59 PM, Post Subject: Ramé | p.r.

The longer it took for Ethan to comprehend her words, the more she wanted to take them back. This particular scene had been hazy and chaotic. It could have been anyone with red hair dancing in a tavern. Neveah was not the only creature with crimson locks. The blonde woman’s features were not clear either. Other than her golden hair, the only distinguishing thing about the femme had been those golden eyes that were like pools of honey. Isleen had been an infant when Azrail was in her life. There was no possible way she would remember the vixen if the pair were in a crowded room together.

Except - she had never been wrong before.

Every vision came true eventually, and she didn’t need to see it for it to be so. That was the strongest aspect of her gift and why others wanted to exploit it. The wolf could simply see. In this case, it was quite possible that Neveah and Azrail would be in the same place in just a few hours. It also could happen in several years. Eventually, it would happen. The seer knew it in her bones.

Isleen watched her mate with worried eyes. She had just given him the most dangerous of gifts; the dark haired woman offered him hope. Her features twisted with anguish as he buried his face in his hands. The hybrid could not begin to guess what he was thinking. Instead, she allowed herself to think of her own mother for a moment. She spent most of her life hating Neveah for abandoning her. As a child, she expected Neveah to come back, to be scooped up and embraced after so much time apart. Alas, she never came. Nami had been a kind, gentle mother but it was not the same. Isleen had no memory of Tobias which left Kiba as the primary male figure in her life. He was everything she could have asked for and so much more. As she gazed at Ethan, Isleen was reminded that he felt alone in the world despite having biological family. No, he always felt like an outsider and Azrail was the closest he ever had.

Her shoulders fell back as the guilt set in. Ethan would have been just fine if she had kept this nugget of knowledge to herself. They would have continued living their lives, moving to Kurayo to serve Nemesis. Whatever he was feeling and whatever followed would be her fault. She fidgeted with the hem of her blouse, staring at the faint pattern in the fabric. Her gaze snapped up to his red eyes. His smile allowed her to breathe slightly easier. Then he brought her closer, his strength moving her with ease. The wolf nuzzled his cheek with closed eyes as he inhaled her. Their scent would always be her favorite. His lips so close to her neck caused her hair to stand on end. She knew better than to expect anything given the topic at hand. Plus, their appetites had been satisfied the morning prior.

Isleen hooked an ankle around his waist to pull them closer, with only a flimsy sheet and her pants between them. The wolf jumped slightly with a surprised sound at his nip. “You barely knew I was gone. Don’t act as if you were neglected.” She pulled back to give him a playful glare. She growled as he kissed her nose. Isleen rubbed her thigh against him with a smirk. She too could play this game. “Focus,” Isleen replied with a sultry tone. “Of course, my love.” The seer paused, her expression becoming more serious. “I will follow you but not until the end of time. Set a limit, Ethan. How long will we look?” She reached out and grazed his cheek with her finger tips. “At some point you stopped searching for me, you must promise me that at some point you will call this off if we can’t find her. I will not be your strength to carry on endlessly.” She did not say these things out of some jealousy towards Azrail. No, her motives were far more simple. She did not want this to devour their entire lives. Isleen was being selfish.

Author: Ethan Blackbird, Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2019 6:00 PM, Post Subject: Ramé | p.r.

There was no chance that Isleen would be lying to her mate. No. Ethan knew that the words that were being spoken in regards to her vision were all the truth. How could they be though? How was it possible that she had died long before the Void had swallowed DaeLuin, to be alive in Revaliir? This announcement made by the woman defied all logic. As much as he wished it were true. As desperately Ethan needed it to be true, the vampire male had a difficulty believing it. Even so, Isleen’s visions had developed while she had been growing in their old home. Many times over he had seen the accuracy even if they had been vague at times. Repeatedly he had seen them come true. Why was he feeling a sense of doubt now?

Because he wanted her vision and declaration to be true. Ethan needed it all to be true.

How could it be, though? For the vampire male half breed to be able to have everything in his life that he wanted? That was the fantasy. In this land she was telling him that he could have his mate. That he could be grown into his powers. Have powerful allies to control what he had always wanted. To have his mother returned to him. Genuinely have the Blackbird name rise again to power. What would Nemesis say?

Ethan buried his face in his hands while his elbows rest on his bare knees. It had been a difficulty to figure out how to grow in the world without his mother. She had been the light in his life. The one thing before Isleen to bring a sense of sanity to his turmoil of a life. Constantly he had been plagued with uncertainty of what he was. It had been Azrail to accept him while others had tried to tame the darkness. Thankfully, Isleen accepted him for what he was.

If Azrail was indeed alive….the thought started to take over everything within his soul. The threat of tears began, though he pushed them down. Not yet. Until he was within her presence would he wait for that cascade of relief. Until he was upon his knees before her.

