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[GREYSON CHARLES CYPRIEN]

I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
ENOUGH TO MAKE MY SYSTEMS BLOW
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a groan escaped partially parted lips as the sleeping form rolled into his own pile of drool, apparently intrigued with the dream he had been having. he was at peace in his dream, something that wasn't often true in reality. lost in a forest, he could hear a maiden calling to him in distress. he could see her from afar and yet, he couldn't reach her in time to cease her tears. she was quite beautiful with a mane of golden locks that cascaded over her bare shoulders. it was odd for someone such as greyson cyprien to have such peaceful dream but he it didn't last all that long. retracting from his pillow, he squinted through the sunlight that broke through the shades of his window. why they were open, he did not know. "woman, i outta...." kill her? yeah, like that was going to happen. the slaves of the pack were well aware of the power that their masters possessed - such powers that shouldn't be tested out. at the same time, his own slave was probably aware he wouldn't live up to the idea of hurting her. not physically, anyway.

grey continued to mutter under his breath as he wandered over to the window and pulled the shades shut roughly. he was clad in only a pair of boxers; the rest of his clothing strewn about his large bed chamber. he'd been quite out of it the previous night, intoxicated beyond any point of coherence. kicking his jeans out of the way, he continued on with his quiet rant. "damn woman, why the hell do i even keep you alive?" few of the slaves enjoyed their jobs but they all did as they were told out of fear. well, it seemed all except for the one he was forced to be stuck with. failing to find his robe or any sort of clothing to cover up his nearly naked torso, greyson settled at the foot of his bed. his head was throbbing and yelling as he usually tended to wasn't going to do him any good.

noticing the bottle that had carelessly been dropped on the floor the night before, grey bent over to examine it. the bottle of jack had been nearly full the previous night and was now was rendering at less than half full. he opened it to take a small swig, letting the stale whiskey burn the back of his throat. it wasn't a particularly popular time of day to go about drinking but greyson was by no means a conformist. then again, he wasn't much of a drinker either. he couldn't recall much of what had happened the previous night and on that note, he realized he probably didn't care.

he moved to pull his clothing on, putting on the same ones from the day before. hey, they were still relatively clean so who was he to care who questioned him on them? seriously, he had his doubts that was even going to happen. he did his best to keep his distance from others but being a lycan, a creature who fed off others, it was inevitable that he would come across someone. the alcohol surging through his system only further taunted him with hunger...wanting something greasy for breakfast. perhaps a homeless guy? that was greasy enough for him.

without so much as a warning to his other pack members, he waltzed out the doors of the queen mary. he had direct orders to be careful when leaving, but rarely took them into account. he did as he wanted. if approached about it later, he'd laugh it off with some sort of ridiculous joke. the entire pack had their panties in a bunch as of late, something about defeating the vampires. whereas he was loyal to his clan, grey saw it in his best interest to feed himself before worrying about the chaos of war. he'd seen enough of that in his time.

it hadn't taken much walking, perhaps twenty minutes in the warm air, before greyson found himself in a place he found comforting: the cemetery. he preferred it at night but even in the morning air, the lulling souls here seemed peaceful. he'd take it over sitting around a bunch of old crusty lycans who wanted to tell him what to do. here at least, he could prey upon someone. he'd already taken out the sleazy groundskeeper and a few graverobbers, but those were in the dead of night. he wasn't all too sure a meal would wander across him in broad daylight, but a lazy lycan could still hope. he buried himself on his back in the tall grass, tucking his arms behind him. well, might as well let the sun warm him as he waited.

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[CONNOR DEVLIN MCMURPHY]

AT LAST THE SUN IS SHINING
THE CLOUDS OF BLUE ROLL BY

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Murphy glanced about, his sunglass shielded eyes taking in the vast sight before him. Here he was, standing in the middle of the La Cruz cemetery in the middle of the day waiting on some joker to show up so that they he could buy a particularly crafted knife off the guy. Rumor has it that this particular knife had been handcrafted back in the eighteen hundreds by some blacksmith who had his hand in some black magic. Since then the knife had floated around taking its turn in disappearing and reappearing over the years; each time coming back with some additional lore attached to it. Word had it then even a centuries old witch had her hands on it for a while and put some sort of protective spell on it. All in all it sounded like a pretty wicked knife and murph wanted it; and usually what he wanted he got. It was going to cost him a pretty penny, a couple grand to be exact, but that was of no concern to him. He could make that money back with a couple days’ worth of hustling if he played his cards right. And if playing cards, pool and darts did not cover it, well then he guessed he could always turn to the other type of hustling; though that was usually a last resort type of thing, if he was really hard up on cash.

A snap of a twig caused the hunter to whip around, right arm falling on the berretta he had tucked into waistband of his jeans. Rolling his eyes as he saw that it was merely the clown he was meeting he dropped his hand to his side. tha fuck took yah so long? he demanded. Murphy closed the distance between the two of them, his lips twitching into a slight smirk as he saw the guy flinch. Good. The guy in question was scrawny, beady eyed and really slimy looking. Someone who knew how to get things when you wanted them and would not ask questions as long as you had the right amount of cash. He wasn’t someone you wanted to be friends with, but he was definitely someone you wanted to know; especially in this business. ay’ve been waiting ‘ere a fuckin’ hour, you’re late murphy stated. sorry man, got uhh, a little caught up with a fine little brunette number. murphy raised an eyebrow, not really believing that this guy could get anything that was remotely fine, especially without paying for it. tha’ hooker yer always talkin’ ‘bout? he asked, words laced with humor. Murphy watched as the slimeball flushed a dark shade of red before shaking his head, lips curling back to reveal a mouth full of missing teeth. Yup this guy pays for anything he gets.

I thought you wanted to buy a knife, pretty boy he snarled. Rolling his eyes murphy reached into his back pocket and produced an envelope, opening it and thumbing through it, taking out two hundred dollars before holding the envelope out to the guy. two hundred dollar deduction for keepin’ me waitin’ he stated as he stuffed the loose bills into his front pocket. He watched carefully as the guy seemed to consider the offer before accepting the envelope; smoothly slipping the knife into murphs hand at the same time. pleasure doin’ business with you pretty boy, don’t hesitate to call if you need anything else the slimeball leered before making a hasty exit, disappearing between the grand tombstones. Murphy shuddered slightly, thoroughly grossed out that he had just been checked out by that creep.

note ta self, always meet ‘im in broad daylight in a public place. he muttered to himself as he walked along, examining the knife. It didn’t look like anything special, but the best weapons never did. He put the knife into his back pocket, exchanging it for the cigarette and lighter. Pulling out a cigarette pack he replaced the pack and moved to light the cancer stick, he flicked his thumb over the lighter causing sparks to ignite but no flame. Frowning he tried again, again, again and one more time after that. fer fucks sake. he complained, shaking the lighter in his hand. He tried once more with the result being the same as the first four times, nothing but minimal sparks. With a sigh he pitched the lighter towards a garbage can on the outskirts of a row of graves, but of course it missed completely and sailed into the tall grass. A fresh frown pulled his lips down as he watched the red lighter disappear, great now he was going to be a litterbug unless he found the damn thing. Stomping over to the grass like a petulant child he began looking for the tiny piece of plastic, mumbling to himself about creepy salesman, damn piece of shit lighters and needing to quit smoking; his Irish lit more pronounced than ever.

WITH FLAMES FROM THE DRAGON OF DARKNESS
THE SUNLIGHT BLINDS HIS EYES

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[GREYSON CHARLES CYPRIEN]

I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
ENOUGH TO MAKE MY SYSTEMS BLOW
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when his immortality came into question, greyson could honestly say he didn’t care about it either way. as with anything, it had its pros and cons, neither of which really outweighed the other. for each negative attribute of his lifestyle that he came up with, he could come up with an equally weighted positive. so really, he stopped trying to compare the situation. whereas things could have grown exhaustingly boring day after day, grey saw each mundane day as a way to fix the mistakes of the day before. then again, he didn’t really think he made that many mistakes in his life. just like an artist, he believed every mismanaged step, every wrong stroke, could be corrected by the dawning of a new day. mind you, he was no philosopher, or any fancypants like that, but at least it gave him some perspective. right? after all, being alive for a hundred plus years meant you had time to search for some meaning to life, some answers to the big scheme of things. but truth be told, greyson was too lazy to care. he wanted to party and have fun…and of course, fill the insatiable need for flesh.

so while the young(or at least relatively young compared to the elders of his species) lycan could think of one hundred reasons while he loved the wolf that was his character, there was one that always seemed to weigh down on his shoulders. well, nothing was ever perfect..and this was his major downside. of course, it was the hunger. on more than one occasion it had gotten to him, creating an uncontrollable being that frighten the one’s he loved. for the most part, greyson had learned to curb this appetite….but it was always threatening to break free from the mental restraints. one day, it would be inevitable, that he would lose control. going even a few days without feeding was like having the energy and hydration from his body slowly sucked through a straw, weakening him with each moment that passed. whereas humans were warned of their hunger through their stomachs and brains informing them, greyson’s kind (and any supernatural being, really) felt it through every inch of their undead bodies. without feeding, the hunger snapped at his veins, taunted his mind, and tormented his heart. without feeding, he was maniacal killer.

thus, that was exactly why grey found himself in his current location. the hunger had crept up on him, making him feel like some primordial being that needed to listen to his most basic of instincts. he had worked oh-so-hard to keep himself in check these last ten years, and he wasn’t about to blow it now. as previously stated, it was clear that grey did not hate being immortal. however, he had to admit that vampires, and pretty much any other immortal species, had it easier than his kind. they could feed off the blood or energy of the mortal insolence of the world, while still leaving them intact. the same could not be said for his victims. he was a lycan, needing flesh to continue to thrive. as far as he was aware, ripping the flesh off someone always meant their death…no way around that. he attempted to sustain his energy from the wildlife in the area or bodies from the morgue, but they did little for his energy and health. while such things tied him over temporarily, having a diet of only the previous mentioned things would mean his demise. and so, the careless greyson cyprien was actually careful as to who became his victims. those who did wrong unto the world or didn’t deserve their life…even the fresh leftovers from demons…were his greatest targets. still, it wasn’t the most glamorous aspect of immortality. all those hollywood movies made it look much more pleasant.

