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I try to keep from going under - Mazikeen - 03-22-2021 Mazikeen open to any! RE: I try to keep from going under - Chemdog - 03-28-2021 Chemdog’s shoulder was slashed and poisoned a few weeks prior, and is just now starting to heal. He monster’s venom finally drained completely, leaving gnarled scar tissue and rough oozing scabs. It was not pretty, but he was rather proud of living through his encounter. The memory of a shadowy girl, all sharp teeth and eerie riddle-eyes, pulling the long glass like fangs from his bloodied wounds. She kept some for a souvenir, and he scooped up the other teeth. They clank in his thick mane, braided into it like a little chime that sings when disturbed. He ran to the River after his attack and has yet to leave and find something better to do with himself. He moves through the darkness with a tall dark ghost at is side. It is an enormous stallion, black in life, but ghoulishly white and translucent in his afterlife form. His eyes a hollow white, his expression hardened and stoic, walking in step with Chem and picking his head up to look toward various noises along the route. He is Mohan, his grandfather. An old spirit, aggressive but only when provoked. His grandson summons him often these days. They don’t speak, but walk in silence together, the dim glow of Mohan’s form lighting a grayish radius around them. He is silver like moonlight, moving fluidly between worlds with the help of his kin. He’s not sure why he feels like a walk along the coast, a lonely figure moving across the edge of the sands where the River meets the sea, but he finds himself enjoying the sound of the waves and the crisp smell on the wind. The smells become mixed though, mixed with the smell of a stranger, someone close. Through the fog he can see the glow of her horns, he snorts, but isn’t heard it seems like. He walks closer to the stranger, Mohan dissipating into a soft cloud of mist before drifting away on the wind completely. Chem watches her coat change and the look on her face when it does, a chuckle booms from his chest and he breaks through the wall of thick fog. He stops just short of walking in, watching her from shore with only his toes ouching the frigid seawater. “Isn’t that interesting.” his expression is bright, even smiling, but Chem’s always got a hungry look in his eye – a primal twinge in the glassy teal of his steady gaze. He exhales, “Neat trick.” he blinks, trying to soften his predatory look; he can always feel it rising in him. Sometimes he nurtures it, sometimes he tries to keep it at bay, but its always there waiting to slither out and take over. CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall @[Mazikeen] ❤ hope this is cool! RE: I try to keep from going under - Mazikeen - 03-30-2021 Mazikeen @[Chemdog] absolutely!! <3 RE: I try to keep from going under - Chemdog - 04-09-2021
When her laugh bubbles from her, his muscles uncoil just a small bit. One ear previously laid flat join the other, standing upright, those bright teal eyes glinting with what small bit of light is cast. Hell crawled from below, breaking it’s cage and releasing its contents – like a toaster into the tub, the world is electrified. And dark. He watches her, twitching his ears at her voice but not looking at her face, observing her changing coat curiously. He summons a pair of hounds. Lithe bodies, sharp pointed ears, gray smokey bodies and eerie translucent eyes. The glow faintly in the blackened atmosphere, silence in their movements as they circle their master and each laying to one side before dissipating into a swirl of mist. “Mine’s new too.” he brings his eyes to meet the fiery orange of hers. What an interesting and pleasant woman. His head quirks to the side, blinking slow as he watches the fur shorten at her legs. Like him, she has yet to master her new gift. He’s much familiar with the feeling. For the first week he could only summon deformed, freaky, hideous creatures that seemed to never have breathed life to begin with – only odd byproducts of wonky magic, he guessed. Finally he has it down enough to summon his grandfather, or a few random sparring companions, but he’s not yet finely tuned and overuse drains him quickly. “Not much will, I’m afraid.” his eyes find her faint smile and the corners of his mouth pull into his own kind of smile; more smirky, but still polite. He’s cautious, but so far rather surprised he hasn’t been chased