The feel of Isleen’s weight on the bed beside him and her warmth helped bring his mind back to the room. Ethan took a slowly inhaled breath before sitting up straighter and allow his forearms to sag across his knees. ”Neveah.” The name was spoken quietly, though there was no hint of disdain. She was Isleen’s mother. The red-haired vampiress had left her daughter with Kiba and Nami for safe rearing. It had been one of the best things she could have done.

Ethan looked to his mate with a hazed looked in his red orbs. It was then that he was able to smile just as she apologized. ”What are you saying sorry for?” His head was cocked to the side as the light returned to his gaze as well as his face. ”You have brought me news of the only other woman in my life that gives me joy. If you are telling me that I can have my mate, my sister Teu, and my mother all at once….I am the luckiest male in existence.”

The brute turned to grab her in his arms in order to haul her form onto his grasp. One leg moved to be on the side of her so Isleen could be rested against his chest while circled by his bare legs. Arms were wrapped tightly around her form while his head rested in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent to bring a sense of calm. ”This is a gift. Despite all the taverns across the continents….that still means she is here. We will find her. What a gift you have given me so early in the waking hours, my love.” He nuzzled his face into her neck before pulling back his lips to bare his sharp canines. Lightly he grazed them along her exposed skin before giving her a small nip. It was not enough to break her skin, but enough to give a light sting from a lover. ”What a productive morning you have had on your walk. Though you left the bed cold for me.”

He pulled back with a devilish smirk on his face before he placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. ”I ask this already knowing the answer: will you search with me? To find Azrail? Find the Mother that understands me deep in the soul, such as yourself?” His grasp weakened slightly as he still attempted to control the thought of finally being with the blonde vampiress that had brought him up in the tumultuous world. He had rejected the blood lineage granted to him through his biological parents for that of the Blackbirds. He would be by her side again with the help of his Heart. His mate. Isleen.

Author: Isleen Amara, Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2019 7:24 PM, Post Subject: Ramé | p.r.

In the old world, the seer had visions fairly frequently. The God of Death had plucked her as she was blossoming into womanhood due to this gift. He did not work with her to refine the skill. He simply wanted to manipulate her. It did not help that prior to her blessing, she began to dabble in hemomancy and even necromancy. The hybrid could still remember the panic she felt when she questioned if that was why she had been chosen when chatting with Ethan. During this same conversation, she came to the conclusion that she would never fully belong with her father or family. They were too clean, too pure. She did not feel the need to defend the innocents or heal the weak. The wolf desired little more than spending time with her Pack. She and Ethan never truly talked about him joining her in the Temple of Death. It sort of just happened. Due to this, Isleen could not determine exactly the dark knight decided to walk this path beside her. She never questioned if he was chasing power despite the fact before her, he had served a goddess.It didn’t seem to matter - none of the details did. She was simply happy not to be alone.

Somewhere between then and now, the pair fell madly in love. Ethan was her first for everything, though she was not his. The dark haired beauty thanked her lucky stars that somehow she had been enough to keep his attention and fidelity. The man defied all logic when it came to his unyielding loyalty to her. Through their recent turmoil, she was learning to accept their happiness instead of looking for problems.

Her cool gaze stared at him with panic, impatiently waiting for him to comprehend what she had just shouted out. The girl kept fidgeting as he slowly woke up. In their past life, the girl had been a seer. However, she had not experienced a single vision until recently. The girl had assumed the transition had decimated her ability. Something about watching her father horrifically die on the battlefield broke down a mental barrier and suddenly her glimpses of the future came pouring back. Isleen knew she needed training but was too proud to ask for it again.

The wolf stared at him anxiously, waiting for a response. His nakedness would have been a welcomed distraction any other time. “I had a vision,” she whined as he stared at the ground. Then she realized, she had never actually met Azrail. This could have been anyone. Isleen suddenly hated herself at not thinking about that sooner. But still, she was certain. “She’s - she’s with Neveah.” Her tone was soft and cool, nearly devoid of emotion. “I wish I could tell you more. My best guess is in a tavern but surely there are hundreds across the continents. They must live, though. I’ve never seen the past or another plane. She must be here somewhere.” She took a seat next to him but did not touch him, uncertain of how he was feeling with this limited information.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. She felt both useless and destructive.

Author: Ethan Blackbird, Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2019 5:26 PM, Post Subject: Ramé | p.r.

Lazily the male lulled his head as Isleen had left their warm bed. One eye had opened as his mate sat up to slip quietly out of bed. He traced a tired finger along her warm flesh as she left before he fell back asleep. Sleep patterns varied for Ethan depending on the necessities of the day or night. Since things had begun to fall back into a normal pattern, the vampire male followed the sleeping pattern of his love. Shifting in the sheets, he allowed a hand to sprawl across the bed to feel the warmth left behind on her side of the bed.