even though a meal was on his mind, grey had grown completely content with the idea of lying in the cemetery grass for hours on end. despite being awake for only an hour or so, slumber was something that always tempted him….almost as much as hunger. really, he had very few ambitions. life could wait…it wasn’t like he was going to die anytime soon. a heavy sigh was emitted as he settled into a comfortable position, not quite expected to be interrupted. there was the chance of someone coming to visit a lost loved one, but he doubted that very much. he learned quickly that the inhabitants of san diego often had much more seemingly important things to do than visit the deceased. living in california provided grey saw many of those stuck up little pricks. hell, most of them graced his bedroom.

half asleep, greyson failed to notice the muttering and rustling of footsteps through the uncut grass. it wasn’t until he felt something hit him in the gut that he jolted awake, looking for the source of the assault. ”the hell…?” ignoring the lighter that had hit him, grey quickly found his way to his feet, casting a quick glance around. it was the scent that met him before anything else, providing him with some insight as to what was coming his way…and furthermore, who had decided to throw a lighter at him. letting the wolf overcome him, grey took a deep breath and breathed in the stench that the wind carried to him. it was a mortal, he could tell that from the putrid smell immediately, but it wasn’t anyone native to the area. after all, this wandered lacked the air of fast food and burger joints.

the figure came into sight before grey could determine more about him, allowing himself little time to glance him over. all he knew was that this man was likely to be a means to an end…of his hunger. he could feel his clothes growing tight, telling him that his body was changing rapidly, to the form he was most comfortable in. his eyes flashed a hint of yellow, large canines extending through his palette. rare as it was for him to take a second in pause, grey had, lucky enough for the mortal. before he was able to transform, he glanced over the slightly familiar form, realizing who he was. ”what kind of fucking moron walks through a cemetery?” well, he could think of plenty of people, but with the war looming overhead, he thought connor mc-whatever quite stupid. ”you almost became puppy chow.” he had no real reason for sparing the hunter, especially because he was a hunter, but the two had been amicable on certain levels. he disliked him outwardly, but liked him deep down…at least a little bit. like hell he’d ever let anyone know that, especially any of his pack.

though he did not care to attack the man, at least not now, greyson’s physical appearance said otherwise. he had halted his transformation, though his eyes and mouth still remained altered, as though ready to pounce given the chance. ”so you’re the one who launched the lighter at me…what gives?” really, he could have cared less….more or less striking up conversation to divert his mind from his stabbing hunger. noting the cigarette pressed to the hunter’s lips, grey pulled his own cigarette from behind his ear, bringing it to his lips and lighting it with the zippo he had pulled from his pocket. it may have been a dirty mortal habit, but it was one he enjoyed. ”oh, did you want this?” he offered an extended hand to him, as though daring him to step forth and grab it. he loved joking around with guys like connor, especially because it was dangerous grounds for either. connor could have easily pulled out a gun with silver bullets and put an end to grey right then and there. as for greyson, he could have just as easily ripped mcmurphy’s throat out. it was a gambling game he rather enjoyed playing.

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[CONNOR DEVLIN MCMURPHY]

AT LAST THE SUN IS SHINING
THE CLOUDS OF BLUE ROLL BY

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as he searched through the grass he cursed his natural disposition to be nice, like could he not be more of hardass? In this hunting game one would think he might be more of a jackass, uncaring about simple mortal things and focusing on just killing anything and everything that threated his existence as well as the rest of the mortals around; especially with the looming war. But no, here he was, concerning himself with such a mundane thing like littering. Searching through what seemed like an endless field of grass for a stupid little plastic lighter, so that he would not be a litterbug. As if him alone making sure that he did not litter was going to solve the worlds problem. As if. As far as murph was concerned the world was going to hell in a hand basket and regardless of whether or not he picked up his piece of shit lighter was not going to do a thing either way. Still, with his odd sense of morals it would nag him if he just up and left without at least attempting to find the lighter to throw it out. He was not about to spend an absurd about of time looking for the damn thing, but he could take five minutes to try and placate the little voice inside of his head that was telling him to pick it up and dispose of it properly.

However, just because he was willing to spend five minute attempting to locate a lighter, he probably would not find, did not mean he was some big push over. No, he could be an arrogant jackass with the best of them; only it took something of an extreme circumstance to do so. Generally he handled everything the same way: facetious humor, a stupid grin and a cigarette dangling between his lips. More than once his flippant nature had caused mortals and supernatural beings a like to underestimate him, which was okay with him; it just gave him the edge. Besides, he liked to think that he usually won over most people with his charming nature anyway; though that could be debatable.


Just as murph was about to give up his search, rustling in the grass, not created by him, caused the Irishman to pause. The hair on the back of his neck rose slightly, an odd tingling sensation crept up his spine; his sense on high alert now. There was someone, or rather something else in the grass with him; definitely of the supernatural nature. Having been born into a family of hunters he was almost certain that it was just some innate sense that alerted him to potential danger. Quirking his head to the side as he finally laid eyes on just exactly who was here with him, the lycan he had formed something of a truce with. Greyson. He would not classify their relationship as that of friendship, but murphy did like the lycan to a certain extent; even if the dude was an asshole. Still though, their truce was based upon mutual respect; greyson knew that he could end his life easy as pie, just as murphy realized the lycan could do the same to him.

puppy chow? Aye doubt it, a nice scratchin’ behind yer ears and you’d ‘ave been rollin’ aroun’ on the ground, beggin’ fer more murphy teased, a small smirk on his face. There went that humor of his again, before he could even think to bite his tongue he was always saying something that tempted fate. Especially when it came to such a powerful creature, he knew that if he did not tread lightly he could easily end up as puppy chow. In fact he might have been lucky that he was not being gnawed on in this instance. He could clearly see that greyson had halted his transformation, his eyes tinted yellow and teeth that would leave more than a love bite. Evidently murphy was almost on the menu and briefly thought about thanking the guy for not trying to eat him; he quickly dismissed that idea though. Thanking the dude would probably give him some sort of ego trip and imply weakness on murphs behalf, which he was not about to do. If that was one thing that his father taught him it was never to show weakness, it would not take long for someone to exploit it. While that advice had saved him countless times, it, however did not do much for forming any sort of emotional connection with someone; he always had to pretend that he was at the top of his game. Still though, he’d forgo that if it meant keeping his ass intact; forget being puppy chow.
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Murph shrugged his shoulders at the question posed to him, well aye apparently ain’t as good of a shot as aye thought he stated. tried to throw it in tha trash can, but aye missed. Didn’t ‘spect it ta hit anyone, especially in tha overgrown grass. he added, pursing his lips lightly; a thought suddenly occurring to him. tha fuck yah doin’ here in the cemetery anyway? he questioned, though it was mostly rhetorical. Murph figured that the guy was hoping for some easy prey, some unsuspecting person there to pay respects to a loved one no doubt; though he thought the lycan usually tried to take out more sleezy characters. Besides, murphy had not seen a soul here since he arrived; the people of san diego seemed to hoity toity to visit those long gone. aye thought tha fresh stuff was more yer scene. Or are yah just some morbid sum’bitch who likes skulking ‘bout cemeteries? he rambled on, cigarette bobbing up and down, stilling hanging from his lips.

the blonde Irishman watched as the lycan produced a cigarette and a working lighter from his pocket, lighting the cigarette before offering the lighter to murph. He regarded greyson carefully, raising an eyebrow as his lips curved into something of a smirk. It was a dangerous game the two of them played, it always seemed to be one or the other that did something to try and make the other person wary. Murphy took a cautious step forward, hesitant for the reason that the male before him was mid transformation and undoubtedly hungry; he did not want to become a Scooby snack. The reassuring weight of the gun in his waist band prompted him to reach out and pluck the proffered zippo before taking a step back, just to be safe.

Besides, if murph had to he’d use the gun. Though he was hoping it never came to it, even though greyson was kind of an asshole, he liked guy strangely enough. Not that he was about to go around broadcasting that, it would probably get him in some hot water with a few of the other hunters; last thing he needed was grief from people who were supposed to be on his side. With practiced ease murphy flicked the lid on the zippo, igniting the flame as he brought it up to the end of the cigarette holding it there till the tip glowed red. Once lit he flipped the lid shut before tossing the lighter back to the lycan, he wasn’t going to get any closer to the guy unless he had to. do yah gotta stay like that? he asked through an exhale of smoke. aye mean its kinda creepy, makes me think you might still be considering me as lunch. he added while gesturing to greysons face, indicating the teeth and yellow eyes. It was not that it scared him, hed been up close and personal with a few lycans in his day, less amicable ones at that. It was just that it was too weird talking to him looking like he was dressed up in some sort of Halloween costume; a deadly one at that.