off. “I’m Chem.” he blows a warm breath through his nostrils, puffing out of his nostrils to freeze on the cold eclipsed air. CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall <3 @[Mazikeen] RE: I try to keep from going under - Mazikeen - 04-12-2021 Mazikeen @[Chemdog] RE: I try to keep from going under - Chemdog - 04-16-2021 The darkness is suffocating. Every part of him yearns for it to be over and this has made him more on edge then usual. Perhaps it is how depression bubbles to the surface for him. His shoulder aches, the scar fresh, and one of the bone-hard fangs that ripped him open dangles tied in his thick mane. Some shadow mare who helped him has the other. His scar, the tooth, just a few souvenirs for his ordeals with the monsters. “Chem.” his name hangs in the silence until she breaks it. He smiles, “Oh have you, now?” he doesn’t mock her with his smile, or even his tone, as he doesn’t have trouble believing it. He doesn’t bother to explain he meant that ‘not much will help one kill the monsters’. It’s been his experience that its pretty much up to you to fight the monsters after you – metaphor there? He lets her have the moment, she seems to like it, and he likes that she likes it. If he had his own spotlight, he’d gladly tip it her way. “No.” he blinks, shaking like a dog to summon the little black iridescent snake from his thick gnarled mane. She crawls from the black nest of hair to curl around one ear and peer at the stranger, her tongue flicking. “But she is.” he takes a bored breath inward, “They’re souls haunt willingly on my command.” “Tell me more about killing those monsters, Mazikeen – I would love to hear about such exciting, dangerous endeavors.” he smirks, mocking her just a little, but the want to hear her stories was in fact genuine. CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall so since the darkness has f'd off i was figuring we could wrap this sucker up in a few posts AND if its okay...i would love Chem to lightly stalk her? like, secretly follow her home lol ...and then arrive at her home and be like, "oh hi. just passing thru" XD @[Mazikeen] RE: I try to keep from going under - Mazikeen - 04-18-2021 Mazikeen @[Chemdog] sure we can wrap it up soon and that's fine if he wants to stop by Hyaline for a visit! RE: I try to keep from going under - Chemdog - 04-22-2021 The roll of her eyes makes his ears flip forward, jarring the little snake, and she slithers back into his thick mane (pissed). So, she’s quite observant, he ponders, and feels a little scolded after she’s rolled her eyes in acknowledgement. The feeling passes quickly. When she shifts into a bear, white, black paws and markings across her face, his grin widens, almost looking mad. She’s full of fun tricks, isn’t she? He flicks his nose curiously at her as she starts to prowl out of the waters and toward the edge. His teal eyes stay with her, and he listens carefully. Her eyes blaze wildly, and he’s hooked like a salmon, keeping his eyes and ears on the bear as she moves. Her last story sounds a lot like his experience, the memory makes his shoulder ache and the slash scar pulse under the scab. “Impressive.” he means it, but still its hard to not sound facetious when you’re a sarcastic asshole by nature. “I only fought the one – not nearly as riveting, and I didn’t get away as clean.” The memories of it flash through him and his skin beads sweat under his mane, his skin always feels freezing and his body feverish when he remembers. After fighting the one, he ran from the rest; a very fuck this attitude. He leaves that out – in the face a warrior bear woman (he doesn’t even know she’s queen of hyaline), it seems unwise to point out you’re kind of a little bitch comparatively. And with his ego? Please. He tucks that away. Screams, breaking branches, growling, cracking and clicking. The apocalypse happens around them, the darkness still stifling. It feels like it may never be over. Does this sort of world not bother her, he wonders? She does seem quite at home, while his skin crawls. He can almost hear his grandfather cringing, watching closely, disappointed. Chemdog doesn’t like this kind of world, he can survive it, he can fight, but he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t love it, he loves other things. But this woman, she seems unperturbed, almost fueled. CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall @[Mazikeen] this ones kind of weird? im not sure lol forgive me |