Victra Luminita Ducayne
@dulledfangs.bsky.social
“How does one understand a rapidly evolving world while remaining an unmoving, unliving thing?” (DCRP) (Penned by @digitalinkblot.bsky.social)
— in this sad little alleyway, only one had seen this city’s first bricks placed.
August 17, 2025 at 2:14 AM
— in this sad little alleyway, only one had seen this city’s first bricks placed.
Her voice was dry, monotone, matter-of-fact. Yet beneath it there was a suppressed urgency, a silent plea to leave her to her work. Every minute that was wasted here was another minute the killer could use.
These streets and this city may belong to the Bat now, but of the two facing each other —
These streets and this city may belong to the Bat now, but of the two facing each other —
August 17, 2025 at 2:14 AM
Her voice was dry, monotone, matter-of-fact. Yet beneath it there was a suppressed urgency, a silent plea to leave her to her work. Every minute that was wasted here was another minute the killer could use.
These streets and this city may belong to the Bat now, but of the two facing each other —
These streets and this city may belong to the Bat now, but of the two facing each other —
— the long black french Braid she wore slithering off her shoulder and resting down her spine.
“Trying to catch and kill what did this.”
She gestured to the red pool of smears and spatters.
“You could assist me. Or you could leave me be.”
“Trying to catch and kill what did this.”
She gestured to the red pool of smears and spatters.
“You could assist me. Or you could leave me be.”
August 17, 2025 at 1:57 AM
— the long black french Braid she wore slithering off her shoulder and resting down her spine.
“Trying to catch and kill what did this.”
She gestured to the red pool of smears and spatters.
“You could assist me. Or you could leave me be.”
“Trying to catch and kill what did this.”
She gestured to the red pool of smears and spatters.
“You could assist me. Or you could leave me be.”
Her golden eyes shifted to the color of dusk, never blinking, never leaving the stranger. Her gloved hands clasped behind her waist as she straightened her posture. A panther in a concrete jungle sizing up its competition—or prey.
Victra clasped her gloved hands behind her straight back, —
Victra clasped her gloved hands behind her straight back, —
August 17, 2025 at 1:57 AM
Her golden eyes shifted to the color of dusk, never blinking, never leaving the stranger. Her gloved hands clasped behind her waist as she straightened her posture. A panther in a concrete jungle sizing up its competition—or prey.
Victra clasped her gloved hands behind her straight back, —
Victra clasped her gloved hands behind her straight back, —
— “Yet,” she began, the grip on the pommel tightening like a vice.
“Can your strength overcome mine?”
Everything with Victra was a test. The blows they traded, the unconventional ways they both used their blades, and now the test was muscle against muscle.
“Can your strength overcome mine?”
Everything with Victra was a test. The blows they traded, the unconventional ways they both used their blades, and now the test was muscle against muscle.
July 13, 2025 at 1:59 PM
— “Yet,” she began, the grip on the pommel tightening like a vice.
“Can your strength overcome mine?”
Everything with Victra was a test. The blows they traded, the unconventional ways they both used their blades, and now the test was muscle against muscle.
“Can your strength overcome mine?”
Everything with Victra was a test. The blows they traded, the unconventional ways they both used their blades, and now the test was muscle against muscle.
— dug the heel of her boot into the floor and stretched out her hand.
Skylar had more reach, and a jab with the pommel could easily turn into a swing with the blade.
“My Sky, you never cease to surprise me,” Victra said as the palm of her hand met the tip of the pommel and simply…Held it. —
Skylar had more reach, and a jab with the pommel could easily turn into a swing with the blade.
“My Sky, you never cease to surprise me,” Victra said as the palm of her hand met the tip of the pommel and simply…Held it. —
July 13, 2025 at 1:59 PM
— dug the heel of her boot into the floor and stretched out her hand.
Skylar had more reach, and a jab with the pommel could easily turn into a swing with the blade.
“My Sky, you never cease to surprise me,” Victra said as the palm of her hand met the tip of the pommel and simply…Held it. —
Skylar had more reach, and a jab with the pommel could easily turn into a swing with the blade.
“My Sky, you never cease to surprise me,” Victra said as the palm of her hand met the tip of the pommel and simply…Held it. —
Victra’s eyes flashed with shock as Skylar once again took her by surprise. She had learned centuries ago that every tool can be a weapon, and every part of that tool can be a blade. However, it seemed that her lover had learned much the same.
Her smile widened, her fangs on full display as she —
Her smile widened, her fangs on full display as she —
July 13, 2025 at 1:59 PM
Victra’s eyes flashed with shock as Skylar once again took her by surprise. She had learned centuries ago that every tool can be a weapon, and every part of that tool can be a blade. However, it seemed that her lover had learned much the same.
Her smile widened, her fangs on full display as she —
Her smile widened, her fangs on full display as she —
- then ask them quickly. I have little time and what little I do have is borrowed."
July 5, 2025 at 12:05 AM
- then ask them quickly. I have little time and what little I do have is borrowed."
