*These little things exist everywhere... everywhere. All across the world... so many... the beasts. These creatures where made...* *These little things exist everywhere... everywhere. All across the world... so many... the beasts. These creatures where made...*
"Who//What Manufactured Them? I//We Have Observed Mutch Of The World. These Are The First" it imitates your telepathy again "scraptors" "I//We Have Seen"
It shifts its body, turning it's head to look around, it's torso turning and arms raising, making a clicking noise *Their leader made them? Most likely. They have been everywhere... always... but none are the same... always pitiful beasts made of scraps...* "Their leader made them? Most likely. They have been everywhere... always... but none are the same... always pitiful beasts made of scraps..."
"I//We Calculate A 67% Chance You Are Looking For This Leader. Do You Want Assistance?"
One of the corpses with most of a 'skeleton' intact shakes it's head 'no'. Another similar one shakes 'yes'
*These little things exist everywhere... everywhere. All across the world... so many... the beasts. These creatures where made...* *These little things exist everywhere... everywhere. All across the world... so many... the beasts. These creatures where made...*
"Who//What Manufactured Them? I//We Have Observed Mutch Of The World. These Are The First" it imitates your telepathy again "scraptors" "I//We Have Seen"
It shifts its body, turning it's head to look around, it's torso turning and arms raising, making a clicking noise *Their leader made them? Most likely. They have been everywhere... always... but none are the same... always pitiful beasts made of scraps...* "Their leader made them? Most likely. They have been everywhere... always... but none are the same... always pitiful beasts made of scraps..."
"I//We Calculate A 67% Chance You Are Looking For This Leader. Do You Want Assistance?"
One of the corpses with most of a 'skeleton' intact shakes it's head 'no'. Another similar one shakes 'yes'
"Form A Consensus. Do You Want Assistance?"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
A shadow moves through the trees. But unlike most shadows which are generally cooler in temperature, this one is a sweat drinking swelter of a shade. It sidles through the woods until it comes upon the sickly wolf. Empty eye sockets that perch like caverns under two wide spread horns watch the insane beast with interest.
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
A shadow moves through the trees. But unlike most shadows which are generally cooler in temperature, this one is a sweat drinking swelter of a shade. It sidles through the woods until it comes upon the sickly wolf. Empty eye sockets that perch like caverns under two wide spread horns watch the insane beast with interest.
The wolf is slowly dragging itself through the woods, unable to walk properly as its muscles spasm and cease to function right. It’s foaming at the mouth, with wild eyes and matted, bloody fur. It has a bite mark from another wolf on its leg. It’s in constant pain as some otherworldly force is wrestling it for control over its own body, howling and barking.
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
A shadow moves through the trees. But unlike most shadows which are generally cooler in temperature, this one is a sweat drinking swelter of a shade. It sidles through the woods until it comes upon the sickly wolf. Empty eye sockets that perch like caverns under two wide spread horns watch the insane beast with interest.
The wolf is slowly dragging itself through the woods, unable to walk properly as its muscles spasm and cease to function right. It’s foaming at the mouth, with wild eyes and matted, bloody fur. It has a bite mark from another wolf on its leg. It’s in constant pain as some otherworldly force is wrestling it for control over its own body, howling and barking.
Crotalus's skeletal form steps from the shadows and approaches the rabid animal. Coiled in his hand like a rattlesnake ready to strike, is his sun-woven lasso. With a flick of his wrist the swirling loop of his lariat is let loose, launching towards the lupine beast, aimed true for its neck.
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
A shadow moves through the trees. But unlike most shadows which are generally cooler in temperature, this one is a sweat drinking swelter of a shade. It sidles through the woods until it comes upon the sickly wolf. Empty eye sockets that perch like caverns under two wide spread horns watch the insane beast with interest.
The wolf is slowly dragging itself through the woods, unable to walk properly as its muscles spasm and cease to function right. It’s foaming at the mouth, with wild eyes and matted, bloody fur. It has a bite mark from another wolf on its leg. It’s in constant pain as some otherworldly force is wrestling it for control over its own body, howling and barking.
Crotalus's skeletal form steps from the shadows and approaches the rabid animal. Coiled in his hand like a rattlesnake ready to strike, is his sun-woven lasso. With a flick of his wrist the swirling loop of his lariat is let loose, launching towards the lupine beast, aimed true for its neck.