WITH FLAMES FROM THE DRAGON OF DARKNESS
THE SUNLIGHT BLINDS HIS EYES

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[GREYSON CHARLES CYPRIEN]

I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
ENOUGH TO MAKE MY SYSTEMS BLOW
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morals were something that greyson cyprien severely lacked…or was it manners? well, both actually. the structure of the lycan pack differed severely from that of the vampire coven, and grey embraced his true wolf to the tee. though his kind saw themselves as superior to every other race(typical), they spent much of their time engaging in barbaric practices….acting like the animals they became under the full moon. he vaguely remembered his mother attempting to make him a decent person when he was a boy, but he threw out most of her advice. he slept with a variety of women, not only sticking to his own species, but straying far outside that. before he had learned to control his appetite and have some compassion toward mortals, grey hadn’t much cared what wake the left the dead bodies in. he’d feed as often as he saw fit and leave the scene of the crime without so much as looking over his shoulder. that was just who he was, at onetime. thought he had long since given up killing the faces of innocence, it was safe to say that grey still held very few mortals to him. he attempted to keep his cover of being a lycan, but that was about it. hell, he wasn’t even sure he was doing that great of a job…the hunter knew who he was.

most of greyson’s foul problems stemmed from the fact that he was just too lazy to fork up any effort of caring. as much as he loved the hunt and satisfying his hunger, he would have much rather stayed in bed and enjoyed it all to himself. he was confident in his ability to snag women, but often went for those who ran after him and did most of the work in the bedroom. the same was to be said for his position in the pack. he was low on the ranks, mostly stayed in the corner. it wasn’t because he was weak or invaluable…but instead, because he was too careless to prove his own worth. he could fend for himself and be vicious as necessary…not need to prove himself to others. this was typical of greyson cyprien…him thinking he was invincible. wasn’t he? okay, so he thought pretty highly of himself. it wasn’t even that grey thought he was the smartest or most handsome of all the men in the city, but rather that he just knew what he was capable of. death had managed to elude him for the past hundred something years. as far as he was concerned, if it were coming for him, it would have already.

it was probably unwise for grey to converse with a mortal, let alone a hunter. still, he couldn’t help it. he liked bugging this guy, even if it meant getting poked at himself. that was just how greyson was, he just didn’t care. he’d laugh and joked with this guy, keeping animosity to a minimum….but always holding his sarcastic tone. if he cared a bit more about the world and the people in it, mister cyprien probably would have been one hell of a model american. oh yeah, but he didn’t care about america either. ”sounds freakin’ kinky to me…but i hate to tell you…your tits aren’t big enough to catch my attention for all the heavy petting. so puppy chow it is.” just about everyone had to know what a manwhore greyson cyprien was, but he still found ways to point the fact out. he wasn’t ashamed of his fornication…why should he be? whereas many would have taken offense to the things that connor had to say, grey saw it as just another reason to laugh it off. he enjoyed competition, at least the kind that required little effort. and verbal back-and-forth was definitely the way to go. he would have gotten much scrutiny from his elders had they known the kinds of conversations he had with mortals, but that was unimportant to him. he could be a cheeky bastard with anyone, no matter their status.

grey wasn’t sure if the hunter really felt the need to explain himself or if he had just gotten caught in his words. really, grey could have cared less about being hit with a plastic lighter. if it wasn’t for the fact that he hadn’t fallen asleep just yet, he probably wouldn’t have noticed it at all. all the same, he couldn’t help but get some enjoyment out of razzing the guy. ”well, you’re lucky you didn’t hit some big bad wolf…that wouldn’t have ended well for you….oh wait…you did.” he rolled his eyes, taking a drag of his cigarette. back in the day, cigarettes were a common staple for all households….way means of relaxing, casual accessories to strong drinks, and something every man had in his den. now, there was all this crap about how harmful they were to your health. lucky for grey, he wasn’t going to die of lung cancer any time soon. immortality: one. mortality : zero. ”what’s gonna happen one day when you really piss me off and i decide you’re not entertaining anymore? i mean, really, this little sausage fest can’t go on forever.” he was half toying with him, half serious. then again, he wasn’t sure he wanted a serious answer. he was sure both he and connor would both think they were the superior one.

”i’m pretty much dead, you know. so i guess its fitting. you’re the fucked up one, in this situation. what kind of human goes for a frolic through a graveyard, eh?” grey had no reason to respond to the questions of connor, but didn’t see much reason not to either. had he been a total douche, he probably would have made the conversation much more unpleasant. thus far, he was feel rather pleased with his raunchy humor. at least it was amusing himself. ”are you suggesting you’re more fresh? because i do agree with that….it has been a while since i’ve finished off a hunter. and even better, one that’s not from this freakin’ country….americans are all fat, no meat. but you’re pretty skinny…dunno if you’d be worth it.” he tapped his finger on his chin as he glanced mcmurphy over, as though contemplating his meal choice.

”so jumpy.” he muttered under his breath as murphy cautiously stepped forward to snatch the lighter from him. he could understand it, he supposed, but he wasn’t about to try anything….not now, anyway. greyson caught the lighter without so much as looking in it’s direction, shoving it back in the pocket of his jeans. it was simple things, like awesome reflexes, that grey loved. it was a real highlight with the ladies…showing off at its best. ”s’matter? afraid of the big bad wolf? if you have a little ol’ granny you’d prefer i snack on, i’d gladly accept her over you.” he wasn’t about to listen to the request of the hunter, but let his form fade back to normal as he settled down with the nicotine getting to him. ”tell me, mcmurphy….seriously, why shouldn’t i make you a meal? i mean, we’ve had enough of these little encounters…and frankly, i’m getting pretty damn curious about what you taste like.” he was cool and collected, posing the threatening question to him.

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[CONNOR DEVLIN MCMURPHY]

AT LAST THE SUN IS SHINING
THE CLOUDS OF BLUE ROLL BY

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While murphy liked to play the fool and let people think he was as foolish as acted that was far from the truth. He was intelligent, resourceful and quick, all characteristics that aided him in completing various jobs that he took on. Thus far, since he was alive and relatively unscathed, save a few scars here and there, he figured he had done a good job. He had a very disarming personality, even getting big bads like cyprien to tolerate him, if not even secretly like him. Ultimately, the more personable he seemed then the more easily people trusted him. The more easily people trusted him, well, if it just happened to be a big bad, then the more easily they would let their guard down around him and then that was it for them. He had done it countless time, abusing the trust of those that he gained it from, or course never anyone who was good. It was only ever big bad immortal beings that he ever fucked over and even then they had to actually be living up to their evil natures. If it was someone like cyprien, well he usually just let the killing slide; for now.


That however, is not to say that he was always going to let cyprien get away with the bullshit, eventually whatever fragile friendship they had crafted was going to come to an end. It was not going to end amicably either, that much he knew for sure. Either one or both of them was going to end up in body bags and be nothing more than a couple of cold bodies put in the ground that no one cared to visit. He was okay with that, he really was. Since he could barely understand the concept of death he had been thrust into a world with only death, and now, twenty seven years later he knew that he was going to die. And that his death was probably going to be painful, cold and lonely. He had accepted it years ago and was now just biding his time until that day came because no matter how fast or strong or smart he was, one of these days he was not going to be fast, strong or smart enough. He could only hope that his death did not come in the hands of the jackass before him, call it his small smug sense of superiority, or just being a male, but he did not want to die because of greyson. The guy would probably mock him as he lay there dying, and wouldn’t that just add insult to injury. So, fuck that.


At the lycans comment murphy allowed his lips to form into a pout, aye know aye don’t ‘ave much ta look at, but aye swear aye can make it good fer yah. he whined, as if he was actually disappointed that he wasn’t good enough. Though the whining didn’t last long before it gave way to a throaty chuckle, his previously pouted lips curling into a grin. As much as he hated to admit it he did enjoy the lycans company, the playful banter was refreshing. A lot of people did not appreciate murphys facetious humor or how it often strayed into sexual innuendos or even playful flirting. However, whenever he encountered cyprien the male had no problem returning the humor, though more on the sarcastic side and with more threat implied. Still though, murphy could admire the guy for his uncaring attitude and just doing whatever the fuck he wanted.


behind his glasses murphy rolled his eyes at the next sarcastic comment, ohh aym’ shakin’ in ma boots. he retuned sarcastically, knocking his knees together in mock fright. While murph realized that there was an underlying truth to the statement, he was not worried, at the moment. For now they seemed to agree that at least this time neither one of them would be hurt, well at least physically from this encounter. Verbally was a whole other can of worms, it probably would not take much for their playfully rallying to turn into something more nasty; though he would try to keep it playful. At the question posed murphy tilted his head to the side, taking a long drag on his cigarette before slowly exhaling; seriously considering the question. He opened his mouth to respond with a serious answer but decided he did not really need to explain that he had a gun full of silver bullets with the lycans name on it, if things ever came to a head. Instead he grinned, come on sweetheart, aye know ya just love ma company, don’t play ‘ard ta get now. some would say that murph was incapable of responding to anything seriously, and well they might just be right. The irsihman was not sure as to why he could hardly ever reply to anything with a serious answer, but he thought it might just have something to do with his dad saying that ‘sharing and showing your weaknesses makes you vulnerable. Never let anyone know what youre really thinking, especially if youre gonna cry like a baby’. He was no psychologist, but he figured all those encouraging pep talks from his dad might just have made him emotionally stunted.


frolic? murphy wrinkles his nose. There was a lot he would do, but frolicking was not one of them. aye don’t frolic. trust murph to focus on the least important part of the statement. He had a knack for that, especially if he really did not feel like giving an answer; greyson didn’t really need to know his business in the graveyard. If that was one thing murphy was good at keeping quiet about was his shady dealings with creepy men. Taking another long drag off his cigarette he exhaled the smoke in the shapes of ‘O’ thoroughly pleased that every one of them was perfect. It was a filthy habit that he really ought to quit, but like many other smokers he could not bring himself to stop. It was partly because he was addicted to the nicotine and partly because his parents both smoked so it was like he was closer to them in that aspect. well let’s make it awhile longer then yeh? he’d rather not be the hunter that breaks the streak. ’sides, aym’ all lithe sinew, pro’ally not tha best ta eat. he added, shaking his head slightly. aye’d be all…stringy. ew. At least to murph that did not sound appetizing, but then again maybe that’s exactly what the lycan liked to eat. He sincerely hoped not.


Murphy flipped the guy the one fingered salute at his under the breath comment that was easy to hear in the almost silent graveyard. It was pretty much quite save for their banter and the occasional chirping from a few birds. The blonde scoffed at the lycan, rolling his eyes behind his glasses again. aye’d never let anyones granny near yah, nevermind ma own kin. there was no one in hell he’d ever trust the creature in front of him with anything that did not know how to handle a gun. then again, ma granny would probably fill yah wit silver bullets an’ then beat ma arse fer even associatin’ with yah. So yah sure yah wanna try an snack on ma granny? he added , grinning around his cigarette. Of course his granny was actually long since dead, but cyprien was not privy to that information.


