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 IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE, TAG: EMIL
✧ DIONYSUS
 Posted: Jun 11 2017, 03:03 PM
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3000+ • god • intoxication • NYC


Wicked & Divine The Ecstasy of Abandon
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Say what you will about civilization - the convenience, the excitement - sometimes the old ways were better. Sometimes what Dionysus needed was the sheer vitality of the deep, deep woods.

Upstate New York was a world apart from its capital city. Many mortals made the trek back to nature now that weather was warmer. Dionysus went with them, hitchhiking, somehow always attracting a ride. He didn't really need to take the slow way, but it was far more fun; even the most paranoid drivers found themselves slamming on brakes to pick him up, often without knowing why they'd done so.

By the time he made it to the most popular campgrounds he was rip-roaringly drunk - as was everyone else in the car with him. In short order whole campsites fell to his expansive tastes. They were here to lose themselves, were they not? Connect with nature? His was the most natural state there was. People leapt naked into the lake and built enormous bonfires. He taught a few of the women how to hunt prey. Sometimes, they even managed to make it back to camp and those bonfires before devouring all the meat.

He wasn't even there a full 24 hours before the first drowning. Some were purposeful, of course. Dionysus enjoyed the women's company far more than he did that of arrogant men, and if a few husbands or brothers managed to come to their senses long enough to protest their women's newfound freedom, well, it was no great loss. Some were accidental. Such happened amongst an orgy of drugs, alcohol, and madness.

But a fair few were unaccounted for. Corpses bumped gently at the shore, their tongues and throats swollen, faces black with poison. Some other creature was feasting alongside him. After three days, Dionysus had a rough idea of what it was.

He was not bothered. He understood how difficult it was for those beings of the old world to exist now, to feed themselves, when so much about society had changed. No longer did villagers make the daily trek down to their local water; no longer did they scrub laundry in the rivers, daily fish from their shores, or make love on the riverside on dark summer nights. At least in America, the predators often went hungry. It was the least he could do to help this one out.

At one point two park rangers pulled up. It was no trouble for the women, with all they'd learned of bushcraft, to rip the men apart with their bare hands.

On the fifth day, serious dehydration was beginning to set in. The charges on phones and laptops had long since run out, batteries had been drained, and there was no more audible music. Mortals wilted on the lakeshore or sluggishly moved their limbs to the beat Dionysus supplied in their heads. The god himself strolled through camp, hair wild and smile wilder. It had been a lovely vacation from the city. He felt vital, refreshed, and free.

He wandered down to the lake, spent some time walking its borders. At last, plenty far from the campsite, he knelt on the sandy edge. He leaned down and touched the water with two fingers, peering deep into its glassy surface. "You're welcome, cousin," Dionysus said. He was smiling.

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 Posted: Jun 12 2017, 12:51 AM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


They came to him of their own volition. They came because they saw something beautiful, something to claim. They came to him because there was conquest to be had and lust to be sated and because he was beautiful. And they were the first ones to be taken.

He had found them by accident. He wandered the fresh waters of the world and stopped to cleanse them of poison, his body becoming the host of nature’s burdens, only for that very poison to find its way to a new host, more often than not a filth human who had done wrong by the land that bore them. He found purpose for both here, inhaling and absorbing the poison that lingered in the air and water, and...well, he had heard them quite a ways away; there were men that had come to this lake, and so he deigned to greet them. He tested their resistance; at first he only appeared before them, hair long and drawn over pale skin that was delicate and lovely. The ones who came to him were the first to be drawn into his net. The first came toward him with a hunter’s look, and when Emil opened his mouth and sang softly, the man had taken the fae into his arms and in an intimate moment the man was filled with sickness and black death. This was what he deserved for wanting, and for taking without first asking.

His body was the first to be found.

Others came and went in a similar fashion; those who lusted after the water fae even without his influence, those who longed for him with only the barest of influence, were given a chance to taste those lips and the death that came with them. The ones who were gentler received a different death; he recalled one that had aimed to coax him over, with a soothing voice that had no charm and so did nothing to entice him. Of course, the intentions were still the same; in a way Emil saw them to be more vile than the others, because they attempted to string him along with honey-like words when all they desired was conquest, in the end.