- walking tour out of time, a linguist's dream study. French mixed with Eastern European diphthongs, odd pronunciations of vowels in different contexts. Impossible to nail down yet somehow strangely familiar to learned ears.
"If you are here to fight, then face me. If you are here for questions, -
"If you are here to fight, then face me. If you are here for questions, -
July 5, 2025 at 12:05 AM
- walking tour out of time, a linguist's dream study. French mixed with Eastern European diphthongs, odd pronunciations of vowels in different contexts. Impossible to nail down yet somehow strangely familiar to learned ears.
"If you are here to fight, then face me. If you are here for questions, -
"If you are here to fight, then face me. If you are here for questions, -
-of at least ten meters. She didn't turn, made no indication she knew the mysterious stranger was there, she simply spoke.
"I know you are there, stranger. I can hear your breathing, your heartbeat. Pursuing me was good exercise, I hope."
Her voice was deep and smooth as glass. Her accent was a -
"I know you are there, stranger. I can hear your breathing, your heartbeat. Pursuing me was good exercise, I hope."
Her voice was deep and smooth as glass. Her accent was a -
July 5, 2025 at 12:05 AM
-of at least ten meters. She didn't turn, made no indication she knew the mysterious stranger was there, she simply spoke.
"I know you are there, stranger. I can hear your breathing, your heartbeat. Pursuing me was good exercise, I hope."
Her voice was deep and smooth as glass. Her accent was a -
"I know you are there, stranger. I can hear your breathing, your heartbeat. Pursuing me was good exercise, I hope."
Her voice was deep and smooth as glass. Her accent was a -
- may be temporarily out of service, her sense of hearing certainly was not.
The soft whisper of leather on stone and the slightest hint of deep, controlled breaths told Victra her pursuer was here. Somewhere at her six o'clock. No, six-thirty. Perched at least six meters above her at a distance -
The soft whisper of leather on stone and the slightest hint of deep, controlled breaths told Victra her pursuer was here. Somewhere at her six o'clock. No, six-thirty. Perched at least six meters above her at a distance -
July 5, 2025 at 12:05 AM
- may be temporarily out of service, her sense of hearing certainly was not.
The soft whisper of leather on stone and the slightest hint of deep, controlled breaths told Victra her pursuer was here. Somewhere at her six o'clock. No, six-thirty. Perched at least six meters above her at a distance -
The soft whisper of leather on stone and the slightest hint of deep, controlled breaths told Victra her pursuer was here. Somewhere at her six o'clock. No, six-thirty. Perched at least six meters above her at a distance -
- beneath the stench of blood, was tenuous now.
"Merde."
She couldn't tell which way it led, how long the killer had been gone, none of it. Like a bloodhound whose snout had been peppered, she would have to rely on other means.
Other means, she thought, had just arrived.
While her sense of smell-
"Merde."
She couldn't tell which way it led, how long the killer had been gone, none of it. Like a bloodhound whose snout had been peppered, she would have to rely on other means.
Other means, she thought, had just arrived.
While her sense of smell-
July 5, 2025 at 12:05 AM
- beneath the stench of blood, was tenuous now.
"Merde."
She couldn't tell which way it led, how long the killer had been gone, none of it. Like a bloodhound whose snout had been peppered, she would have to rely on other means.
Other means, she thought, had just arrived.
While her sense of smell-
"Merde."
She couldn't tell which way it led, how long the killer had been gone, none of it. Like a bloodhound whose snout had been peppered, she would have to rely on other means.
Other means, she thought, had just arrived.
While her sense of smell-
The woman circled the body—or what was left of it. Golden eyes flitted over every detail seen and unseen. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed, her nose scrunching as her eyes watered and shut tight for a moment. She had only just noticed that the trail she had been following, the scent that lurked -
July 5, 2025 at 12:05 AM
The woman circled the body—or what was left of it. Golden eyes flitted over every detail seen and unseen. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed, her nose scrunching as her eyes watered and shut tight for a moment. She had only just noticed that the trail she had been following, the scent that lurked -
// Art by A. Burdisio.
July 1, 2025 at 1:51 AM
// Art by A. Burdisio.
“I still wake at times in the small hours of the day and hear the sound of the marching drums, the horn blasts marking a retreat, deafening cheers of victory, the hollow wailing of loss, the rage and the joy, the splendid and the vile.”
July 1, 2025 at 1:50 AM
“I still wake at times in the small hours of the day and hear the sound of the marching drums, the horn blasts marking a retreat, deafening cheers of victory, the hollow wailing of loss, the rage and the joy, the splendid and the vile.”
- the owner was jealous that the wall had drank some of what was rightfully theirs.
She had to find the killer–and fast.
She had to find the killer–and fast.
June 29, 2025 at 5:00 PM
- the owner was jealous that the wall had drank some of what was rightfully theirs.
She had to find the killer–and fast.
She had to find the killer–and fast.
- windblown into little eddies of trash.
A horrid little place to die.