The Irishman regarded the lycan carefully, noting that while it was a serious threat the male had managed to pass it off as if they were talking about nothing more than the weather. That was what made the guy before him dangerous, even now that he looked human, murphy could still only see the yellow eyes and deadly teeth. Waiting only a beat after the question was posed murphy smirked and spoke, aym’ too pretty ta be made a meal outa. he said in his best ‘duh’ voice. Ignoring the question and the threat for what it was he decided it was best to just make a joke out of it, like he did with everything else. but ‘ey, if yah wanna know what aye taste like yah could always blow me. Put tha pretty mouth a yers ta work. he leered, his tone positively lecherous. It was not a secret that murphy would hit on anything with a pretty face, he was open with his sexuality and did not give a fuck if it was a guy or a girl he went home with at the end of the night. As long as he was going to get some he did not care. a’course yah gotta promise yah wont bite, don’ wanna have ta get a rabies shot. let it not be said that murphy couldn’t throw out little barbs too, if he wanted he could have a pretty sharp tongue.

WITH FLAMES FROM THE DRAGON OF DARKNESS
THE SUNLIGHT BLINDS HIS EYES

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• Tag: greyson!
  
• Notes: ramble on'
  
• Music:The battle of evermore
  
• Cothes

[GREYSON CHARLES CYPRIEN]

I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
ENOUGH TO MAKE MY SYSTEMS BLOW
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there were only a handful of his kind who knew of the conversations he had with people like connor mcmurphy. while some may have seen him as bold, most just saw him as idiotic. typical of greyson, however, he didn’t much care what others thought about his choices. it wasn’t that he believed he was invincible to a hunter’s measures or strength, but rather that he was too daring to act otherwise. at this point in time, it was almost as though neither were going to attack the other. both the lycan and hunter had had numerous opportunities to obliterate the other…and so far, it hadn’t happened. though they had never discussed the tactics of greyson’s feedings, it was pretty well known that he only went after the scum of the earth. a part of him figured it was that fact alone which kept him running around like a crazed dog. the other half of the situation pointed to the fact that grey didn’t fear death. he had lived through enough, enjoyed plenty of things, and had already died his mortal death to become the wolf. so if he were to be struck down right then and there, it wouldn’t be so bad. really, the random and unplanned meetings between he and mcmurphy had nothing to do with friendship or trust…but rather, just pure amusement. plain and simple.

it was safe to say that grey had kept these little chats secret from the rest of his pack members. their opinions were highly unimportant to him, but the last thing he needed was for someone to run and tell the elders. dying didn’t seem like such a bad fate, but he sure as hell didn’t want it to be at the hands of some decrepit old lycans. no, where was the fun or glory in that? what would have been fantastic would be drinking himself to death…or even better, having such an amazing time with a pretty little lady that his heart just gave out. with the supernatural blood pumping through his veins, both scenarios were unlikely, if not impossible. if his life was brought to an end by murphy, or someone of the same sort, it sure as hell wouldn’t be a surprise attack. it would be at a moment when he had ceased to care completely and more or less let himself out in the open. even when that moment came, he’d make a complete joke out of it. could anything less be expected from him?

”such a gracious offer, but i think i gonna have to pass…i feel like i’d be doing you a service, with how awesome i ‘n all. can’t give away the goods for free, ya know?” leave it to greyson to take it that far. it was no secret that either men go around, so to speak, but it was bad enough that they had to throw such sexual comments out at each other. grey was confident that everyone knew just which team he was batting for, and thus, he didn’t have a problem with the things he said to murphy. for most people, the things he was saying would make them squirm with discomfort. but connor didn’t seem to mind, just as greyson hadn’t, so it continued on. perhaps if they weren’t supposed to be enemies by definition, they could have enjoyed the company of each other without fearing for their lives. well, this would have to do.

”its really a wonder you’re not dead yet. i’m far more tolerant than most.” of course, that could have been for many reasons. murphy had probably killed his fair share of lycans and vampires, while the other half avoided running across him. hah, and here was greyson practically sitting down to have a cup of tea with him. growing tired of his smoke and slightly bored with the conversation, grey flicked the smoldering cigarette to the ground beneath him. though he himself had plenty more sarcasm to dish out, he half expected a serious answer from the hunter. well, that was his first mistake. he should have known better than to think he’d actually get one. still, he couldn’t help but wonder what was stopping either from killing the other. he had to admit, the thought had crossed his mind before and it was piquing his interest now. even murphy were to be quick enough to catch grey with the silver bullets, he’d make sure to take him down with him. that had always been his plan if an lethal skirmish came to. ”oh sorry, did you mistake me for someone else?” being called sweetheart was almost as bad as grey calling everyone love, which he had yet to address connor as.

grey could not help the smirk that eased across his features, chuckling slightly at murphy’s reaction. ”oh no, my dear sir, you look like the frolicking type. i know ‘em when i see ‘em. and i see pure desire to frolic right here….your mouth says no, but your eyes say yes.” he went off on a little tangent, amusing himself if no murphy. yes, it was stupid things like this that got him going. greyson only half listened to murphy’s explanation of what he could possibly taste like. to answer the inevitable question, yes, each human had their own distinct flavor. just as vampires preferred certain blood types over others, and demons loved the most corrupt of souls, lycans had their preferences. greyson himself would not bring himself to say aloud what he enjoyed, for fear of going after it. instead, he stuck to the scum that he forced himself upon..in order to somewhat be virtuous, believe it or not. ”can’t say that i’ve ever had Irishman…so i can’t knock it till i try it. same should go for you…don’t be putting yourself down. after all, cannibalism is a glorious thing.” what a sadistic fucker.

”i got two of those…i win.” he held up his own middle fingers before resting against the large headstone behind him. he would have been thought foolish by many for letting his guard down around the hunter, let alone showing his ease clearly. ”you see, i can pick silver out…with proper timing. might poison me a bit, but with some help, i just might survive. maybe. you and your granny, on the other hand…hah! can’t fix a missing esophagus or put a bleeding heart back in, can ya? and if you can, well sir, you deserve a handshake.” well, that wasn’t entirely true. silver would most likely kill him in an instant, but he had seen the unbelievable instances before. he had grown slightly irritated with murphy’s lack of seriousness, but should have expected it. he let out an inhuman growl, his gaze flickering from blue to yellow once more. his canines had fallen back into their place in his mouth moments before but they were threatening to once more protrude with his irritation. ”you’re running out of reasons for me to keep you alive.” he left it at that, watching murphy carefully.

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tagged - - - connor.
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lyrics - - - radioactive ,, imagine dragons.
word count - - - 1175.

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[CONNOR DEVLIN MCMURPHY]

AT LAST THE SUN IS SHINING
THE CLOUDS OF BLUE ROLL BY

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The Irishman shook his head, a seemingly permanante grin curling his lips up ever so slightly at the lycans comment. allright, tha offer still stands though. he words laced with humor. This verbal volleying seemed to have no boundaries, always exceeding the previous comment with one more lewd or outlandish. It was reminiscent of the friends murphy had left behind in Ireland. Having grown up in a tight knit group of hunters, being one of only a handful of kids he quickly bonded with the other children, forming friendships for life. The limited interaction they had with other children outside their circle allowed them all to form friendships that showed no bounds; nothing was ever off limits. They confided in each other, tested each other and tried to best one another; all the while still remaining great friends. Of course murphy was not foolish enough to think that he and Cyprien were friends, far from it, it was just that his devil mare care attitude and witty rejoinders that reminded murphy of the good old days. Enough to make his heart ache and yearn for just one more day when his family was still alive and he could share a pint with his friends. While Cyprien may have been a poor substitute for all of that, he would still take it, as desperate as it made him look.

or maybe yah just like ma company more than yah think. It was comments like that from greyson that reminded him of his mortality that really drove home the point that at the end of the day he had to remember that he was not, nor would he ever really be friends with Cyprien. The cold hard fact was that the lycan would just as quickly tear out his throat and make a meal out of him as murph would empty a clip of silver bullets into the mutt. Truthfully it was a little disheartening; he had yet to find another person that could so skilfully trade crass comments like greyson; well not since his friends anyway. Sure, murphy had friends that he could hang out with, rely on, but none that really appreciated his humor and return it like the lycan had. Nevertheless, their surprise encounters had yet to end bloody, so he supposed this substitute for what he once had would have to suffice. yeah, aye fergot abou’ tha other lycan tha’ im jus’ so chummy wit. he bit out sarcastically.


Raising an eyebrow as the lycan went off on something of a rant about how murph was actually quite the frolicking type. He did not think he had ever seen the lycan so amused and talkative about something so frivolous. Usually it was murph who went off on little rants about this and that, talking just because he knew that he would probably get a minimalist answer from the lycan. So the more he said the more of a reaction he would be able to provoke from the creature. And if murphy loved to do one thing it was provoke. Give him an inch and this boy would take a mile, drive you nuts simply by talking. is this one a those ‘takes one ta know one’ things? he sucked on the cigarette, the cherry end getting closer and closer to his fingers. He would have to stub the thing out soon enough, which was too soon in murphys mind. While he could just have another one, he really was trying to cut back. Instead of a pack a day he was trying to go down to half a pack and then eventually stop. However, with the stress of his job , well he was not too sure that one would ever work. Muprhy returned his attention to the creature, a look of distaste flittered across his face. yer kinda repulsive… one sick puppy he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at his lame pun; pleased with the play on words. Small things like that amused murphy to no end, he was like a child in that aspect. The simplest things could entertain the Irishman for hours, if left to his own devices.

Rolling his eyes murph couldn’t help but allow his lips to twitch in amusement, the retort was such a childish move; something that muprh himself would do. He choose to ingnore the flip off and the accompanying statement, figuring it was a waste of breath to even try to reply with something clever; plus he just didn’t have anything to say. The blonde considered the lycan as he spoke, disbelief etching across his face at the beginning of his statement. While murphy had taken down a few lycans with a clip of silver bullets, that’s not to say that maybe greyson just so happened to be able to pick out the silver and survive such an attack. It seemed possible, not completely unfathomable, but murphy still wouldn’t buy it for a dollar; he’d take his chances and fill the fucker with silver. Twisting his lips into a frown he shook his head, the thought of his poor granny with her heart ripped from her chest was enough to send a shudder up and down his spine. yer all kinds of sadistic aint yah? murphy asked, completely serious. The lycan said some pretty messed up shit sometimes, enough to give murphy remaindered that he was dealing with an animal; both in the literal and metaphorical sense.


