Ερις

thrandxuilion.

Leaves and berries, flowers and dust on the bones of an ageless trunk.
The sights of the forest were by far her favorite, if not the rarest for how
she chose to live. A thick canopy above made for good shelter from the
sweltering sun, the foliage of interest for its sticky cobwebs and monstrous
ecosystem. She’d seen spiders the size of her father, seen creatures that could
not come to the light. She ADORED it all– adored how it shown so dank and
dreary, how it forced those who might have once lived here to flee.

Across an enchanted brook she’d walked, her feet all bare and pale, and
she leaned her head back slowly, taking in the golds, reds and greens that
were offered by the grove. There were large gates ahead that seemed to be
made of wood, and while her hands did not touch them, she could feel eyes
lurking nearby. A great kingdom lay beyond, of this she was certain, and she lay
a hand upon the frame and spoke in a quiet tone.

’ Does it open, or will you watch me for the rest of the evening? ’

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#thrandxuilion #[ v: time swept goddess ]

Pointy Ears.

Head cants to the side in slow growing irritation, though such remains masked beneath a collected façade. Legolas releases a breath, unable to deny himself his curiosity brought forth upon hearing her words. Strange, they seem to him, as a taunt, with the needless venom-like tone. Evidently his response has displeased her - boyish amusement threatens to crack the cool mask. Perhaps it would do, had the veiled threat not reached his ears.
❝ Nothing will crumble here. ❞

“ Now see, you’re putting me in a pretty tight position, because YOU don’t get to be the judge of that. All things must have a balance– people have to die in order for others to be born… otherwise it’s just mass chaos and overpopulation, you know? ” She doubted anyone would ever understand. It was always the same with every mortal man or woman she came across. They’d find away, give them time, fighting against the laws of nature and her own, grotesque amusement for the art of war.

“ But it is by my own law that I have no hand in it. I simply set the seeds out– if humanity is ignorant enough to pick them up, it is by their own hand. ”

(Source: nefariiam)

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#thrandxuilion #[ thank you for the response / meme answer btw. its great to get to play with you. ]

thrandxuilion - Source.

❝ I have laid eyes on many a being - some monsters, some holding a façade and claiming to be. It oft becomes difficult to distinguish between the two. I decide only from the evidence I see. I do not know, therefore I will not claim to. ❞

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This was worse than talking to Narcissus on one of his good days. Part ofher watned to reach across and slap the absolute shit out of him, the other was too intruiged to really care about his use of verbose English. Her brows shot up, one hand perched haughtily on her hip.

" Well, aren’t you little, mister fancy-pants? Just giving you a heads-up.
I don’t pick and choose who goes, I just break off a chunk of the pie and
let the rest crumble down allll by itself. “

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#thrandxuilion #[ v: time swept goddess ]

My name is Vervain and I am twenty one years old. I use female pronouns and tend to speak in a very formal manner to try and get my point across without having any feelings hurt. I tend to be very busy during the week, but i will do my best to get to replies and asks when I have time.

First things first, please don't godmod! This means controlling Eris or anything that Eris does in character. It could be the smallest thing, like making him pick something up, to using your character's abilities to hurt and/or kill Eris when I did not give you permission to do so.

I am both selective and mutually exclusive, meaning that I will only roleplay with those I follow back.

I also reserve the right to reject roleplaying with ANYONE and for ANY reason. This is my blog and I will not be bullied.

Memes may be sent to be my non-mutuals, however. I will always interact with non-mutuals in my askbox.

This is a multi-ship and multi-verse blog. However, Vittorio is canonically bisexual.

This is a hate-free, theft-free zone. I will not send hate, nor will I answer messages directed toward me or anyone else that can be considered hateful or hurtful. You've come to the wrong place to stir up trouble.

This blog will contain offensive and sensitive topics and is considered generally 'NSFW'. However, I am opposed to doing smut very often and will probably keep that on the low side. Blood, sexual assault, depression, suicide, toxic personality traits and abuse will all be things that are discussed here. HOWEVER, they will all be tagged correctly.

Her name is ERIS, she is known as DISCORDIA. For thousands of years she has reigned terror and injustice on humanity, sweeping across the land in the form of chaotic hurricanes and crumbling eruptions. She is violent death, she is starvation, and she sets fire to those unwilling.

Born to darkness (and some say to the King of Gods; Jupiter) with her brother, Thanatos at her side, the two were employed by HADES to bring in the souls of the dead. While her brother was granted the gentle death, those brought in through infancy or through the burden of peaceful sleep, Eris was charged with the destruction of mankind. Envy, lust, these are just a few of the things she feels for those given less GRUESOME tasks. Her occupation creates friction on her appearance and creates what she had become. Sunken emerald eyes and pale, gaunt features. Spindling fingers rake at the earth, sowing the seeds of her Golden Apples that jolt the world in their wake.

She is forever known for the wars she causes, most notably the Trojan War, where she threw down the seeds of destruction and clapped as mortal and god alike were pitted against each other in absolute RAGE.

Main Verse. Eris, Goddess of Discord, lives among the world's most chaotic bodies; humanity. They, along with their violent free will, make up a collection of sinister creations and thought processes that makes her feel at home. She appears to them as the most terrible evil; the spokesperson for a Tax Agency. There's a certain joy that comes to her from the dread others display, heels clicking and clipboard displaying all the wrongs they deigned to commit. Riveting. But her terror-streak has run dry as of late, what with so few massive wars occuring with the blade and sword. But humanity has a few new toys to play with, and they are creating their battles without her.

Aesop's New Fables. The generic verse for all of my cross-overs without a verse of their own. Usually taking her out of Ancient Greece and into a new, more modernized atmosphere.

Time-Swept Goddess. Any verses taking place before the 1940s will be placed here. This includes Ancient Greece or anything occuring on Mount Olympus unless otherwise specified!

Vampire Chronicles [ Shadow of Death ]. Created during the peak of Greek Civilization, Eris was made by Cyril. Among one of the many Greek young women turned by the vampire with disregard for the rules, Eris was headstrong and sought after more than what the night had to offer. Her stay with her own maker did not last long, however, as Eris soon learned throughout history that her own kind could be more cruel than any human. She created few companions and had even fewer friends. She disappeared from known History at the time of the Roman invasion, choosing to remove herself from the mediterranean and seek out enlightenment and popularized-philosophy in other regions of Western Europe.

As a Child of the Millenia, she was blessed with the Fire Gift, Telepathy and Telekinesis. She can also fast for long periods of time if need be and her cravings are at a minimum. She is, however, one of the many that does not survive the ‘purge’ from Maverick Vampires in the final book. She dies by fire in southern Italy, near Rome, when it is set by her own kind. At this point in time she has made quite a few of her own fledglings and it is with them that she dies in a Coven House made known.