He catches the wolf, and it howls in pain again as it frantically tries to escape, unable to. Not able to escape, it attempts to lunge towards Crotalus, trying to bite at the desert god in desperation.
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
A shadow moves through the trees. But unlike most shadows which are generally cooler in temperature, this one is a sweat drinking swelter of a shade. It sidles through the woods until it comes upon the sickly wolf. Empty eye sockets that perch like caverns under two wide spread horns watch the insane beast with interest.
The wolf is slowly dragging itself through the woods, unable to walk properly as its muscles spasm and cease to function right. It’s foaming at the mouth, with wild eyes and matted, bloody fur. It has a bite mark from another wolf on its leg. It’s in constant pain as some otherworldly force is wrestling it for control over its own body, howling and barking.
Crotalus's skeletal form steps from the shadows and approaches the rabid animal. Coiled in his hand like a rattlesnake ready to strike, is his sun-woven lasso. With a flick of his wrist the swirling loop of his lariat is let loose, launching towards the lupine beast, aimed true for its neck.
He catches the wolf, and it howls in pain again as it frantically tries to escape, unable to. Not able to escape, it attempts to lunge towards Crotalus, trying to bite at the desert god in desperation.
The lord of the desert easily side steps the creature and uses the opportunity to tie the beasts back legs together. In almost no time flat he's got the wolf hog tied and is standing over its furry form.
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
A shadow moves through the trees. But unlike most shadows which are generally cooler in temperature, this one is a sweat drinking swelter of a shade. It sidles through the woods until it comes upon the sickly wolf. Empty eye sockets that perch like caverns under two wide spread horns watch the insane beast with interest.
The wolf is slowly dragging itself through the woods, unable to walk properly as its muscles spasm and cease to function right. It’s foaming at the mouth, with wild eyes and matted, bloody fur. It has a bite mark from another wolf on its leg. It’s in constant pain as some otherworldly force is wrestling it for control over its own body, howling and barking.
Crotalus's skeletal form steps from the shadows and approaches the rabid animal. Coiled in his hand like a rattlesnake ready to strike, is his sun-woven lasso. With a flick of his wrist the swirling loop of his lariat is let loose, launching towards the lupine beast, aimed true for its neck.
He catches the wolf, and it howls in pain again as it frantically tries to escape, unable to. Not able to escape, it attempts to lunge towards Crotalus, trying to bite at the desert god in desperation.
The lord of the desert easily side steps the creature and uses the opportunity to tie the beasts back legs together. In almost no time flat he's got the wolf hog tied and is standing over its furry form.
It whines pitifully, unable to do much else. In a few short hours, if nothing else happens to it, Rabies, Lyssa, will have claimed it as it’s next victim.
The lord of the desert easily side steps the creature and uses the opportunity to tie the beasts back legs together. In almost no time flat he's got the wolf hog tied and is standing over its furry form.
It whines pitifully, unable to do much else. In a few short hours, if nothing else happens to it, Rabies, Lyssa, will have claimed it as it’s next victim.
"Ya got poison on yer breathe." mutters Crotalus. He puts his hand on the beasts ribcage to feel its breathing and looks into its mind to see what is happening in there. Doing so causes the creatures temperature to increase dramatically.
The lord of the desert easily side steps the creature and uses the opportunity to tie the beasts back legs together. In almost no time flat he's got the wolf hog tied and is standing over its furry form.
It whines pitifully, unable to do much else. In a few short hours, if nothing else happens to it, Rabies, Lyssa, will have claimed it as it’s next victim.
"Ya got poison on yer breathe." mutters Crotalus. He puts his hand on the beasts ribcage to feel its breathing and looks into its mind to see what is happening in there. Doing so causes the creatures temperature to increase dramatically.
Its mind is filled with three things: panic, confusion, and a gnawing hunger. It’s not sure what’s happening, it’s in extreme pain, and it is oh, so hungry, and oh, so thirsty. The heat causes it to be uncomfortable, and it shifts around a bit, whining.
The lord of the desert easily side steps the creature and uses the opportunity to tie the beasts back legs together. In almost no time flat he's got the wolf hog tied and is standing over its furry form.
It whines pitifully, unable to do much else. In a few short hours, if nothing else happens to it, Rabies, Lyssa, will have claimed it as it’s next victim.