Murphy took a final drag off the cigarette, holding the smoke in before slowly exhaling. He was about to flick the butt away when the inhuman growl rumbling from the lycans commanded his attention. The rumble was enough to make murphy pause in his ministrations, eyes snapping to those of the lycans; taking note that they were flickering from yellow to blue. Muscles taunt and back now ramrod straight he slowly flicked the butt into the grass, willing his motions to look smooth, playing it off as if he was unconcerned with the lycans growing impatience. When really he was now hyperaware of the situation; his hunters instincts kicking in. He was keenly aware that he was being closely evaluated by the creature as well. Murphs tongue darted out to moisten his pink lips, an unfortunate nervous habit that he developed as a kid and had yet been able to shake. Murphy realized that the outcome of this situation weighed heavily on his decision to answer. If he made a joke out of it he was sure that the lycan would try and rip his throat out right then and there. If he answered seriously it might just appease the beast. Raising his hands in a placating manner he spoke easy boy, aye was jus’ jokin’ . didn’t mean nothing by the comments he began, testing out his words slowly. He wracked his brain for something more to add, some valid reason as to why his life was worth some value. aye could be useful ta yah, aye know things about hunters in tha area. They’re out fer blood when weren’t hunters out for blood though? This was slightly different though, this time these guys were really looking to lay down some hurt. its personal fer them. he added, hoping that this little admission would be enough to pique the interest of the lycan. Enough so that the creatures eyes would settle back to the chilling blue anyway.

WITH FLAMES FROM THE DRAGON OF DARKNESS
THE SUNLIGHT BLINDS HIS EYES

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• Word Count:1244
  
• Status: Complete!
  
• Tag: greyson!
  
• Notes: ramble on'
  
• Music:The battle of evermore
  
• Cothes

[GREYSON CHARLES CYPRIEN]

I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
ENOUGH TO MAKE MY SYSTEMS BLOW
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this ridiculous, wildly inappropriate banter between he and murphy was about as close to friends as greyson would ever tolerate. it wasn’t that he couldn’t obtain any; far from it, actually. while he was usually a bit of a prick, it was conversations like these that tended to draw the most interesting types of people to him. still, he declined the favors of most of them. he considered himself a loner only to a certain extent, mostly because he was usually with a woman…and therefore not a loner. however, he had to agree, with himself, that he did prefer the garabge words they exchanged to conversing with the ladies in his life. most of them wanted to talk about their goals, plans for continuing their nonexistent relationships, or confessing their unlikely love for greyson. they were all things he avoided like the plague, so yes, he’d chat murphy up any time over them. then again, he wasn’t sure just how long these little run-ins would continue.

grey couldn’t help but cough out a laugh at the hunter’s comment but in part, he had to force it. truth was, he didn’t usually mind murphy’s company. did he enjoy it? no, but it was tolerable. each time, he was initially frustrated with the fact that he had to cross paths with him once more, but it always ended up being somewhat entertaining. it wasn’t their meeting or their conversations that were the problem, but rather the part where they turned and left. it was awkward, if nothing else, as there was always the margin in which they could turn and the kill the other. greyson knew better than to turn his back on a hunter, or anyone for that matter, and so, he typically ended up backing away or heading around murphy. it seemed like a trivial thing seeing as they spent god knows how long talking, but it really was a dangerous aspect. for either one, it would have been the moment of attack….yet, it hadn’t happened just yet. ”sorry, have you met me? i don’t particular enjoy anyone.” he scoffed, shaking his head slightly. ”guess i’ll just take that ‘world’s best hunter’ mug back that i bought you…now that i know you’re seeing other lycans.” he mocked a look of betrayal but it hadn’t lasted long.

being that he didn’t much care about the opinions of others, grey had no reason to care if mcmurphy found him amusing or not. he assumed so, just as grey found him amusing to an extent. so without taking into account connor’s feelings, greyson spoke of things that kept him entertained. oh boy, did he really make himself laugh sometimes. most people would have called him a loser for laughing at his own jokes, but yeah, so what? ”no, i don’t believe it is. i am clearly not the frolicking type. i’m not prissy enough for that, nor graceful. i’m more the brooding supermodel type, donchya think?” he nodded matter-of-factly, ruffling through his hair with his hand. it was clear he was growing slightly anxious, feeling the hunter snapping at him. despite his instincts, he did not want to make a meal of connor….not today, at least. so it was in his best interest to tread lightly. ”aw shucks, you sure know how to flatter a guy.”

to a mortal, hell, maybe even a vampire, the things that came out of greyson’s mouth may have seemed a bit on the morbid side. well, they were. but the truth was, it had little effect on him or any of his pack. from their point of view, blood and flesh, bone and organs were all part of the description that made up the lycan species. without such things, without the raw energy and bodies of the mortal race, lycans could not survive. grey was about as comfortable talking and dealing with gory matters as he was talking about much more delicate, normal topics. he loved watching those squirm from beneath his words, but he didn’t witness it all too often….mostly because he hung out with the pack. ”what’s the matter? got a weak stomach?” when he had first been attacked and experienced his first change, grey hadn’t know what had happened due to his blacking out. when he came to, the pack had already found him and told him what he was and what he needed to thrive off of. the idea made him vomit profusely onto the shoes of strict elder. it wasn’t until he felt that hunger, the same one as he was experiencing now, that the idea seemed feasible. he ate about a dozen hamburgers and a bunch of hot dogs to try to curb the appetite but nothing worked….not unlike he truly fed. ”oh man, what a buzzkill…okay debbie downer. you know, for a hunter, you sure as hell can’t tolerate as much as i thought.” it was purely the animal side of him speaking, feeding of the famished feeling that was plaguing him. still, he hadn’t expected the reaction he obtained from murphy…not that he really cared.

no matter how tame and calm of a dog, there’s always a point in which one needs to stop playing with it’s food. the repercussions of doing otherwise is clear: getting bitten. well, it was really no different with grey. he had done his best to be a control freak over his wolf for the last ten years and had been incredibly successful. he chose which sinful being was going to become dinner and left the women, children, and innocents alone. while he had no qualms with murphy, other than him being a hunter, he was really struggling with remaining in control. it was like the levy was breaking and soon there would be an uncontrollable flood. their encounters had never taken this sort of turn, and grey blamed it on his own misfortunate events early in the week…and the lack of food human in his stomach. still, this wasn’t the course of action he wanted to take. he gaze at murphy, but he was more or less trying to keep himself from lunging. grey could feel the adrenaline coursing through his body, as though the beast inside him was waiting for the green light to go. he didn’t appreciate this feeling, it was as though he were newly changed again, struggling for dominance over himself. his craving was beginning to cloud his judgment, angrily wondering why it was he hadn’t attacked the hunter on a previous occasion. would he not be punished gravely if the pack found out he was allowed to walk free…on more than one occasion?

he found with his mental status, and physical too, but was interrupted with the hunter’s words. he disregarded the first bout, but the second caught his attention. a devilish smirk settled on his lips as he processed the information, feeling himself calming quickly. it was about as bad as dr jekyll and mr hyde as he began to return to his cool, cold self. his eyes returned to their chilling blue stare, still piercing though not as terrifying as the gold. at least it was a clear sign he was fighting of the canine.”you’d really betray your own kind, to save your own arse?” kinda sounded like grey. mind you, he wouldn’t throw the whole pack under the bus…just the crusty elders he despised. ”like who? the low guys on the totem pole aren’t worth the time….i need someone as worthy as you are, mister fancypants.” he had one person in particular in mind.

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tagged - - - connor.
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lyrics - - - radioactive ,, imagine dragons.
word count - - - 1259.

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[CONNOR DEVLIN MCMURPHY]

AT LAST THE SUN IS SHINING
THE CLOUDS OF BLUE ROLL BY

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don ‘urt yerself he commented, referring to the forced laugh that the lycan just chocked out. Sure, murphy could get a smirk from the guy, no problem, a laugh though; he did not think he had ever managed to actually make cyprien laugh. It seemed that if the lycan ever did laugh it was at one of his own jokes or statements; yeah he was one of those guys that always laughed at their own jokes. On the other hand the lycan quite often produced laughter from murphy, not that that really said much. Murphy had a pretty easy sense of humor, laughing at almost anything and everything. The only time he was ever serious was when he was actively on the job, as in he was in the midst of taking down a big bad. As soon as it was over he usually had a mile wide smile on his lips and was attempting to make a hilariously bad pun. Humor was just a way that murphy let go of extra adrenaline or nervous energy; which was maybe why he found that most things greyson had to say were particularly funny. After all he was techinally dealing with a wild animal and shit, they were dangerous. Even lucky, beloved family dog could turn around and try and rip out your throat given the right set of circumstances. This was why he made sure to never turn his back to any kind of animal, especially the ones that had once been human.

