Cirino Leandros.
#Vrykolakas
#RP
#Parody
I'm Ciro, but only to my friends. Originally from Santorini. Who I am is complicated. Living my dark life, searching for that bright spark we all need: Blood.🩸
MV/ 21 / MDNI. Please 🖤 & RT for a most unusual person?
I'm Ciro; but only to my friends.
#Vrykolakas
, from Santorini, originally. Living my Dark Life, searching for that spark we all need: Blood. Donors usually willing. MS/ Lewd/Non 21+ Only Ships with Heavy Chemistry. 🖤🔄for a most unusual
person? (original pinned Apr. 18, 2020)
@Rock_n_Blood
+ He performed his magic and the boy was gone, and Ray had set his prey free, but he'd drunk a lot. Ciro reached out; no, she lived, and Ray's blood was healing her neck. Good, no deaths tonight. He wiped at his lips with a handkerchief, and stepped back.+
Beale street in Memphis, and he'd been looking for the real map. his pretty one wasn't doing it. Glancing at the directions on his phone; Yes, Beale Street Blues, he found it.
~ Ciro was sprawled in the spider spun sheets when a gentle touch on his cheek caused him to open his eyes to a pair of lavender eyes. The fae leaned forward to press a kiss on his lips as she whispered, "The sun will be up soon, Lord. And you must leave us."~
/ The writer cannot say this on other accounts; read by family.
Writer is gender fluid. Of course they know, they have eyes. But, no GA surgery, I don't want to be anything but what I am. A very pretty male, and a pretty female.
Why I use this FC. >>
/ When I first started RP, I found someone simpatico with me, or so I thought. Time proved that it was an intricately constructed one-sided issue. But I can't forgive the writers who decided to teach me to never trust anyone on here again. Very few earn my trust now./
@Rock_n_Blood
+ "You aren't here, it's a dream." His mouth went to his neck, and Cat took a mouthful, careful not to look at Ray. He kept sending pictures of himself drinking deeply to Ray, while telling the boy to vanish. Ray would want to drink them down, then dispose of them by fire.+
/ Writer wishes to make one thing clear, once more.
My partner & I are trying to stay in our own lane & write the stories we've written here for 4 years, and to put No Drama in the bio is not needed. Writer is currently involved in dealing with losing their sight at 37./
✨🦋 "Beltaine, a memory. " AU Solo 🦋✨~ She had brought her human pet, Her plaything, to show off his prowess. He understood this; yet a small rebellion built in his heart.~
"Friends and exes and others..." or "Walking in the Past." ✨Solo✨
June, 1966. Ciro liked the scene in West Hollywood. People dressed colorfully, and were eager to talk and share the night with him. ( and unknowingly, blood, at times) He could get a high just from them.~
<< Please, no QT's, no replies to this post. I'm shaking as I write this. Some people know on here.
Some don't. It's harder than you think to type this.
Thank you for reading. ~ Blood.
He says I should write it out. Not two decades in the Life, and he's suddenly a therapist. But again, my mate is an unusually insightful being. Not to mention a deeper thinker than he looks. So, I'll write it out like a letter. "Dear Ray", Dear Ray..+
" The Hunt. " Part 1.
Ciro had barely been in his office half a day before the first call came in. In more than a year, there'd been sightings of the quarry, but he'd always managed to evade a picture. The PI's time had paid off and now he was sending confirmation. +
/ I finally reached the magical 1300.
In October, in time for Samhain. Thank you so very much. I love the month and the number 13.
Gratitude that you like this vampire. /
"A Season in Hell" The Solo. >>
He couldn't tell even him. What had happened so long ago, with what happened every time Yuletide came around. December 21st, 1797. When he slaughtered a whole small town. Santorini, Greece. And his last living relative.( He'd thought). +
⭐️: Solo; "Look at him." :⭐️
The shadow in the back of the packed little bar didn't go unnoticed. He wasn't paying much attention though, not the smiling man whose attention was fixed on the stage. His head nodded to the beat of the drums, hair waving in an unseen breeze.>
// My ND friends will understand this and what I posted.
The writer is always very nervous coming back online, because it's really hard to make friends offline, and here you all are, and I get a bit overwhelmed and take my time getting used to you, again. Hello!
The very first Incarnation I recall is Zillah, once the Origin, called Khaos by the Greeks. Before the Titans were ever thought of, because, in my loneliness I created them.
Obviously, we are PARODY ACCOUNTS.
As Marked. Per Rules and TOS. There are Writing Groups on here; Twitter once welcomed us all.
WE see the ads. WE buy the products. We are Consumers. There are no such things as Vampires. Only a very sad writer.
"Starting over": { A Beltane Solo.} It had been a year. A wretched year, without her. Vicks, his lovely, lovely wife, now bones in a grave he hadn't even been able to pay for. The bottle tipped up again and he drank thirstily. +
// My Accounts? Are Not written by a "Straight "person. But I only tell you this now, because I don't believe in LABELS.
Writers war on here over that. And truth? Why Do We Care?
It's what's in your heart that Counts. //
🌃🦇 Solo : "Lovers and Compromises" 🦇🌃
There was no way around the over-protectiveness of a vampire male in love. Another lamp broke, and Ciro looked at the shards laying on the floor. Shrugging, he lit a French cigarette and contemplated breaking the set. >
And so he comes to this place again. A crossroads between what was, and what is, and the leaving of the latter. Ray will be a star; a mega star should he wish it.
And Ciro? He married him ; must stand by while the future moves them in an elaborate dance of regret.~
💫 " What do Vampires Do?" << SOLO>>💫
This one fretted. His temper had always been on the edge; but no one would know it. The face he showed to most was easy going-it hid the centuries of blood rage and hunger that tore at him, increasingly so.
They would go to Greece.
// I have one ship; one ship only. We started out with others, but our chars played off each other so perfectly,
That was it. I write SL's with others; Literate. Descriptive.
Also, I tend to do things my way.//
#WhenCiroMetRay
: part One.
Lonely. that was the word. He'd had companions off and on, certainly. But he'd never "changed" anyone. This wasn't his way. He enjoyed them for a while, wiped their minds, and set them free. He'd spent his lifetimes trying on "different hats".
/After replies tonight, Zillah will be out. He's needing retribution against the Romanian's, aka, those of Dracula's descent, mainly Casimir. Halloween Event.
We look forward to those of you brave enough to meet him.
@Rock_n_Blood
+ "New album, that's exciting for you, Ray. "He put his bottle down on the table, letting his hair swing forward to hide his expression. He badly wanted to take Ray up on his offer to come hang around.. but he'd suss out the reasons first.+