He led them into the lake and gave them what they wanted, and as he sucked the breath from their lungs he plunged them beneath the water to continue it there, holding them, writhing, and only releasing when they stilled. He let the bodies do as they would; some floated along to be discovered, others were taken by the local wildlife for a meal. He cared little for the aftermath. The ones that came after were more tentative - even wary of him, perhaps frightened by his ethereal beauty. Some flushed and looked away, modest beings that they pretended to be. But his song opened their true natures and showed them for what they were, for what they desired. They too met their end.

When he finished with his prey, he would sink back down beneath the waters, soaking. It was calm and peaceful there, and he could hear the whispers of everything together. He could sleep that way, letting the waters lull him, but there was a sudden rippling from above that stirred him to vague alertness, whispered words reaching his ears from far above. You’re welcome, cousin.

Emil’s ears twitched. Certainly the humans were acting...wilder than was natural, and he could admit to having felt an unusual presence in this place. Was it, then, that the one who caused this madness had come to visit?

Emil pushed himself to the surface, breaking the water and throwing his hair, wild and wet, back behind his head, eyes landing on the strange and wildly beautiful figure that stood by the waterside. His ears twitched and he let out a low trill. ”It was you.” His voice was laced with the subtlest draw of his power - only a little; he wanted to see if this was truly an individual worth conversation, or just another here for him to consume.

DIONYSUS | This got longer than expected XDD
it can eat at you until they both turn black and blue. the poison in my veins that got me through her kiss.
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 Posted: Jun 17 2017, 03:42 AM
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3000+ • god • intoxication • NYC


Wicked & Divine The Ecstasy of Abandon
Soon enough a being rose to the surface - all pointed ears, curling hair, and skin a striking fishbelly white. Male or female, Dionysus couldn't yet tell, but he'd never had any especial concern with gender.

"Guilty as charged." His voice was thick and self-satisfied, curling around a thousand-year-old sigh; the same games, yes, but they'd aged like fine wine. His fingertips skimmed the surface of the water in a dozen absent, abstract little drawings then paused. He'd felt it - the barest kiss of power.

It was... lovely. Precious. Like a little silver song. This must be what those humans had heard in their last moments. Dionysus was half-tempted to pretend ensnarement, let the being pull him underwater only to learn too late exactly what it had caught. He wanted to embrace it and let it embrace him. But he'd never been very fond of breathing water. It couldn't kill him but it hurt, a little, in the lungs.

He'd rather go fishing and pull the creature out. He leaned in exactly as if it had caught his attention, his eyes heavy-lidded and lips parted with pleasure, a pretty picture of boyish fascination. He reached out one graceful hand (the other braced on the riverbank) and his fingers unfurled like a flower opening towards Emil.



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 Posted: Jun 17 2017, 10:27 PM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


Guilty. Emil’s ears twitched and he let out a small trilling sound, a noise of thought. This not-human that smelled so much like them was responsible then? That told him little, in the end, beyond that this was an individual who was no friend to these humans. That said, an enemy of humans did not make an ally to Emil. What perplexed him was just how much this individual reeked of them; it smelled of their excitement and rowdy parties - so then why was it that he had also delivered them to Emil? Why - it was the why that perplexed him, that would make either an ally or enemy or something in between both. But perhaps his faintest twinge of coercion, of seduction, his slightest of lures, would entice the stranger to speak openly.

He watched, ears twitching again, as the man leaned in, towards the water, interest sure in his eyes, lids growing heavy with the delicate hypnosis. He could see the twinges of lust on this figure’s face, and he reached out toward Emil, beckoning with a gently unfurling hand. His power had taken root then, revealed this being for what he was. Even if he was not man himself, he clearly fell to the same temptations as they did. However he wasn’t here now to condemn this being - he wanted to know more about him first. What he was, what his purpose was, why he had sent the humans to Emil’s lake in the first place.

The water fae tilted his head, blinking his eyes demurely, a hand coming up to his hair to comb fingers delicately. Anything to amplify the attraction’s effect - to entice the other being to speak more openly. Emil lowered himself so that only his head and neck remained above the water, swimming closer, coming to the beckoning hand. Standing again he now stood much closer - still out of reach of his grasp, but close enough that he could easily lurch forward, grab the man, and pull him into the depths should he wish to. For now, he continued the alluring magic within his voice, letting out a soft hum, enriching his words with seductive magic.

”Why have you sent them to me? Why do you offer such a kindness?”

It was hardly a “kindness” if one was to consider the brutal nature of what became of his humans, but it was the offering of a feast to the water fae, which was enough. Still, the motive was what he was after.