Sleep took him again until the bedroom door flew open to slam against the wall. In one swift movement, Ethan was sitting up shirtless with dagger in hand. The scent of Isleen came to him before his eyes could focus on the panting woman. ”What in blazes is going on,” he managed to question groggily. Finger and thumb pinched the bridge of his nose while attempting to process her rushed words.

”Give me a second, my heart. I’m not really awake yet. What has gotten you so worked up this early.” The male scooted across the bed to sit with legs swung over her side of the bed. Feet felt cold on the wooden floor which made him hiss in complaint. Ethan still had the sheet rested across his lap to be the only thing covering his form. He enjoyed sleeping in his naked skin, especially since Isleen was not as inclined against it any longer.

Rolling his shoulder to wake up his muscles, the pair brute scratched his head before looking up at the now suddenly calm woman. Their gazes locked that told him what she had to say was quite serious. Words were spoken. He was sure of it, but it was as if he suddenly went deaf.

”What?” His lips were pressed tightly together while staring up at Isleen. This couldn’t be true. ”How do you know this?” Words were tense as he narrowed his gaze at her. She was no liar. Not to him at least. How was any of this possible?

A tightening in his chest took control over him as he lowered his head into his hands. Elbows were resting on his bare knees as he stared at the ground. Azrail was alive. Mother was alive. Ethan stared at the cold wooden floor beneath his feet, though it was as if he saw nothing. All that his sight could take in was the blonde hair that belonged to his beloved mother. The vampiress had been his everything from a young age. It had been she that accepted all that he had been even when he was not falling into line with the Family. Azrail had given him purpose and love.

The male swallowed hard as he looked up at his mate. ”Tell me everything. Do you know where she is?” Voice wavered. Would his mother want to see him again? Would she accept the man that he had grown into? Azrail had been gone for a long time. It had been years to where he had grown from disgruntled teenager into a man. Searching gaze was desperate as he looked at the Seer.

Author: Isleen Amara, Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2019 6:57 PM, Post Subject: Ramé | p.r.

Step. Point. Step. Point.

The smell of salt water tickled her nose as the girl walked along the docks. The sun slowly began to set on the horizon. Twilight had become her favorite time of day, no matter if it were before dusk or as the sun rose. Previously, she preferred the former. Something about the darkness allowing the sun’s rays to dance across the sky for a few more moments before devouring the plane made her heart flutter. The rosy hue reflecting upon the waves offered her some serenity before the games of night started. However, the a fondness grew in her heart for the latter whilst living in Vilpamolan. The sunrise across the shoreline was simply magnificent since they were on the east coast.

Pivot. Step. Point. Step. Point.

Isleen snuck out of bed without disturbing Ethan so she could enjoy a few moments to herself. They were doing better, healthy even, but she still had a need for solitude. He did not fight her on this fact. Though they both were part wolf and part vampire, their social interactions were quite different. He would be her refinement and she his wilderness. They agreed to be more accountable to each other after discovering they both suffered from serious abandonment issues. The pair were broken at best but among all the chaos and deceit, they found solace in each other.

Merchants were packing up their wares, knowing the city was shifting into a less savory place. She did not care. Isleen walked with an air of confidence that comes with knowing she was one of the baddest wolves in town. The fact she had an incredibly dangerous mate only made things worse. Then factor in if things were really bad and her family needed to get involved? It was all over for that poor sucker. The day where everyone knew Isleen Amara was not one to fool with was quickly approaching. The hybrid could feel it in her bones.

She glanced at the double booked and nodded. It was time to head back so he didn’t wake up alone. The dark haired hopped off the sea wall with a huff. “Shit,” she cursed, feeling herself suddenly lose balance. The girl reached for a leyline as a jolt of energy. As her feet made contact, her body went limp and her eyes fluttered shut. Crumpled against the wall, her vision shifted.

Glimmers of light pulsed slowly forward, displacing the darkness, until the scene became illuminated. A woman with molten lava hair danced closely with another. The music was loud but not louder than the sounds of the bustling tavern. Games were being placed at various tables. There was little need for the fireplaces beyond light because the sheer number of bodies surely would’ve kept the place warm. Like a candle’s flame, the vision shifted from side to side as if adjusting itself. The silhouette of a blonde woman formed moments before darkness consumed everything - everything but a set of golden eyes.

Isleen gasped and panted against the wall, blue eyes bright and wide. She scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as she could to the inn she and Ethan had been stayed. The innkeeper called out to her to see if she was okay but there was no time. The wolf burst into the room, door slamming against the wall. She kicked back to close it with her heel. “My love! Ethan! I must, I must tell you something, get up, up at once!” she rambled, pacing side to side. She finally stopped. The girl made direct eye contact, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. “She lives - Azrail. I’m sure of it.” Her hands rubbed against each other anxiously.