The Irishman grinned slightly, could ‘ave fool me. of course murphy was not so stupid to actually think that the lycan actually liked him, it was a high tolerance at best, but that was not going to stop him from razzing the guy. His teasing statements that suggest greyson might have actually enjoyed murphys company were just too much fun to pass up. He loved seeing the guy ruffle his feathers and adamantly protest that no, he did not like murphy and if he kept it up he’d be puppy chow. Sure, it was playing with fire and one of these days he was likely to get burned, but until that happened he was going to continue on just as he always had; live and learn right? The lycans next comment elicited hearty laughter from the Irishman. aww, don’ be like tha’ sweetheart... they didn’t mean nothin’ ta me. he managed to get out, though his words were chocked with laughter. Murphy found the statement so funny that it took him a few moments to collect himself enough that his body was no longer shaking with laughter. Clearing his throat he straightened slightly, realizing that it was slightly dangerous for him to have just let go so completely. Had the lycan attacked him right then it probably would have not ended well, most likely with murphy either being seriously hurt or dead. Still though, he couldn’t help but grin tha’ was funny.


murphys eyebrows raised slightly as he watched the lycan muse his hair up all the while claiming to be the brooding supermodel type. yah oughtta pout yer lips more, yah might actually have somethin’ then. of course murphy certainly thought that the guy had the brooding thing down pat and hell if he was being honest greyson was good looking enough to possible be a supermodel. Though he highly doubted if murphy gave him that much of a straight answer it would be appreciated, besides he did not have the besides manner to engage in any sort of activity where there were a lot of humans telling you what to do. It would be a slaughter, he was sure, greyson had already demonstrated that his tolerance level was low; he doubted having a bunch of humans telling him what to do would go over well. Murphy shrugged his shoulders, sorry, were yah expectin’ a poem abou’ ‘ow awesome yah are? Didn’ realize yah were so sensitive. his tone flirted with sarcasm, though it was mostly playful.

his stomach roiled at the thought of blood and flesh and organs and everything that was on the inside being on the outside, let alone someone actually eating all of it. It was enough to make him shift his stance slightly, a look of revulsion etched across his face. It was not that he necessarily had a weak stomach he’d seen it all before and had been able to keep from tasting his lunch twice, it was just that those images came attached with people that he had once known. The expression on his face flickered from disgusted to upset to tired just as quickly as images of failed hunts, dismembered bodies and distraught families played through his mind like a film reel. Shaking his head he cleared the thoughts from his head, no sense in letting the lycans words try and worm their way into his mind any more than they already had. ‘ello, mortal right ‘ere he waved his hands around, gesturing to himself. aye like ma food dead and cooked, not screamin’ bloody murder and thrashing around. he bit out, slightly irritated. an’ fer it ta not be human he added for clarification, because lord knows how greyson would read into that; he didn’t really want to find out. What really irked murphy was that he knew the lycan had not really attempted to gross him out, he realized that to survive that is what the creature had to eat; so naturally it would be normal for him to be able to talk about such horrible things without flinching. To murphy though, a hunter, a mortal, it brought a whole other load of connotations that made him squirm in place. That also aided in his irritation, the fact that murphy had openly shown his displeasure of the topic, giving the lycan something of an upper hand.

it was bad enough that he already tempted fate when talking to the creature, showing any form of weakness would just give the animal more pleasure and consider murphy more of a meal than he already was. This seemed to be especially true at this moment, it appeared like greyson was actually either having a hard time holding back, or he was seriously considering turning murphy into a Scooby snack. Either way it did not bode well for murphy, if the raised hairs on the back of his neck were any indication. The reassuring weight of his gun did enough to sooth his frantic thoughts, allowing him to keep moderately calm; even if his muscles ached from tautness of holding steady. Just as if murphy were dealing with any other wild animal he was not going to make any sudden movements, he was going to play everything according to greyson. Some of the tension eased from his body as the lycans eyes stayed in their chilling blue form; not much better than the yellow mind you, but enough to indicate that at least for now murphy was not about to become lunch.

The Irishman bristled at the comment, a frown marring his face. no. he sated adamantly, though his tone was muddled with conflict. Exhaling murphy took his glasses off his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose, it was a complicated situation that always gave him a tension headache. The very idea that he would sell out another hunter was absurd, he would gladly give his life in place of anyones; even that jackass hawk. It was just that this particular group of hunters, a couple of stooges, if he was being generous were arrogant, ignorant and dangerous. aye don’ consider it a betrayal. he decided, voice not as full of conviction as he would have hoped. They left him on the chopping block first and sooner or later they were going to get an innocent killed, either from a botched, asinine plan or because they just don’t care as long as the big bad gets it; there are casualties in war as one of them had been so kind to point out. Still though, murphs moral compass was spinning wildly, enough to make him shift in his stance again. Exhaling another sigh he shook his head, as much as he wanted to throw their names and locations out to the hungry animal they had yet to actually get anyone killed and he could not say that they would get someone killed either. With that thought his moral compass snapped to true north, a sort of calm fell over murph, soothing his inner turmoil. ferget aye said anythin’, slip a the tongue really. he said back tracking, thinking that it might just be too late. ’sides you’ve got me right in yer sights anyway, why go chasin’ after somethin’ that might not even be true? mind games, gotta love them.

WITH FLAMES FROM THE DRAGON OF DARKNESS
THE SUNLIGHT BLINDS HIS EYES

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• Tag: greyson!
  
• Notes: my muse was very generous today
  
• Music:The battle of evermore
  
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[GREYSON CHARLES CYPRIEN]

I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
ENOUGH TO MAKE MY SYSTEMS BLOW
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if connor thought greyson was amusing sober, he should have seen him when he was full of alcohol. mind you, he had his fair share the night before, and even this morning, but he was fairly sober. unfortunately, that was one downside to being immortal. obtaining a drunk stupor was quite the challenge, taking nearly three times the amount of liquor to get him toasted as it would have had he been a human. his dna had mutated to ensure all mortal instruments, poisons, and weapons would be deemed ineffective in killing him(minus silver, or course). this included his beloved alcohol that would have otherwise slowly decayed his liver. it wasn’t impossible, but wasn’t nearly as fun as it was back in the day. hell, it was his love for alcohol during the prohibition era that led to his eventual attack. had he not visited the speakeasy, he would have remained a mortal. but without being bitten, he would have also been forced into an arranged marriage, an equally unpleasant scenario. but that was as story for a different time. the truth of it was, when grey had a few too many in him, he let the sarcasm fade slightly and it was replaced with even more raunchy comments and genuine laughter…though few had seen this side of him.

the lycan enjoyed his sickening comments, but didn’t much care when connor laughed at them….especially when he got uncontrollable. okay, so he enjoyed it a bit, but mostly they served the purpose of amusing himself. his biggest issue was what would happen if anyone wandered across them. he could handle his own but didn’t particularly care to explain this pathetic relationship of theirs. had another hunter come along, they would have shot grey right then and there if murphy had refused. that was the question, though…would mcmurphy murder greyson in cold blood if he was approached by another hunter? was he that concerned about appearances? grey didn’t even know what the answer would have been if the roles were reversed. he was loyal to his pack, despite hating most of them. but still, he couldn’t imagine doing something against his will just to appease them. ”perhaps its for the best…you’re not my type anyway.” grey wasn’t even sure he had a type….species had never stopped him before. but of course, women were on the agenda.

greyson returned the gesture, raising his brow at connor’s comment. ”trying to tell me you’re an expert on models? are all the ladies over there gingers anyway?” he motioned with his hand, referring to the hunter’s motherland. ”should i act as though my parents bought me the iphone2 instead of 4 for my birthday? then i’d be pouty…” grey appreciated technology but didn’t care about it to that great of an extent. in fact, the line came from a whiney teenager he had overheard one afternoon while in town. many of his type were well off in the world, both because they had the strength to overpower humans and also because they had years on top of years to obtain what they wanted. had grey felt the need, he could have been an entrepreneur, or a rockstar…whatever the fuck his little heart desired. truth was, he was look lazy for all that crap. so instead, this was what his life consisted of. ”some flowers woulda been nice. i don’t put out on the first date, you know.” hell, grey didn’t even take women on dates.

the idea of eating the things he did once upon a time now repulsed him, much like murphy’s reaction to his talk of man meals. being the son of a wealthy man, even back in the day, meant that the cyprien family had always eaten well. hell, grey had even been exposed to fancy pants things like escargot and caviar. and as with any america, he liked his burgers and steaks. and lets not forget, halloween was his favorite holiday as a child because of all the mounds of candy he raked in. but now, he couldn’t muster an ounce of tolerance for any of those things. he sipped on the famous blood-wine that the vampires had created and downed hard liquor, but that was the extent of his remnants from his mortal life. that’s not to say he didn’t try every now and then to get something down that wasn’t flesh, but nothing did the trick. if it didn’t end in his vomiting, it ended in a great deal of heartburn. it just wasn’t worth the fight anymore. when he was in a tight pinch, he’d go after the deer and such in the woods, but even that left a bad taste in his mouth. ”well, i’m not gonna argue with you. its an acquired taste, i suppose.” the idea of connor trying human gave him another idea…what if he were turned? would his life be over like some hunters claimed? or would he embrace what he was? he shook his head, ignoring the thought after a brief minute. ”you’re about as bad as those peta fuckers.”

as the storm seemed to calm between the two, greyson couldn’t help but let his mind linger on the questioned that ailed him moments before. the pack was constantly asking for recruits, looking for the strong-willed to join their ranks…especially with the impending doom of war looming overhead. they were outnumbered right now, and desperately looking to get their foot in the door. even those who had tried to build up the army did often not succeed, losing control and devouring their victims instead of stopping after the initial bite. they had been after carson hawk in particular, for some time, but grey was constantly telling the pack that hawk would kill himself before he ever joined them. still, a smirk settled on his lips as he contemplated the situation before him. ”oh no, no, no. you see, you’ve piqued my interested. i’ve thought of a better alternative to killing you, mcmurphy. if you were just like me, i could probably even be friends with you. wouldn’t that be grand?” his gaze flickered once more, hunger dripping from his mouth. he possessed a great deal of control when it came to feeding but seeing as it had been some time, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. he’d have to…murphy would be a great asset. if he brought the hunter back to the pack bitten and alive, he might as well win an award. ”tell me, who’s life do you cherish more? yours or that prick, hawk’s?” either way, the pack would love to get their hands on one of them. he still wasn’t sure he intended to attack connor, as his intentions were generally good, but the excitement was getting to him.

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tagged - - - connor.
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lyrics - - - radioactive ,, imagine dragons.
word count - - - 1131.

