fuckingsadistic:

g-r-i-g-o-r-i:

-From his position on the floor he began muttering in Russian, eyes closed tight as the familiar feeling of skin healing unfazed him. After a moment of near silence he stood, cracking his neck and touching the spot where a wound should be, but wasn’t with sickening glee. He ran a hand through dark, raven hair and turned to face the pale, spindly looking wolf;

I am but a man… and I die as easily as any other.

Obviously that’s a lie because if you were just a man then you’d be dead and yet here you are. 

-Blue eyes were on his face a moment though his eyes flashed with arousal, that hair. It reminded him of Calhoun and that was enough to have arousal churning in his core. Ignoring it though he slid fingers into blond hair, tugging slightly to clear his head before he was smirking again.;

Were you trying to prove a point? Or was that for fun?

I am… a God among men, Jarius. I have been blessed, touched with His hand. I have just proved two things; both the existence of a being you do not believe in and the reasoning behind why you are beneath me.

-reaches to grab his neglected glass and downs the remnants of it with a grin and another click of his neck, emerald iris’ fading to their normal grey hue;

(Source: proklyatyy-blog)