Fresh blood smeared nearly every surface within reach, the walls spattered with arterial spray that had been marked by the pattern of a tongue desperately licking the surface and clawing, clawing, clawing at the brick as if -
A horrid little place to die.
Fresh blood smeared nearly every surface within reach, the walls spattered with arterial spray that had been marked by the pattern of a tongue desperately licking the surface and clawing, clawing, clawing at the brick as if -
June 29, 2025 at 5:00 PM
- windblown into little eddies of trash.
A horrid little place to die.
Fresh blood smeared nearly every surface within reach, the walls spattered with arterial spray that had been marked by the pattern of a tongue desperately licking the surface and clawing, clawing, clawing at the brick as if -
A horrid little place to die.
Fresh blood smeared nearly every surface within reach, the walls spattered with arterial spray that had been marked by the pattern of a tongue desperately licking the surface and clawing, clawing, clawing at the brick as if -
- Victra supposed had once been human was the source she had been chasing.
The surrounding buildings' roofs nearly kissed over the little street, the old grey asphalt that paved it crumbling to the point where it may as well have been gravel. Old refuse and detritus lined the corners and walls, -
The surrounding buildings' roofs nearly kissed over the little street, the old grey asphalt that paved it crumbling to the point where it may as well have been gravel. Old refuse and detritus lined the corners and walls, -
June 29, 2025 at 5:00 PM
- Victra supposed had once been human was the source she had been chasing.
The surrounding buildings' roofs nearly kissed over the little street, the old grey asphalt that paved it crumbling to the point where it may as well have been gravel. Old refuse and detritus lined the corners and walls, -
The surrounding buildings' roofs nearly kissed over the little street, the old grey asphalt that paved it crumbling to the point where it may as well have been gravel. Old refuse and detritus lined the corners and walls, -
- other as she set her jaw and steeled herself just as she had thousands of times before.
The blur of her form shot past a side street before suddenly reappearing at the mouth of it, the dim light showing her a crumpled form lying in an ever-expanding pool of blood.
The little pile of what -
The blur of her form shot past a side street before suddenly reappearing at the mouth of it, the dim light showing her a crumpled form lying in an ever-expanding pool of blood.
The little pile of what -
June 29, 2025 at 5:00 PM
- other as she set her jaw and steeled herself just as she had thousands of times before.
The blur of her form shot past a side street before suddenly reappearing at the mouth of it, the dim light showing her a crumpled form lying in an ever-expanding pool of blood.
The little pile of what -
The blur of her form shot past a side street before suddenly reappearing at the mouth of it, the dim light showing her a crumpled form lying in an ever-expanding pool of blood.
The little pile of what -
- in the Minotaur's maze that made up Gotham's old streets.
The wind was warm and sticky, sickly-sweet with the stench that gut-punched her. The smell made her belly churn, a feeling not unlike being offered a bowl of sugar as a full-course meal. She was close now.
Her teeth ground against each -
The wind was warm and sticky, sickly-sweet with the stench that gut-punched her. The smell made her belly churn, a feeling not unlike being offered a bowl of sugar as a full-course meal. She was close now.
Her teeth ground against each -
June 29, 2025 at 5:00 PM
- in the Minotaur's maze that made up Gotham's old streets.
The wind was warm and sticky, sickly-sweet with the stench that gut-punched her. The smell made her belly churn, a feeling not unlike being offered a bowl of sugar as a full-course meal. She was close now.
Her teeth ground against each -
The wind was warm and sticky, sickly-sweet with the stench that gut-punched her. The smell made her belly churn, a feeling not unlike being offered a bowl of sugar as a full-course meal. She was close now.
Her teeth ground against each -
- still waters. All around her was violence, and yet she felt a focus and will so powerful she knew the storm could never touch her.
Victra left those thoughts for another time, leaving them in the dark where they belonged as she sprang from a corner and launched herself down another alley -
Victra left those thoughts for another time, leaving them in the dark where they belonged as she sprang from a corner and launched herself down another alley -
June 29, 2025 at 5:00 PM
- still waters. All around her was violence, and yet she felt a focus and will so powerful she knew the storm could never touch her.
Victra left those thoughts for another time, leaving them in the dark where they belonged as she sprang from a corner and launched herself down another alley -
Victra left those thoughts for another time, leaving them in the dark where they belonged as she sprang from a corner and launched herself down another alley -
- Lightning flashed in the distance, silhouetting smoke-grey clouds against the black sky. The storm was all around her, surrounding her, threatening to swallow her whole. Yet the waters remained still, the wind calm.
She was in the eye of the storm, and nothing around her dared disturb those -
She was in the eye of the storm, and nothing around her dared disturb those -
June 29, 2025 at 5:00 PM
- Lightning flashed in the distance, silhouetting smoke-grey clouds against the black sky. The storm was all around her, surrounding her, threatening to swallow her whole. Yet the waters remained still, the wind calm.
She was in the eye of the storm, and nothing around her dared disturb those -
She was in the eye of the storm, and nothing around her dared disturb those -