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[CONNOR DEVLIN MCMURPHY]

AT LAST THE SUN IS SHINING
THE CLOUDS OF BLUE ROLL BY

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The Irishman was not even too sure what exactly about the statement was so profusely funny that it got him almost uncontrollably laughing. Maybe it was the tone or just the fact that murphy was half expecting a rebuke of some sort, that he was just so surprised at the sarcastic comment that all he could do was laugh. Either way, it was hard to despise the creature for what he was when he was continuously making murph laugh. It was making it easier to forget what greyson actually was, a bloodthirsty beast that would, given the chance, most likely slaughter murphy, instead of just a guy that murphy could consider a friend. Their unorthodox relationship was certainly dangerous, not just because they were hunter and lycan and they should be at each other’s throats, but because of their own kind. Surely if the hunters in the area figured out that murphy had let greyson walk numerous times, well he would be ostracized, at the very least. Murph was also sure that the other lycans that greyson associated with would not take to kindly to him allowing a hunter to live, especially after numerous encounters. With an impending war looming it was probably not the brightest idea to be associating with a sworn enemy, after all lycans are extremely dangerous and should be killed on site; just like every big bad. Though as far as murphy was concerned everyone could just shove that right up their assholes, because as long as cyprien wasn’t going around killing innocents then murphy had no problem with him. While he wasn’t about to kill the guy he certainly was not going to go around broadcasting that he had frequent run-ins with a lycan and enjoyed the company so he let the guy live, oh no, that would just end terribly. So murphy was content to keep their meetings between them and he hoped that greyson would do the same; after all murphy did want to live for a while longer anyway.

Murphy snapped his fingers, drats! he feigned disappointment. ahh well, lots a fish in tha sea he commented, shaking his head lightly. The sheer stupidity of their conversations sometimes astounded him. Here they were playing it off like murphy actually had interest in pursuing greyson and was just disappointed that he wasn’t the lycans type; if the lycan even had a type It was probably female, the lycans type that was and some niggling feeling told him that species was not a problem. That was one place where murphy would draw the line, he was not hooking up with anyone that was not a mortal. Its not that the whole being a different species threw him off, it was just that he figured he had a better chance of being turned into a meal if he hooked up with someone who wasn’t a mortal. Especially if it was a lycan or a vampire, as far as he was concerned those fuckers never really had full control over their hunger and who was to say that a few love bites wouldn’t turn into something more deadly. So mortal women and men would suit murphy just fine, call him a stick in the mud, but he hasn’t survived this long by not being cautious.

The Irishman shook his head, thas’ like sayin’ all yer American girls are blonde bombshells, simply aint true. while sure there were gingers over in Ireland, but it was not like it was filled with pippy longstockings’ or anything. Just like American was only beautiful leggy blondes, shit just was not true; much to murphys dismay. Murphy chuckled at the next comment, shaking his head lightly.yer a regular comedian the hunter could not even imagine complaining about receiving a gift like that, he’d be ecstatic even if it was the first version; of course that’s just because he always got stupid things like clothes for his birthdays. you date? he blurted out. yah don’t strike me as tha datin’ type. More a tha love ‘em and leave ‘em somehow he just couldn’t picture greyson sitting down with candles and flowers and crappy music and pretending to care about what the girl in front of him had to say.


acquired taste ma arse. he muttered, shaking his head. No matter what the lycan said it still repulsed him. It was gross and he could not imagine ever having to eat someone, even if he required it to live. Cannibalism just did not work for him. ’ey aye take offense ta that! Aye aint that nutty. Those peta arseholes are a whole other level a crazy. he complained. There was a few that murphy wouldn’t mind putting a good scare into, because sometimes they just got way out of hand. Like fuck off, if murphy wants to have a nice juicy hamburger then goddamnt hes going do it and he does not want to see a video of the cow dying thank you very much.


while the energy between the two of them had calmed to a manageable level murphy still had a feeling that he was not out of the woods yet; call it his hunters instinct. The topic of choice had veered into some very dangerous territory and murphy was barely treading water at this point, if he was not careful he was going to be swallowed up by a tidal wave and spit back out worse for wear. Watching the lycan carefully murphy couldn’t help but frown as a smirk turned the others lips up, that did not speak of good things. Clearly the lycan was thinking something and murphy had a sinking feeling that whatever it was, it was not going to be something the Irishman liked. Muprhys blue eyes opened comically wide at the suggestion, threat, or promise , he wasn’t sure which it was yet, that the lycan was offering. Taking a small step back murphy threw his hands up, shaking his head. no fuckin’ way! yup, the tide was swelling and murphy was about to get dragged back out if he was not careful. as much as aye like yah and wanna be friends… aye’d rather not be like yah. Aye like ma mortalityhe stated, nodding his head feverishly, almost trembling at the thought of being turned into something he was raised to despise. The Irishman could not even fathom what he would do if turned; the right thing would be to kill himself, obviously. He would hate himself if he ever hurt anyone, ever lost control and gave into the animal side. Though he was not sure if he could do it, after all preservation of life was pretty much ingrained into the dna of every living thing. Would he embrace his new life or go ask hawk to put a bullet in his chest? He shook his head again, desperately trying to toss the very idea of being turned out of his head.


Murphy paused at the next question, narrowing his eyes slightly. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Either hawk was going to be turned or he was? Some sort of ultimatum? Either way, murphy knew what he needed to say.hawks. as much of an asshole as hawk was murphy still wouldn’t throw him under the bus. There may have been a few other hunters that he would consider throwing under the bus, but hawk was not exactly bad people; just an asshole. So while he wouldn’t gladly give his life for hawk, he would do it, after all hawk was an asset probably one of the best next to murphy of course, so it would be best for him to remain mortal. For murphy had a sneaking suspicion that the other hunter would die before letting himself be turned, and well an alive, arrogant hawk is better than a dead one. don’ think tha means ayem givin’ yah permission to turn me, cuz ayem not. he stated adamantly, glaring at the lycan to show that he meant business.

WITH FLAMES FROM THE DRAGON OF DARKNESS
THE SUNLIGHT BLINDS HIS EYES

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• Word Count:1342
  
• Status: Complete!
  
• Tag: greyson!
  
• Notes:hmm
  
• Music:The battle of evermore
  
• Cothes

[GREYSON CHARLES CYPRIEN]

I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
ENOUGH TO MAKE MY SYSTEMS BLOW
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it was actually a bit refreshing to have someone who could appreciate the comments he made. though he said them purely for his own pleasure, he did find it gratifying that murphy found him just as amusing as he himself did. though murphy’s reaction was slightly annoying, it was much better than the sound of dead crickets back at the queen mary. half the time it was like grey was that one stand-up comedian on stage that no one laughed at, despite being a full house. with the war upon them, everyone had their panties up in a bunch, worrying about what tactical move they were going to make next. aside from the air of desperation at home now, it was safe to say that the pack had generally always been like that. their group of lycans was arranged in a hierarchy, each person trying to claw their way to the top while still maintaining pack dynamics. overall, grey was considered low-ranking, but mostly because he didn’t make an effort to climb the social ladder. others knew when not to push him because he was just as dangerous as sarcastic, at times. with keeping the pack and its 1000+ year old elders in mind, it was safe to say that his sexual comments and devious joking was not welcomed by all…or any.


”now you’re after fish? and i thought it was bad enough that you wanted an oversized dog…” many of his kind took offense to being called a dog, mutt, or even sometimes a wolf. they were lycans, a race completely on their own free of the captive natures of household pets like dogs. grey however, could have cared less what he was called and constantly referred to himself as any number of these things. as far as this mutt was concerned, he didn’t much care what woman he went home with for the night. he was never too keen on vampire women, but that hadn’t meant he crossed them off his list completely. it was more the dishonor thing that got to him than their actual species. in reality, they were quite fun, but especially with hard times falling upon everyone, he needed to tread carefully. being caught with a vampire would have been like treason to his pack. of course, there were the mortal women that were oh-too-easy to snag and usually left him far more tempted to feast than he should have been. it was safe to say that demon, despite their nasty nature, were probably the best of lays. they had no boundaries and were rough as hell, something that greyson could appreciate being a lycan and all.

”you’re just not looking the right places….or at the right people.” of course he was hinting to the fact that connor should have explored other species. ”seriously, how many ugly vampires have you seen?” it was like they chose only beautiful people to join their race…or maybe they just appeared more beautiful after they were transformed. either way, grey had a hard time keeping to himself around a feisty bloodsucker. ”hey, i resent that. i’m a perfect gentleman…and i look damn good in a suit.” he feigned an offensive look but quickly laughed off his own remark. who had time for dating? greyson was a very impatient man and liked to sample the goods immediately. if they were all they appeared to be, he’d go back for seconds. but even those second helpings were rarely ever dates. after all, what did a lycan have to gain from sitting down to dinner when all he wanted to eat was the wait staff?

greyson was no advocate for his life, but if he were in murphy’s shoes, he’d take it over being devoured alive. then again, the initial bite wasn’t so pleasant either…he knew from experience. ”you wouldn’t be the first hunter to succumb to our ways of life.” it was true, they had one hunter-turned-lycan in the pack though grey knew he was a nobody and wasn’t sure he was even skilled at all. ”we wouldn’t even have to run around pretending to hate eachother…we could have a real relationship. oh boy, that sounds awesome. c’mon, just do it.” grey joked, a little too enthusiastically. no, he wouldn’t mind the idea but it was all just a joke to him. there was no way murphy would give into that ridiculous idea…it was like asking someone to kill themselves. but at least grey had a plan b had things gone south.

”look, its not like i really want to eat you…i mean, i do, but not necessarily you…just my instincts, you know?” he was trying to reason with murphy, explain to him that he actually didn’t mind him. he was sure murphy had killed a few of his pack members here and there, but there were really no hard feelings. ”i guess you’re not too bad to be around…and if it comes down to it, i won’t kill you.” he admitted, passively aggressively choosing his words. ”but there will be an alternative.” grey was sure that mcmurphy wouldn’t take too kindly to the suggestion that he would be turned, but grey thought he was being thoughtful. in his mind, it was better than death…and it wasn’t like he was going to act upon it at this moment in time. he wasn’t one to take orders from anyone but his loyalties were with his pack and if push came to shove, he’d make the decision. everyone would have likely wanted a hunter killed, but having one on their side could prove to be beneficial. most hunters claimed they would kill themselves if bitten instead of living as a monster. but the truth was, once most felt that first hunger, there was no stopping them from feeding. and from there, they wanted nothing but to consume and devour. no new lycan could control their animal instincts. hell, it had taken greyson decades to curb his.

