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503 [Year ]

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Male

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Male [him/his/he]

Orientation:

Heterosexual

Breed:

Baroque Pinto Mustang X

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17.2 hh

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10-15-2019, 10:39 AM

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03-06-2019
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Honey, I wanna break youI wanna throw you to the hounds
full alias: kassian luxuria devereux
playlist: if our desire tore free
moodboard: so we set the world on fire
face detail: pale mask, shadowed flecks
eye color: gunmetal white
hair color: smooth ivory
hair style: dishevelled tresses, wildly mused
scent: leather, rose, amber, cinnamon, tobacco
coat: black overo
markings: skull, chest and forelimbs show ivory webbing
other markings: intricate black webbing upon face
inking: --
build: wildish, rugged, muscular
breed: baroque mix
yeah I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth
than2HE IS A HOT-BLOODED ANGEL, DRIPPING OF SIN AND HUNGER AND VICE. HIS SCENT IS THAT OF LEATHER, ROSE AND AMBER – MINGLED WITH TOBaCcO AND UNDERTONES OF WARM, SPICY CINNAMON. HE SMELLS OF DARK INTOXICATING NIGHTS, TWISTED HOLINESS AND RAW MASCULINITY. AN ANGEL OF LIGHT AND SHADOW, HIS BODY IS SLEEK AND DELICIOUSLY ATHLETIC; sinuous MALE LINES, RIPPLING WITH MUSCLE AND THE FERAL PROMISE OF A WILD ANIMAL. HIS BODY IS ALLURING LIKE A SNAKE’S. UNDENIABLY RUGGED, AND ELEGANTLY VIRILE. TOWERING OVER SEVENTEEN HANDS, HE HAS A LONG, POWERFULLY-BUILT PHYSIQUE THAT MOVES LIKE A SERPENT’S; VIPERINE MUSCLES, TONED, COILING AND LEAN, DESCENDING HIS FRAME IN TANGLED WEBS OF HARSH ONYX AND SULTRY IVORY.

than2TALL, LITHE AND POWERFULLY BUILT, KASSIAN IS A SLENDER LEVIATHAN OF DIVINE ELEGANCE AND SMOTHERING SENSUALITY. THE BLACKNESS STRETCHES OVER HIM LIKE SILK DISEASE. HE HAS A SMOOTH, DARKLY HANDSOME PROFILE. HIS VISAGE IS PALE AND BEAUTIFUL. CHISELED FEATURES SHARP AND ALL-CONSUMING; FLECKED IN SWARTHY DARKNESS, THEN LACED BY SEDUCTIVE TRACES OF SILVER. HE IS A BEWITCHING MONGREL OF MUSTANG, Pinto AND FRIESIAN LINES; THE MIXED HERITAGE EVIDENT IN HIS TALL, FEATHERED POSE AND LOOMING APPEARANCE. UPON HIS MARBLED FLESH, TOWERING BEHIND TWO SMOOTHLY-CHISELED, VULPINE EARS, AN EBONY CROWN RISES; HOT AND SHARP, NESTLED AMIDST THE TANGLED LENGTHS OF WILDLY PALE, PORCELAIN TENDRILS. THEY CONTOUR HIS FACE, CURVING OUTWARD LIKE A TWISTED, DEVILISH HALO. HIS EYES ARE A PIERCING SHADE OF GUNMETAL WHITE, without pupils, AND FRAMED BY THICK, ONYX LASHES. his eyes seem to ooze out of his skull in a bright, burning light. HIS LIPS ARE FANGED; SMOOTH AND SENSUAL, OFTEN CURVED INTO AN ARROGRANT GRIN.

