Onision was born in the Ascendants, birthed from two vampires that had fallen further in love after countless years of marriage. He was half of the litter two he was born from, his sister a much more calm entity compared to him. He was older than her, but he held more resistance to the coos and murmurs of others. Everyone fawned over the white pelt of his sister, admiring her, while Oni merely got over such things. He was never fawned over, never picked at for his dirty coat.

He had taken on his foul mouth from his mother Suiteheart, his cocky attitude coming from the fact that he was constantly jealous of those around him. Why couldn't he just.. Be free? Why did he have to live up to the Mikaelson name?

But Oni understood now. He wasn't meant to stand up to the Mikaelson name, he was supposed to make his own reputation from it.

Little Icarus, he was. Asshole, he was.

No matter, Oni had better things to think about. The newly made Observer and Lieutenant had pushed through brambles, the chilly wind of fall against his thin chocolate pelt. He was used to it, though, and merely continued to walk along the borders, surverying it with a sense of peace. A sense of calming that only Oni could have while also being a total dick.

Then, he saw white. A flash of white, and then fur. Onision sped up his steps, scarred body carrying himself over to the source. A husky, walking with puffs of cold air eminating from his breath. Wasn't this breed supposed to love the cold?

Who cares.

Oni stepped out of the bushes he had been hiding in, a stern look on his face as he spoke in a harsh, bitter tone. With an inhale through his nose, he took in the scent before him. "The Typhoon, huh.. I hope you're here to beg for our forgiveness, or else, I suggest you turn around, Лицо рыбы." Onision rumbled out angrily, a grumpy scrunched up grin on his face.

A silent warning, but it was only because he was so short tempered. It was only because he had orders to kill the enemies who walked onto their borders.

Oni could never kill someone, he knew.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

Mikaelsons were a long line of vampires, destined to live thousands of years and never die unless their soul had been ripped from their body. No mortal being could ever do that, so Onision was stuck in this world for thousands of years then, he supposed.

When Victor replied with the question, avoiding his own, Onision fell for the tactic, deprived from communication after all the months of just.. Working, leading, following. "Yeah, I'm Russian-Latin." Onision rumbled softly, glancing around with a single blue iris before motioning with his tail for the husky to follow him. "Come on, you idiot. They'll kill you if they see you." Oni growled stubbornly, too stubborn to admit that he actually wanted the company, enemy or not. This guy wasn't a threat to him, and even if he was, Aloysius could take care of him for his Host.

"You joined and then left. Didn't stay long, did you?" Oni grumbled, sitting beside the Starpool idly. The glowing water was eye-catching, but he ignored it to turn to Victor instead. "Why are you even this far out, man? You should be back with those alcohol-drinking fuck-faces." Oni grunted, his tail thumping against the ground.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

Home, something that felt like Onision should know. He should know that the Ascendants was his home, he was born here, but he always had his doubts about that. Without his family here, it just felt empty. All of his earnings were for naught, everything he had ever done useless now. He had once ranked up to the rank he was now to impress his mothers, to impress Alexander, but it was all for naught. Alex fell in love with him, not his rank, and Oni was satisfied with that. His mothers died, on the same day, at the same time. It was a tragic event, one that Oni didn't like to think about.

A single blue iris hardened when Victor spoke, his jaw stiffening slightly. Exotic, it was true. He was many things. Russian, Latin, a Vampire, a Werewolf. His bloodline was a mess, but he couldn't control that. "Et consolabuntur Deorum qui diversis." Onision mumbled out, shaking his head slightly. "You would think that I would have attacked you on first sight, but I'm not in the mood for it. Half of the people here piss me off, I don't want to draw attention." Oni mumbled, scratching behind his ear idly, his piercings jingling from the movement.

The Gods had forsaken him, but Oni was never one to dwell for too long on that. "I heard if you join them, you gotta drink this weird alcohol. Sounds like a mess." He chuckled, shaking out his fur against the chilly wind of the night. "It's not safe to walk around at night, Victor." Onision meowed stubbornly, his ears twitching as he scraped at stone. The chocolate felidae wanted nothing more than to just lay down and sleep for once, but insomnia kept him up constantly, urging him to continue walking- just walk.

"Light job? You must have been daydreaming to just walk over our borders, man." Onision laughed softly, his tone taking a more joking turn. For once, he wasn't being a dickhead, surprise! Well, in the morning, he'd have to pretend this guy wasn't here in the first place. Else he'd get chewed out for letting an enemy pass the borders, and even socializing with them? Yeah, no.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

He's not safe enough for you to be able to stay around for much longer, Host.

Aloysius' voice rang out in the chocolate felidae's head, and Onision seemed to space out for a moment, his single cold iris going blank for a bit as he listened. "I can handle myself just fine. If something happens, you can take over." Oni responded to the male mentally, outwardly rolling his eyes before he kicked back into reality. With a few more blinks of his eye, Onision focused back on Victor. What was he talking about? Ooh, yeah. The Typhoon, him going on a 'jog'.

"Right, right. Jog. My bad, man." Oni snickered audibly, rolling his shoulders as he stood up, standing atop a stone not too far off, testing his weight on it idly. "So? Do you like it there? You haven't crawled back to the Ascendants yet, so I'm assuming so." Onision meowed, his tail twitching in amusement. How did people even socialize with others? He was terrible at this. It sounded like he was interrogating the poor dude.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

"Clashing opinions. Our clans are the opposite of each other ideal-wise. The hatred between the two groups date back before I was even born. I believe it was over some deaths, or something. Captures, I dunno. I remember there being a raid when I was younger, though. The Typhoon raided us head-on." Oni meowed, his tail twitching as he thought over just what exactly happened to make the two groups clash. Why did they hate each other? Nobody would ever truly know.

"We're not so peace-seeking as we try to make ourselves seem to be. We're.. Vigilantes, if I were to put it correctly. Lawful?- Not so much. We just do what we believe is right, if it brings justice to those in our clan." He meowed, laying down to tamper with his lip between his teeth idly.

//rushed!

all you give me is a heartbeat —