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tagged - - - connor.
notes - - - muse ran away D:
lyrics - - - radioactive ,, imagine dragons.
word count - - - 994.

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[CONNOR DEVLIN MCMURPHY]

AT LAST THE SUN IS SHINING
THE CLOUDS OF BLUE ROLL BY

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Murph shook his head, grin ever present on his lips. Trust greyson to take a classic saying, according to americans, and turn it into something it was not. Either murphy was learning his ways from the lycan or the lycan was learning his ways from murphy. He was not sure which one of them was worse for the terrible puns, sarcastic comments or innuendos. They were both gold medalist in a world full of people that did not even place on the pedestals; or at least in san diego he hadn’t met anyone up to par like the lycan was. To say that if he had never met the lycan he would not care would be a lie, he was man enough to admit that he would have been…disappointed had their paths never crossed. He was not exactly happy, because he could get his jollies elsewhere, somewhere safer no doubt, but he did take some delight in the witty repartee. aww, don’t sell yerself short, yer more than a dog, breed of yer own really. it was true though, while the lycans may look like an oversized dog they were far from it. Generally he only referred to them as mutts or dogs when trying to actively piss a lycan off; which happened more than you would think. He respected the beasts for what they were, because fido sure as shit was not ever going to be anything like a lycan.


Crinkling his noes he shook his head, firmly in his belief that anything that had a taste for human flesh would fuck him and then eat him; like a goddamn spider. No fucking thank you. aye beg to differ. murphy was quite content with the place and the people he was looking at, he had yet to wind up as someones lunch…well actually that one time he did let a girl eat fruit off of him and then she blew him, so did that count? No, probably not, so it was safe to say he had not been anyone lunch and he did not plan on ever being anyone’s lunch. Connor nodded his head, pursing his lips as he gave the lycan a look of agreement. He had never seen an ugly vampire, either they choose their targets really specifically or once you turned you instantly became hot. aye think aye’ll stick to ma own species. Aye don’ want nothing takin’ more than a love bite outta me. he affirmed, as if saying it out loud was forever binding. Hell maybe one day down the road he’d get so toasted that he’d actually be willing to go home with something that was not human; of course he’d have to be friends with the creature first. And since he was not really friends with any supernatural creatures he did not think that would be happening anytime in the next little while anyway. The lycan elicited a scoff from the Irishman at the sarcasm, perfect gentleman ma arse he muttered. If any part of that statement was true it would be the latter murphy was sure.

first, next last, don’t matter, cuz it aint happenin’ he reiterated. The blue eyed man hoped that if he said it enough he would be able to somehow will the lycan to just drop the topic; he doubted it though. Murphy opened his mouth to reply, not terrible keen on how greyson only seemed to be joking a little bit. It was unnerving to see the lycan almost excited about the prosecpt of being able to turn murphy. Maybe there was more to it than the ‘real relationship’ he was championing. Perhaps within in the pack the lycan belonged to there were rewards for bringing in recruits, especially the likes of a hunter. It had to be a combination of the two, either that or the lycan just really wanted to be his friend. For the sake of totally not shitting his pants he was going to think that greyson just really wanted to be his friend, instead of just pretending, like he said. Wait, the lycan did say pretending, ha! yah don’t have ta pretend, nor do yah need ta turn me, just stop bein’ a pussy and admit yah like me. he was grinning now, mild terror at the thought of losing his life temporarily forgotten.


As soon as it was forgotten he was reminded when the male started to speak again, in some attempt to comfort, no the lycan was not that generous, more like to tell murphy to not take it personally; it’s just the hunger. Fuck that, he was taking it personally. Like seriously, they were practically friends, shooting the shit and just generally fucking around; that made someone a friend in his book. Murphy blinked, not really sure how to respond. So essentially greyson wouldn’t really kill him, just end his life as a human by turning him into an animal just like he was. oh gee thanks for being so fucking considerate. he bit out, tone just shy of irritation. That was all kinds of fucked up and no way in hell was murphy going to ever allow that to happen, nope he’d die trying to prevent it. In the case of him actually being turned, well he just wasn’t sure what the fuck he would do. Probably try and kill himself but then chicken out, after his mothers suicide he swore he would never follow in her footsteps. Shaking his head he sighed loudly, trying to will all his nervous energy out in that breath. ’ows about yah don’t try ta kill me or turn me and aye wont try ta kill you, huh? he offered instead, flicking his gaze around the cemetery to check his escape routes. Things were still a little dicey and the lycan was getting just a bit too excited about the prospect of turning murphy for his liking. He suddenly felt like they were no longer playing on the same game, no now it was suddenly like a game of cat and mouse and connor was the mouse.

WITH FLAMES FROM THE DRAGON OF DARKNESS
THE SUNLIGHT BLINDS HIS EYES

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• Word Count:1017
  
• Status: Complete!
  
• Tag: greyson!
  
• Notes:ehh muse is sketchy at best.
  
• Music:The battle of evermore
  
• Cothes

[GREYSON CHARLES CYPRIEN]

I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
ENOUGH TO MAKE MY SYSTEMS BLOW
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greyson thought outside of the box, in many aspects of his everyday life. whereas many would have found horror in one thing, he found the joy. or if something was deemed ruined, he managed to make it usable. had he pursued these notions properly, he probably could have been a very wealthy and successful man. instead, he used this whit to joke around with an irish hunter, turning everything he said into something completely different. murphy wasn’t the only one to endure this, however, as it was a bit of a signature to grey. typically, he used this manner of conversation to piss people off, and it worked quite well. in fact, there was very little about greyson cyprien that didn’t manage to piss people off in some way, shape, or form. he had been blamed plenty of times for being a handsome guy, saying his looks made it hard to resist such an asshole like himself. he waved the comment off, acting as though he were flattered by the hunter’s comment. ”trying to charm my pants off, are you?” he offered a false wink. ”well, it’s working.” usually this manner of joking around let to him being slapped squarely in the jaw. then again, his company was usually of the female gender.

it was really no secret that grey was not a man who chose the dating scene over the bedroom scene. the last time he had bothered to fall in love, his girlfriend was captured by the coven and turned into a vampire. though he had long since gotten over his whole ‘mixing’ races issue, he still couldn’t bear to even see kathryn, let alone sleep with her. he usually had his own agenda to follow, or lack of one, but he did make time for his pack. had they figured out that he was sleeping with those other than his fellow lycans or his dinners, he would have been in a world of hurt. truth was, though, he couldn’t get enough. there was no way to describe sex with a vampire or demon…other than experiencing it for yourself. if only he could make murphy see that, he make not be so keen on killing everyone who was mortal. ”it’s a shame….i took you for the kind of guy who liked a little pain with his pleasure.” for someone of his caliber, who lived on the edge and didn’t give a fuck, he couldn’t understand why others didn’t take the risks that he did. if grey were a hunter, as an alternative to a lycan, he’d sleep with every pretty little vampire he could…right before pumping some copper bullets into them. but of course, he was just a lycan who loved to sleep around…not a whole lot of difference there. ”just because i don’t tickle your fancy, doesn’t mean i’m not an awesome date.” in his most childish gesture yet, he stuck his tongue out at murphy before folding his arms over his chest.

for once in his life, a small part of grey was thinking about someone other than himself. well, he was mostly thinking about his own behind and how much trouble he would get in had the pack found out he was ‘protecting’ a hunter. well, it wasn’t necessarily that he was shielding murphy from anything, just putting off the inevitable that one day, one or the other was going to attack. if a swift death was something that greyson had to look forward to in being caught, he wouldn’t have been so cautious or cared merely as much. but even he knew that was what would happen. though the elders of his pack attempted to keep their skeletons in their closets, everyone knew just what happened behind closed doors. he had seen the men who returned after being ‘questioned. most were scarred around their wrists and necks, marks littering their backs….from copper chains and barbed wire, and silver buckshot or silver tipped bullwhips, no doubt. being a lycan meant an incredible pain tolerance, one at which the elders gladly challenged. ”you can’t tell me the thought has never crossed your mind…maybe not like this, but didn’t you ever dream of being stronger, faster, more powerful as a kid? you know, kinda like a superhero. we could all whoop batman’s ass.” but having power was only a small token to pay considering all of the other wretched things they were forced to endure. ”don’t toot your own horn…you’re tolerable at best.” okay, so maybe he was a bit more than tolerable…but he sure as hell wasn’t grey’s best friend. come to think of it, though, grey didn’t really have any friends. by choice, of course.

though grey was having a decently good time talking and joking with murphy, he couldn’t help but get a small amount of pleasure out of seeing just how uncomfortable he was becoming. grey wasn’t exactly taking their conversation down a pleasant rode…at least not as far as a mortal was concerned. he blamed his reaction, his enjoyment in connor’s discomfort, on the animal he was. just like a predator, he was pleased to see his prey squirm beneath him. well, not that he saw murphy as prey necessarily…but yeah, it was instinct. a smug look graced his features as he listened to murphy rattle on about leaving each other alone. ”would you rather be dead?” if the answer was yes, greyson really wouldn’t have had an argument, other than the fact that he could make that happen. ”i agree that sounds all fine and dandy, until one of us is forced to act….i’m just saying that i won’t try to kill you. and i’d rather you be turned into a mutt than me be buried six feet down with a round of bullets in me. i don’t think that’s so unreasonable.” how nice of him, right? he observed murphy as he glanced around, rolling his eyes subsequently. ”settle down you pansy…I’ve got things under control.” his eyes flickered gold once more before settling on their sapphire hue…he was simply playing with mcmurphy’s mind though he was sure he wouldn’t appreciate it.

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tagged - - - connor.
notes - - - muse ran away D:
lyrics - - - radioactive ,, imagine dragons.
word count - - - 1021.

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