Honey, I wanna break youI wanna throw you to the hounds
con: cold. stoic. selfish. adamant. consuming. viperous. narcissistic. apathetic. cruel. lawless. voracious. greedy. hungry. volatile. unpredictable. brooding. secretive. pro: elegant. sensual. mysterious. bewitching. masculine. gentlemanly. devilish. playful. darkly romantic. lion-hearted. assertive. calculating. passionate.
yeah I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth
than2WHO LIVES THEIR MORTAL LIFE, SUFFERING MORTAL LOVE; ONLY TO FIND MORTAL DEATH IN THE END? IF WE COULD BE IMMORTAL, TOGETHER; IT WOULD BE THE KIND OF LOVE, THAT WRITES ITSELF AMONG THE STARS. HE LIES IN DARKNESS. HE BATHES IN RUINATION. OUR FALLEN ANGEL SLEEPS ON BONES MADE FROM THE SKELETONS OF A BROKEN HEAVEN. DARK AND IMPOSING, KASSIAN IS A HOT-BLOODED MALE THAT DRIPS OF ELEGANT CRIMINALITY. HE IS A STOIC GENTLEMAN. A WINTER SOLDIER. FIERCE, PASSIONATE, LION-HEARTED AND BRAVE.

than2Assertive; imperious; kassian is a man, you’d loathe to cross. All steel-silk MUSCLES AND empty, leviathans’ hunger that which ached with the screams of souls, possessed. Better to be astride him. Beside him. Better to be possessed by the mad wolf and saddled into submission upon that coffin. Upon That bed. Better his carnal kisses of lips, so tender. Than to feel the bloodlust of his venom and fang-filled, wrath. For what good are you, to him; if you linger up above? If you try, and dare, tame this wolf? O, For up above, you will fall. As angels have surely fallen from a crumbling heaven. The devil. will pull you under. and is our fallen angel, naught the wicked temptation? That lucifer song? All come-hither masculinity and delicious angles, carved of sensual malice? Does he naught make violence; beautiful? Darest you, sayeth; irresistible - even?

HE BREATHES CHAOS - DESIRE. HOW OUR ANGEL LOVES TO SUFFER, BY THE WRATH OF HIS OWN ADDICTIONS AND violent design. HE IS THE KIND OF ANGEL TO BREATHE VENOM, INTO HIS LOVERS' VEINS - OFFERING THE CURE; ONLY AFTER THE FINAL BREATH IS DRAWN. BENEATH THE WARMTH OF HIS PALE, SILKEN BREAST, OUR SANGUINE ANGEL KNOWS ETERNITY IS HIS SALVATION. THE COVENANTED WORSHIP, THAT WHICH KEEPS HIS HEART, A L I V E. HE KNOWS THAT THE MORTAL PLANE, WILL NEVER SUFFICE. NOR SATE THE FAMINE-MOUTHS OF AN EMPTY SHELL. OR THAT HIS HUNGER MAY NEVER BE CURED BY WORLDLY, CARNAL PLEASURES OF THE FLESH. NOR SATISFY APPETITES, BY DEVOURING Materialism and Wealthy resplendence.

O, WHAT IF OUR SOULS WERE NOT CAGED BY BODIES? WHAT IF OUR SOULS, COULD DRIFT BEYOND HEAVEN? BEYOND HELL? TIED NEITHER TO THE PHYSICAL PLANE, TO LIVE AMONGST THE RUINATION OF HUMANITY; NOR TO THE BROKEN PROMISES OF HUNGRY HEARTS, and even hungrier, men? ETERNITY WITH HIM, WOULD TASTE LIKE THE SUN. THE MOON. THE OCEAN. THE STARS. AN EVER BINDING EMBRACE, CONSUMED BY BOTH VIOLENCE, AND LOVE. THE KIND OF VIOLENCE AND LOVE, THAT HAS BIRTHED GALAXIES and consumed gods. I CAN MAKE you iMMORTAL, WITH A KISS; HE ( THE DEVIL) SAYs.

