The bayou is a dangerous place under the full moon.
Returning soon. New blog can be found here.
Just letting all know who are still here, yes, I disappeared. Life got hellish. Lincoln will be returning. Sometime in the next month. I am revamping him and giving him a shiney new account. ;)
OPEN, MUTUALS.
❝ Is d’his a social call — or do ya get ya kicks wonderin’ in d’he swamp ? ❞ The wolf, he didn’t care the answer. Only that someone new had crossed his path & he debated on whether he could take a chance on a free meal or let them be.
atticus tipped his head to the side, trying to rack his brain and figure out why that name sounded so familiar. a moment of clarity washed over him and he straightened up, letting a soft ‘oh’ when it finally hit him. “that’s you?” he chuckled. atticus had heard stories, mostly legends and myths from the mouths of superstitious humans, but considering his own history, he figured there had to be some truth to them, right? “weird——” a chuckle escapes him, “——i always figured you’d be taller,” he commented offhand before stepping forward and offering a hand in greeting. “mothman. at your service.”
❝ i ain’t in my natural shape. ain’t hunting either. not anymore. ❞ he sniffed the air; NOT GOOD WITH BEING SOCIAL, lincoln hesitated on returning the gesture. he studied the mothman instead. a moment to look over his form and natural curve. a chance to gauge physical strength. it was a second before he reached out with CLAWED hand and took the others. he stepped closer in that instant and learned the scent on the other. his red eyes faded to human blue while he released the hand. ❝ lincoln. d’here’s some camper left over d’he hill if ya hungry. ❞
I’m off tomorrow (but will be going in for a few hours) and off Wednesday. I’ll make tomorrow reply day and on Wednesday do some summer cleaning and rewrites for this blog. It needs it. The hiatus was good for me. Doing a couple of replies and then bed.
if you made a verse for linc in the percy jackson universe who would his godly parent be? :o
He’d be the son of Athena. With no doubt, he’d be one of her demigod sons.
This is not the way into my heart, into my head Into my brain, into none of the above This is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me This spark of black that I seem to love
. “ it’s polite for ya t’announce ya’self when ya tramplin’ on someone else’s huntin’ ground. ” for lincoln, it had been a polite greeting to another kindred. he could have easily mauled him like a rapid dog. behaved like the stereotypes written about in modern media. chased down & ate the mailman for fun. he stopped thirty feet from them and stood. . “ d’he name’s lincoln. some call me lee, most linc and d’he rest call me lincoln. gonna keep d’his civil or ya wantin’ to play who makes d’he better chewtoy ? ”
he paused, lips pursed in thought when he saw the remains of SOMETHING splattered across the strangers face. “——i suppose whatever purpose i had here is now settling into your stomach.” putting two and two together seemed easy enough. the vision atticus saw before his arrival was much less bloodyandFERALbut now he was questioning why the hell this man was stalking about the woods like this. “——-the hell are you supposed to be?”
lincoln stepped into the moonlight. the rags of a shirt ( what had BEEN a shirt at one time ) was used to clean away the dark smears across his body. his eyes glowed brighter in the light of the moon. he scratched idly at the hair that dusted his chest while he looked the man over. “ ya don’t know, beau ? i’m d’he rougarou. and you gone and wondered in here while i was enjoy m’ meal. least ya could do is introduce ya’self. ”
. “ and is d’here a reason ya keep lookin’ at me, when ya think i don’t notice ya doin’ it ? ”
Her matter of dress hadn’t been a concern to him. Lincoln had SEEN stranger on Bourbon Street. Her strength had been the catalyst for which he had been drawn to. He could smell it on her. A woman who’d be an alpha in her own right were she his kin. He perched, well away from her, but in her sights. . “ You lost, sha ? Seem a shame. Ya wanderin’ around, lookin’ like somethin’ good to eat. ”
A fatal flaw, one often used against him, had been his CURIOUS nature. She had smelled unlike anything he’d crossed before. A scent that reminded him of hot pepper and clove. It drew him in. Despite his curiosity for her, his claws were drawn. Bared for his protection as he approached with sharpened fangs. “ What are you? ”
The beast had returned. The second meeting of predators. Lincoln had followed ‘’ the dragons ‘’ scent to its den. One curious, moonless night. Patiently, the wolf had waited for the man to return home. In the dark of his living room, the only glow came from Lincon’s eyes. When he spoke, his cajun accent was thick and hoarse.
“ Ya need ta have a stronger door ta keep d’real monsters out, mon cher. ” He could see him clearly through the darkness, but made no attempt to move. He was comfortable where he lounged.
Flecked with blood; adorned with the remnant of his latest prey, Lincoln Bradbury stood bare in the wood with his glaring red eyes narrowed at the stranger. The rougarou lowered his body to the ground with his palm pressed in the earth while his head tilted curiously to the side. “ you don’t be smellin’ like any human i done smelled before, sha. ya got a PURPOSE being here, mon ami ? ”