DIONYSUS | Such a pretty boy
it can eat at you until they both turn black and blue. the poison in my veins that got me through her kiss.
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 Posted: Jun 23 2017, 12:19 AM
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3000+ • god • intoxication • NYC


Wicked & Divine The Ecstasy of Abandon
The creature both swam closer and sank lower in the water, giving Dionysus such a beckoning look. But it did not take his hand nor get close enough to grab. Dionysus, a hunter himself, with a hunter's instincts, slowly settled back on his heels. He was the very picture of thwarted longing - mouth drawn beautifully with suffering, shoulders despondent, his knees digging into the loamy soil - but he also wasn't balanced precariously on the edge anymore. Neither of them took the other's bait.

Kindness. That was one way to put it. Such a compelling word, though. So flattering. Dionysus noticed. He tilted his head and smiled honey-sweet. He could be just as languorous, just as lovely, as the idle seduction this being sent his way. See which one of them tempted the other more... see who ended up in the water or on dry land.

"In offering," he purred, happy to create some pretty lies. "Surely one such as yourself deserves them. I could feel you down there, so enticing, so lonely, so... hungry." His smile turned wolfish. "Didn't you enjoy my gifts?"



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 Posted: Jun 26 2017, 09:59 PM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


He looked to have fallen into the lure of Emil’s almost siren-like voice. The expression on the other male’s face was hazy, distant, filled with desire and want. There was such want in his expression - and yet it seemed as though he was the one beckoning for Emil to leave his waters. There was, then, a degree of caution that still lived inside his addled brain, wound though it was by lust. He wanted Emil...as the others before him did...but he wanted Emil to be the one to go to him, which meant that his spell hadn’t quite been complete; it was enough to arouse, but not to properly entice. He supposed that should be expected if this being had called him…”cousin”. He knew of no such connection, but this wasn’t any ordinary human - or perhaps human at all. He smelled of them, as though he was constantly covered in their flesh, wearing their skins, but there was something that was very…not human about this one.

He called the act - bringing the humans to his lake - a “kindness”; it had been the first word to come to his mind then, a “kindness” seemed apt coming from an entity who deigned to call him cousin, no? Family was close, that was what Emil had been taught. Those who were a part of his kind - the other stromkarlen, and Helgean himself - were a close bond to the point that they valued one another above all other walks of life, keeping themselves isolated as a race from the rest of the fae culture. That was, he supposed, why he had been so easily manipulated by humans when he first came to encounter their kind - and further why he hadn’t foreseen the effect his allure would have on them. The question now was precisely what the other meant by “cousin”. Calling him family would imply a form of fae, and Emil had no qualms with their kind. But he had fallen for the alluring trap of his voice - something which most fae could resist.

What, then?

As the other began to speak, he could feel a strange sort of desire come over him, an urge to move forward, to meet that man, to go to him. Then he was fae in part, perhaps simply one who spent his time among men, hence the smell. This was a glamour, a pull that beckoned him forward, one that was difficult for the water fae to resist. Emil blinked slowly, his eyes slipping half mast, lids fluttering. He waded closer, though he would not leave the water; this was his element, and the water called to him just as much as the other man’s words did, a tug in both directions. He tilted his head, leaning forward slightly. ”Enjoy….” His words were laced more thickly now with that power; he wanted to know just to what extent this other man’s abilities went - which was more enticing than the other. ”...They enjoyed themselves and I in turn received a feast. I suppose your gifts were...palatable.”

He had a difficult time calling anything of the humans enjoyable, even if the feast had been grand and filled his belly. Humans would always be regarded with disdain from him.

Once more, Emil leaned forward, drawn strangely to this man on the shore, his own lips parted in a delicate ‘o’. ”What do you offer for? Do you wish to learn to play?” It was the traditional way - though more often it was humans sacrificing livestock. Through sacrifice to the stromkarlen one could ask him to teach one of eleven beautiful songs to make a true musical talent out of a novice. Of course it was a dangerous risk, as the stromkarl was a clever creature; to look upon him was to earn his disdain and wrath, and even find oneself ensnared by his voice. Did this man seek to learn his music, or was this offering for a simple audience? ”What is it you desire?”

DIONYSUS | He got the wrong idea
it can eat at you until they both turn black and blue. the poison in my veins that got me through her kiss.
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