"Ya got poison on yer breathe." mutters Crotalus. He puts his hand on the beasts ribcage to feel its breathing and looks into its mind to see what is happening in there. Doing so causes the creatures temperature to increase dramatically.
Its mind is filled with three things: panic, confusion, and a gnawing hunger. It’s not sure what’s happening, it’s in extreme pain, and it is oh, so hungry, and oh, so thirsty. The heat causes it to be uncomfortable, and it shifts around a bit, whining.
Crotalus kneels down low to the dirt and lifts the wolf's snout up to look him directly in the face. Then he speaks directly to the disease, "You sure ain't taken it easy on this poor thing."
The lord of the desert easily side steps the creature and uses the opportunity to tie the beasts back legs together. In almost no time flat he's got the wolf hog tied and is standing over its furry form.
It whines pitifully, unable to do much else. In a few short hours, if nothing else happens to it, Rabies, Lyssa, will have claimed it as it’s next victim.
"Ya got poison on yer breathe." mutters Crotalus. He puts his hand on the beasts ribcage to feel its breathing and looks into its mind to see what is happening in there. Doing so causes the creatures temperature to increase dramatically.
Its mind is filled with three things: panic, confusion, and a gnawing hunger. It’s not sure what’s happening, it’s in extreme pain, and it is oh, so hungry, and oh, so thirsty. The heat causes it to be uncomfortable, and it shifts around a bit, whining.
Crotalus kneels down low to the dirt and lifts the wolf's snout up to look him directly in the face. Then he speaks directly to the disease, "You sure ain't taken it easy on this poor thing."
The wolf simply whines some more, but Crotalus hears a voice answer him, just a silhouette in the trees. “It’s too easy, really.” The figure, mostly humanoid in shape, disappears, simply, but slowly, dissolving into thin air.
the wolf howls in pain again, as it’s muscles begin to spasm and contract again. It’s getting hard for it to breathe.
Crotalus kneels down low to the dirt and lifts the wolf's snout up to look him directly in the face. Then he speaks directly to the disease, "You sure ain't taken it easy on this poor thing."
The wolf simply whines some more, but Crotalus hears a voice answer him, just a silhouette in the trees. “It’s too easy, really.” The figure, mostly humanoid in shape, disappears, simply, but slowly, dissolving into thin air.
the wolf howls in pain again, as it’s muscles begin to spasm and contract again. It’s getting hard for it to breathe.
"Well now yer just bein' cruel." The golden lariat that binds the wolf loosens and dissolves into sand which flies back up to his outstretched hand where it condenses into a small, solid shape. "Ain't no use to pain." A revolver. That's the shape. And it's pointed right at the wolf's head. "Not if no one's learning from it." Mercy meets the wolf right between the eyes with the sound of thunder.
Crotalus kneels down low to the dirt and lifts the wolf's snout up to look him directly in the face. Then he speaks directly to the disease, "You sure ain't taken it easy on this poor thing."
The wolf simply whines some more, but Crotalus hears a voice answer him, just a silhouette in the trees. “It’s too easy, really.” The figure, mostly humanoid in shape, disappears, simply, but slowly, dissolving into thin air.
the wolf howls in pain again, as it’s muscles begin to spasm and contract again. It’s getting hard for it to breathe.
"Well now yer just bein' cruel." The golden lariat that binds the wolf loosens and dissolves into sand which flies back up to his outstretched hand where it condenses into a small, solid shape. "Ain't no use to pain." A revolver. That's the shape. And it's pointed right at the wolf's head. "Not if no one's learning from it." Mercy meets the wolf right between the eyes with the sound of thunder.
“Well, it’s meant to kill them, and the most efficient way for that to happen involves pain.” The voice says again, appearing as a silhouette on a different tree. “whoever made life really had no idea what they were doing. Do you know how simple it is to end a mortal life?” It disappears again.
Crotalus kneels down low to the dirt and lifts the wolf's snout up to look him directly in the face. Then he speaks directly to the disease, "You sure ain't taken it easy on this poor thing."
The wolf simply whines some more, but Crotalus hears a voice answer him, just a silhouette in the trees. “It’s too easy, really.” The figure, mostly humanoid in shape, disappears, simply, but slowly, dissolving into thin air.
the wolf howls in pain again, as it’s muscles begin to spasm and contract again. It’s getting hard for it to breathe.
