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KNOW THE DARK
AND LET IT REST,
he'd woken up here strangely enough, but the beast paid that little mind, strange things always occurred to him and his kin.

Eyes the colour of corrupted white-blue like the strike of lightning across the pool of water glowed luminously in a sharp aristocratic face, black lips peeling over numerous sharp teeth as the strange creature snorted, the sand dancing away as long lean muscled limbs moved to gather under him and heft upwards, talons like blackened char and laced with veins like magma that crawled up his legs in a soft glow gripped at the softer ground creating shallow wounds in the damp sand as the beast moved away from the sea's edge.

He shook out his fur, the few flecks of sand falling away from his furred and scaled pelt - plates lightly shifting together at the movement as he moved further along the beach at a steady sedate pace, skirting the dubious looking forest and it's strange mist.

War - or as was his chosen name, Fenrisulfr - breathed out, slight smoke spiralling from his nostrils as those strange eyes roved across the area taking in where it was he'd been landed,

An island it seemed, with strange plant life - he remembered then the radiation and what the humans had done beforehand, a slight twitch in his lips of contempt, foolish beings playing with such things - and suffering the consequence, War, Fenris would have laughed at it really, left them to suffer it but it had not affected them alone and thus he felt only a bitter tang on his tongue.

The dead would cry for justice and the living would suffer for it - but that was not his realm to meddle, let dear older brother handle the souls of the departed, his was the dominion of the struggle, perhaps what had drawn him here,

He craned back to look at the forest - Hm, yes, something had drawn him here indeed, a sense of a struggle, something brewing that had drawn his interest and manifested in bringing him here.

War went where blood was to be shed after all.

Fenrisulfr hummed and smiled, the 9 foot tall hybridised look of the God shifting as the long plated-skeletal tail flickered and gouged the sand behind him, his ears craned forward when footsteps neared and so he'd wait - like father before him perhaps he'd find a home amongst these groups, in spite of their new natures, aha, but didn't new growth beget from the old? And grow all the stronger for it?

Fenrisulfr grinned to himself briefly, indeed, he thought, there was promise here, he would not have ended up where he did after all.

Fenrisulfr, son of lucifer and war ascendant felt for the first time in so long since serrated from his family, the first inklings of excitement for the possibilities.

His talk figure cut a dark silhouette across the slow setting sun, as he waited for those steps to near.

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Re: Blood paints your skin for all the wars waged | open, joining
« Reply #1 on: March 24, 2018, 09:26:09 PM »
Quietus had seen many animals bigger than him. Lions, briefly, and tigers; now, with the additions of Neptuneblue and Yani, two panthers in his own domain as well. It didn't make him uncomfortable like it would for someone with a superiority complex, and instead, made him wonder why they weren't trying to overpower him by sheer force and take his position. He didn't know either very well, and couldn't decipher if they were followers or leaders. Right now he was just trying to smartly gather others to his cause in order to enter that forest and see what was inside. Size in numbers equated to strength, something he would need.

But had he ever been in the presence of something so big it dwarfed any animal he had ever seen in his life time? No. No, it was a first, and caused him to once again react with more than an indifferent expression. Now, his expression went lax and he blinked. Blinked once again, for good measure, and it took him a few seconds more to gather his words and wits to address the creature as he would anyone else. "What's your business here?" his grating voice was even, and he took care in molding his expression back into its regular form as he padded forward in his usual path from the mountain camp he'd set up, making sure he didn't delve into the forest on accident as he did so.
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Re: Blood paints your skin for all the wars waged | open, joining
« Reply #2 on: March 25, 2018, 09:33:07 AM »
I WISH I NEVER EVER TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT IT
It wasn't long before Neptuneblue showed up, shortly after Quietus. How could he not- the giant dog was kinda hard to avoid. It was absolutely massive, and the panther couldn't help but gape up at the stranger. Contrary to Quietus, he was rather outspoken and loud, so it was really no surprise when he started laughing. "Holy shit, dude, you're like... Huge!" Wow thanks, Captain Obvious. His laughter was half shocked, half actual amusement at the way the world worked, and how things like this were even possible. "Okay, so tell me Clifford, were you always this big or is it the radiation?" He asked, genuine curiosity alight in his aqua gaze.
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but i just had to let you know ✧ general
neptuneblue muzikant / cis male / 3.9 years / born june 18th, 2014
the solis imperium / member / [FERALFRONT] former deputy of colouredclan

i never meant to hurt you though ✧ appearance
black panther / reference / health: 84%
neptuneblue has a habit of changing his bodies quite often, but the panther is an older form of his that he's chosen to take on again after a year or so. perhaps its a form of reinvention or staying hidden, but his decision doesn't matter at this point. he's muscular and tall, with huge, heavy paws and big arms. his teeth, akin to his claws, are sharp and long. his eyes are the same ocean colour as with all of his bodies, and his pelt is a beautiful obsidian shade.
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i had all my motives, i didn't know ✧ personality
angry, overprotective, family-oriented, sarcastic, bitter
neptuneblue has come a long way in the past two years of his life. he started as a nearly emotionless husk who's only purpose was to find his twin sister. after he'd found her, however, he didn't have much of a purpose. so he was a ruthless asshole for a while, and then he became a father. he spent around a year devoted to caring for his family and building his legacy, fighting in the war between sunclan and colouredclan and playing a part in ending said war, taking in his orphaned nieces and nephews, and caring about his own kids. after that year, however, his lover disappeared and he broke, fell into drug and alcohol addiction. he almost died multiple times, but he seemed to stay alive for some unknown purpose all that time. now, he's a recovered drug addict who hates himself and uses shock and self-deprecating humour as a coping mechanism. he doesn't blame his kids or nieces/nephews for losing respect for him or disliking him, but he wants to try and mend those relationships he ruined. he can be pretty closed off and bitter towards strangers, but he eventually opens up. he has a bad habit of oversharing, and is usually pretty sarcastic and playful in nature.

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Re: Blood paints your skin for all the wars waged | open, joining
« Reply #3 on: March 26, 2018, 04:58:08 PM »
KNOW THE DARK
AND LET IT REST,
the attention of the hellion fell upon The first to approach, the owner of the distant footsteps earlier - the size difference didn't matter to him, he and his kin were tall - his father was a veritable giant in his chosen form - all it meant in a fight was different advantages and disadvantages, but then that was simply his way of thinking - always on the strategy, eyeing all possible advantages and disadvantages the current circumstance afforded him.

Of course whatever had drawn him here to these shores must be linked to this one in some way - and the appearance of a second not far behind him affirmed that, a group forming on such inhospitable seeming lands? Intriguing and a challenge - something he could respect if pulled off, anyone who could prove a survivor here had already passed a trail of strength - he cast another dubious glance at the gaseous fumes not far off in the jungle before his attention was brought back to the one whom spoke.

He shifted on clawed paws, the sands shifting below him as he bowed his head in greeting - noting the brief surprise at his size, perhaps larger creatures had yet to surface here, Hm - and spoke "survival it seems" he hummed tipping his head to the side, noting the subtle smoothing over of expression "and possibly a home if circumstance allows" they'd have to survive the jungles first if this group forming here would take him in - seemed likely, a forming group tended to look for all advantageous persons it could add to its start.

His gaze flicked sideways as the second approached reasonable hearing distance - Panther - he had neither names for either of the two yet - and the rather contrasting difference between the taciturn assumed leader and the loud Panther - but he offered the Panther something of a good natured smirk at the exclamation - though he shook his head at the question snorted briefly at the nickname, answering wryly "simply born this way my friend - and my name is Fenrisulfr, Fenris is fine".

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