SCANDINAVIAN LEGENDS, WHISPER THE FABLE. THE NIGHTMARE. LORE TOLD OF WITCHES, WRAITHS AND SIRENS. HARPIES, WHOM DEVOURED SOULS AND BROUGHT WARRIOR MEN, DOWN TO THEIR KNEES; BURIED ALONGSIDE UNMARKED GRAVES. THERE IS NOTHING OF THIS WORLD, THIS UNIVERSE THAT MAY SATISFY THE WICKED. THE WOUNDED. THE DERANGED. VIOLENCE, BESOUGHT VIOLENCE. HUNGER, WARRANTS HUNGER. PASSION, DEVOURS PASSION. HATE BREEDS HATE. AND SO HIS MOTHER WAS CRUEL AND VICIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL. A LILAC-HAIRED DEMONESS, TAMELESS AND HUNGRY. HOW SHE POSSESSED ALL THE UNDOMESTICATED GRACE OF A FEMALE PREDATOR FALLEN IN THROES OF NEED, PASSION AND SAVAGE YEARNING.

IN HER ENDLESS IMMORTALITY, THIS DEMONESS HAD LOVED, CONSUMED AND DEVOURED MANY. A DEVILISH SUCCUBUS OF THE UNDERWORLD, SHE WERE THE SIN AND ECLIPSING HUNGER THAT MANKIND PINED AND ACHED FOR. YET STILL AN EMPTY VOID LAY WITHIN THIS CRUEL QUEEN, THIS WITCH TEMPTRESS. TO SATE. TO DEVOUR. TO CONSUMATE. TO FILL. WHERE HER HEART HAD ONCE, LIVED; NOW CURL THE ACID-WHITE JAWS OF FAMINE, PESTILENCE AND DEATH. AND SO ONE EVENING, AMID THE THROES OF SACRIFICIAL BLOOD AND THE SCREAMS OF MALICIOUS DEMONS; BENEATH THE ASH-DUSTED GARDENS OF AN EMPTY BABYLON; THE DEVIL HEARD THE GIRL'S HUNGER, AND CAME TO HER IN THE FORM OF A SERPENT. TOGETHER THEY FORNICATED AND LUSTED; SLEPT IN A BED OF BONES AND BLOOD AND SILK, AS HIS MOTHER RELINQUISHED HER CURVES BENEATH TANGLED SHEETS OF SIN, PASSION AND UNHOLY DESIRE.

THUS HE IS BORNE OF THE DEVIL’S SEED AND HOW HE DRIPS OF PURE UNADULTERATED EVIL. THE DARKNESS IS HIS RELEVATION; HIS MOTHER; THE FERAL WOMB THAT SURROUNDS THE SUPERNATURAL, THAT ACCOMPANIED HIM LIKE A LOVER AT BIRTH. HE WAS BORN DEAD, DEAD, DEAD; BUT BREATHED UNTO LIFE BY THE DEVIL'S BLOOD, THAT COURSES HIS VEINS. HE CRAWLS FROM HIS UNMARKED GRAVE LIKE A PLAGUE, A DISEASE. A SERPENT IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN, HE NOW HUNTS FOR HIS EVE.

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Passive Magic

yeah I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth
dead angel.

he died once. wraith-like and tempestuous, his image is that of a fallen angel. he is an undead angel. he is a wraith. a ghoul. a phantom paramour, carved of dark revelations. his eyes are too-white: hot, violent, seething like acid. his jaws possess the fangs of a vampire, while his blood drips of unholy sin, blacker, than black. he shrugs ivory scales, the way a snake shrugs dead skin off its body; slowly, creepy and undulating. coiling against his frame as a lover might - the white shroud - drifting across him, like the translucent wings of a butterfly, tracing his powerful physique in spectral mists of ghastly, ghastly silver. he reeks of the unearthly, the ghoulish. the damned. a haunting seduction of violent, macabre melody, that constantly stalks, and prowls his wake; following him like demonic music pulled from the bowels of hell. as an undead angel, he is constantly hungry, greedy and voracious. consuming everything in his path. black blood oozes from the wraith's steps, sticky like sin and bold, rotten sweetness. with the image of an angel, he is constantly seeking out his next eden.




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yeah I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth
scythe: a hellish dual-ended scythe, long and meticulously carved; its thick blades, curved with malice. its shaft is made of black iron with decorative crimson sigils running down its length; while ornate skulls lace beneath the larger of the two blades, dangling ritualistically.



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