"Well now yer just bein' cruel." The golden lariat that binds the wolf loosens and dissolves into sand which flies back up to his outstretched hand where it condenses into a small, solid shape. "Ain't no use to pain." A revolver. That's the shape. And it's pointed right at the wolf's head. "Not if no one's learning from it." Mercy meets the wolf right between the eyes with the sound of thunder.
“Well, it’s meant to kill them, and the most efficient way for that to happen involves pain.” The voice says again, appearing as a silhouette on a different tree. “whoever made life really had no idea what they were doing. Do you know how simple it is to end a mortal life?” It disappears again.
"Friend, you're far from efficient."
"Mortals have short lives sure, but that's all part of their design. They ain't made to last forever, not on this here earth. They are made for a glory after this life." His empty eye sockets survey the surrounding trees. "Besides, it's hard to get any real work done without no deadline."
Crotalus kneels down low to the dirt and lifts the wolf's snout up to look him directly in the face. Then he speaks directly to the disease, "You sure ain't taken it easy on this poor thing."
The wolf simply whines some more, but Crotalus hears a voice answer him, just a silhouette in the trees. “It’s too easy, really.” The figure, mostly humanoid in shape, disappears, simply, but slowly, dissolving into thin air.
the wolf howls in pain again, as it’s muscles begin to spasm and contract again. It’s getting hard for it to breathe.
"Well now yer just bein' cruel." The golden lariat that binds the wolf loosens and dissolves into sand which flies back up to his outstretched hand where it condenses into a small, solid shape. "Ain't no use to pain." A revolver. That's the shape. And it's pointed right at the wolf's head. "Not if no one's learning from it." Mercy meets the wolf right between the eyes with the sound of thunder.
“Well, it’s meant to kill them, and the most efficient way for that to happen involves pain.” The voice says again, appearing as a silhouette on a different tree. “whoever made life really had no idea what they were doing. Do you know how simple it is to end a mortal life?” It disappears again.
"Friend, you're far from efficient."
"Mortals have short lives sure, but that's all part of their design. They ain't made to last forever, not on this here earth. They are made for a glory after this life." His empty eye sockets survey the surrounding trees. "Besides, it's hard to get any real work done without no deadline."
”hmm, you’re right…” she says, appearing once again, a bit closer. With a clawed Hand, she slashes the tree she appears next to, leaving a deep gash in the wood.
”efficient isn’t the word I should be using… It does take quite a while… but do you want to know the most interesting part about it? It always kills.” She cackles, disappearing once again.
"Mortals have short lives sure, but that's all part of their design. They ain't made to last forever, not on this here earth. They are made for a glory after this life." His empty eye sockets survey the surrounding trees. "Besides, it's hard to get any real work done without no deadline."
”hmm, you’re right…” she says, appearing once again, a bit closer. With a clawed Hand, she slashes the tree she appears next to, leaving a deep gash in the wood.
”efficient isn’t the word I should be using… It does take quite a while… but do you want to know the most interesting part about it? It always kills.” She cackles, disappearing once again.
"Hm," He sighs with a sound like the wind blowing a tumble weed across a field of sand. "And to what purpose? What aim does your pain and death have?" He lays a white boned hand against the wounded tree trunk. As he does so, a hard, dry bark begins to grow back over the damaged wood, healing it. Soon the gash has been mended but it is marked by a heavy scar.
"Mortals have short lives sure, but that's all part of their design. They ain't made to last forever, not on this here earth. They are made for a glory after this life." His empty eye sockets survey the surrounding trees. "Besides, it's hard to get any real work done without no deadline."
”hmm, you’re right…” she says, appearing once again, a bit closer. With a clawed Hand, she slashes the tree she appears next to, leaving a deep gash in the wood.
”efficient isn’t the word I should be using… It does take quite a while… but do you want to know the most interesting part about it? It always kills.” She cackles, disappearing once again.
"Hm," He sighs with a sound like the wind blowing a tumble weed across a field of sand. "And to what purpose? What aim does your pain and death have?" He lays a white boned hand against the wounded tree trunk. As he does so, a hard, dry bark begins to grow back over the damaged wood, healing it. Soon the gash has been mended but it is marked by a heavy scar.
“Darling, I don’t do this because I can. I do this because this is what I do. I am Lyssa, and I am Rabies. One and the same, understand? If there’s no rabies, there is no Lyssa. And I’d much prefer to live than to fade away to nothing. It’s like how animals need to eat. I need to kill. And I always kill.”
