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Monster
HELLHOUND
650 years old
VANGUARD
played by NETTE
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WE ARE FOR SOME REASON ALL THE TIME BLEEDING
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Post by ALEXANDER EAST on Dec 23, 2014 5:03:13 GMT
 the northern wastes may be a part of the centerspine, but it is a unique part of it in that no human dares to venture here for fear of the monsters. here, there are no limits. no humans and no need for secrecy. when he changes, his first form is fluid, like fire, like shadows in the dark and the screaming of damned souls and the wrath of hell's guardian coming to bear upon mortals. it is good to run in his own form again, having abandoned the mockery of mortality in a secluded part of the wastes. when he runs, he passes others; feasting upon carcasses, or simply moving about in their own jilted way. he pays no attention to them and simply runs.no matter the form, four legs will always trump two in a matter of speed. it is a fact that he has found himself using time and time again. eventually, the run slows into a trot, and then he comes to a stop. this is part of the wastes that he has not ventured into in... a long time, he realizes with a jolt. new things may have occurred. others might have moved on, or died, or come to claim this place as refuge. intrigued, the hellhound moves to seek others in the immediate area, moving silently as he does so with ease. ITHA ORELNETTE OF GS |
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Monster
stikini
24 years old
apothecary
played by laika
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I heard you speak Like a savaged wolf And I let you eat The closest thing to love
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Post by ITHA OREL on Dec 26, 2014 20:31:02 GMT
like fields growing high, we're just those dark animals duckie of gs | it is always in the woods, in the vicelike cradle of shadow, that itha turns. there is no skill or majesty, crouched in the dirt while she turns herself inside out to bare fangs and claws and ugly things.
to be a monster is as easy as it is shameful.
the dog is large, shaggy, white and red down the front.
it is satiating and freeing to run, unshaken and unnoticed through the wastes - only having known them through rumour and myth from human mouths.
the barren landscape should unsettle her, the smell of rot should disgust her, but it is no more repulsive than it is pleasant - it is grey and desolate and fascinating.
her ears prick up to seek sound in the pocket of silence she's entered. it is the smell that she lifts her head towards - there are no words for the smell, but there is a feeling - wariness. not enough that she doesn't approach, tail set stiffly. |
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Monster
HELLHOUND
650 years old
VANGUARD
played by NETTE
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WE ARE FOR SOME REASON ALL THE TIME BLEEDING
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Post by ALEXANDER EAST on Jan 3, 2015 20:42:01 GMT
the wastes have always been his home - no matter that he travels the centerspines, irkalla, shara. all interesting places, none smelling like the desolate landscape in all of its glory. it's silent here, yes, but not scentless. a pause, and then - shaggy white amid the grey, red streaks from what he can see. a form he has never seen before, and though it isn't unusual, even in his long, long life, alexander is curious.a hellhound perpetually smells of ashes and soot; no matter the illusions that he weaves, no matter the form he takes, no matter the soaps, the perfumes. fire is in his (non-existent) blood, and the scent coils around and mingles with the wastes'. he knows the other will smell it, given the canine form, if they concentrate. he tilts his head and waits, limbs loose, bones set easy without a hint of violence. ITHA OREL wowww this is late gomenNETTE OF GS |
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Monster
stikini
24 years old
apothecary
played by laika
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I heard you speak Like a savaged wolf And I let you eat The closest thing to love
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Post by ITHA OREL on Jan 14, 2015 6:54:07 GMT
like fields growing high, we're just those dark animals duckie of gs | it is always made out to be savage, this land of monsters. it is quiet, it is not shrieking and burning, but it does smell faintly of flame. or firewood, smouldering. her own scent - of dirt, blood, and the undercurrent of something sweet and human, she barely registers.
the other is canine in form, though it doesn't smell like what you'd call a dog. it looks like smoke - but vision is hardly a sense to put trust into. smoke is a sign of panic, but this is a dense shape, sitting still in the air.
she is out of her element - but perhaps unfamiliarity has become her element, and itha ventures closer, a cautious wag of her tail. she lifts a paw to the air, slowly, as if her mind can't make up whether to bat at it. she stills. |
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Monster
HELLHOUND
650 years old
VANGUARD
played by NETTE
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WE ARE FOR SOME REASON ALL THE TIME BLEEDING
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Post by ALEXANDER EAST on Feb 1, 2015 2:49:57 GMT
he is not made of smoke, but also is, and that contradiction throws most off, wondering at his strange magic -- not elemental, not dark, not learned, just something as old as time itself some of the stone in the range -- and its capabilities. is and is not. smoke and yet solid form. most dart the other way. this one doesn't, and for the life death of him alexander cannot understand why. dirt, blood, human flesh in there somewhere. he does not move as they lifts a paw, then stills. but they do not leave. instead, he makes the second move. shifts again, moving closer until he is nose-to-nose. then he breathes out, dark smoke filling the space in-between. he has never seen this one before, but that is not uncommon. that does not mean he cannot poke, prod, see how they react to his presence. alexander waits. ITHA ORELNETTE OF GS |
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Monster
stikini
24 years old
apothecary
played by laika
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I heard you speak Like a savaged wolf And I let you eat The closest thing to love
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Post by ITHA OREL on Feb 24, 2015 6:42:58 GMT
like fields growing high, we're just those dark animals duckie of gs | she knows herself to be invincible, but caution is a difficult habit to break, and perhaps not one that needs to be broken.
he breathes a plume of smoke; almost comically, itha snorts, shakes her head. the smell will stick in her fur. the ends of her hair will stink for days and no one but her will notice. but that doesn't matter. that's a different creature in a different world - pull the doll's dress over its head and something fanged and hairy waits beneath its skirts. it carries the girl along - she cannot run as fast on her two raggedy legs.
the other dog does not seem like a plaything.
she shifts her weight back, stretches out her front paws, lets out an uncertain growl.
//this is late and shoddy im sorry |
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