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One of the corpses with most of a 'skeleton' intact shakes it's head 'no'. Another similar one shakes 'yes'
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"Form A Consensus. Do You Want Assistance?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
A shadow moves through the trees. But unlike most shadows which are generally cooler in temperature, this one is a sweat drinking swelter of a shade. It sidles through the woods until it comes upon the sickly wolf. Empty eye sockets that perch like caverns under two wide spread horns watch the insane beast with interest.
The wolf is slowly dragging itself through the woods, unable to walk properly as its muscles spasm and cease to function right. It’s foaming at the mouth, with wild eyes and matted, bloody fur. It has a bite mark from another wolf on its leg. It’s in constant pain as some otherworldly force is wrestling it for control over its own body, howling and barking.
Crotalus's skeletal form steps from the shadows and approaches the rabid animal. Coiled in his hand like a rattlesnake ready to strike, is his sun-woven lasso. With a flick of his wrist the swirling loop of his lariat is let loose, launching towards the lupine beast, aimed true for its neck.
He catches the wolf, and it howls in pain again as it frantically tries to escape, unable to. Not able to escape, it attempts to lunge towards Crotalus, trying to bite at the desert god in desperation.
The lord of the desert easily side steps the creature and uses the opportunity to tie the beasts back legs together. In almost no time flat he's got the wolf hog tied and is standing over its furry form.
It whines pitifully, unable to do much else. In a few short hours, if nothing else happens to it, Rabies, Lyssa, will have claimed it as it’s next victim.
"Ya got poison on yer breathe." mutters Crotalus. He puts his hand on the beasts ribcage to feel its breathing and looks into its mind to see what is happening in there. Doing so causes the creatures temperature to increase dramatically.
Its mind is filled with three things: panic, confusion, and a gnawing hunger. It’s not sure what’s happening, it’s in extreme pain, and it is oh, so hungry, and oh, so thirsty. The heat causes it to be uncomfortable, and it shifts around a bit, whining.
Crotalus kneels down low to the dirt and lifts the wolf's snout up to look him directly in the face. Then he speaks directly to the disease, "You sure ain't taken it easy on this poor thing."
*does anybody want to rp? The Twin Flames, and Mushisama in a sense, have returned from Winter migration.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The wolf simply whines some more, but Crotalus hears a voice answer him, just a silhouette in the trees. “It’s too easy, really.” The figure, mostly humanoid in shape, disappears, simply, but slowly, dissolving into thin air.
the wolf howls in pain again, as it’s muscles begin to spasm and contract again. It’s getting hard for it to breathe.
"Well now yer just bein' cruel." The golden lariat that binds the wolf loosens and dissolves into sand which flies back up to his outstretched hand where it condenses into a small, solid shape. "Ain't no use to pain." A revolver. That's the shape. And it's pointed right at the wolf's head. "Not if no one's learning from it." Mercy meets the wolf right between the eyes with the sound of thunder.
“Well, it’s meant to kill them, and the most efficient way for that to happen involves pain.” The voice says again, appearing as a silhouette on a different tree. “whoever made life really had no idea what they were doing. Do you know how simple it is to end a mortal life?” It disappears again.
"Friend, you're far from efficient."
"Mortals have short lives sure, but that's all part of their design. They ain't made to last forever, not on this here earth. They are made for a glory after this life." His empty eye sockets survey the surrounding trees. "Besides, it's hard to get any real work done without no deadline."
”hmm, you’re right…” she says, appearing once again, a bit closer. With a clawed Hand, she slashes the tree she appears next to, leaving a deep gash in the wood.
”efficient isn’t the word I should be using… It does take quite a while… but do you want to know the most interesting part about it? It always kills.” She cackles, disappearing once again.
"Hm," He sighs with a sound like the wind blowing a tumble weed across a field of sand. "And to what purpose? What aim does your pain and death have?" He lays a white boned hand against the wounded tree trunk. As he does so, a hard, dry bark begins to grow back over the damaged wood, healing it. Soon the gash has been mended but it is marked by a heavy scar.
“Darling, I don’t do this because I can. I do this because this is what I do. I am Lyssa, and I am Rabies. One and the same, understand? If there’s no rabies, there is no Lyssa. And I’d much prefer to live than to fade away to nothing. It’s like how animals need to eat. I need to kill. And I always kill.”