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temp pin. #ZZZRP || #MVRP || #HOYOVERSERP

A heavy, disruptive yawn. He doubts he was missed.

//Maybe or may not have poisoned the well and made a new sister for Fear

//Hoooly fuck Im alive.

The sensation of being stalked. Of being prey in an open field. The anxiety of not knowing what lies beyond just outside her field of view. Senses screaming to look. Find the danger. Spot it, fixate so you know what direction to run. In contrast to the low, gravelly voice that rung through—

𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐂𝟒-𝟔𝟐𝟏, 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐛𝟐𝟑 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧.

"Aah...you." Came the low growl, just out of sight, which shadow was he in? Did it matter? "Come to visit me, stranger? And without fangs. A welcome comfort." Then came a purr. A setting paranoia, a bleeding sense of being stalked the wind in the trees and grass...was it the wind? Or something —

//Don't know, don't care. Did a thread they never replied to so... Nothing of value was lost. Anyways I'm back.

//Huh I do nothing on this account and I get blocked lol

//I'm fuckin alive

Cracking joints, heavy breaths... He's awake from his nap. Time to go hunt...

✦ 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ? 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝘪𝘵. ☪︎ ᴛᴇᴍᴘ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ

Alright— hello everyone. This is going to be a bit of a longer post. As stated in this thread, I am truly, TRULY sorry for everything that has gone on. So many people were hurt by my inaction, and me blaming my mental health on a number of things. That was ABSOLUTELY not okay. When the server +

hello. My name is Star. I am friends with Rabbit and Eevee along with Oasis. I was in the Slime server when everything happened, though i was never apart of anything discussed. I apologize to everyone who has been apart of what has happened over the past few days. I wasnt apart if this group on+

If anything, it just made it harder. The dark seemed to lap at the edges of her silhouette, where as he was near completely hidden. The edges of his massive form became only just visible. Towering. Broad. Most all muscle. A heavy tail. Basically, built like an apex predator.

//Voice claim TBD BUT Recent Oryx kinda hits. youtu.be/DqSRdtDo2B8?...

Claws seemed to slice trails far too easily into the ground as it was pulled away. "If you can tolerate it." Came a heavy, gravelly voice, ringing in her head far too sharply.

//I actually kinda like that idea. Something indecipherable, so it's split into mixed thoughts. One | Two | Three All true yet not.

Its...a strange existence. It was as though the dark wrapped around him like a chilling shroud. Details of am amorphous form completely lost in the black. And yet, that bleached white skull was barely visible. Canine | Draconic | Reptilian— What was he? His head tilted, crimson pupils —

Hum. Head tilt.

Oh no, he's not leaving. It's just that being out of sight dampens that terrifying aura of his. He likes lounging in the dark.

//Me @ my followers:

Creeping paranoia, the sensation of blood rushing in her ears, the pounding of adrenaline and endorphins. Run. Hide. Fight or flight screaming. Unfortunately, his aura is not pleasant. So he's gonna go hide in his shadows.

It is morning. Does he still have the coffee the sun goddess gave him...?

//And that's the end of a chapter.

𝕃𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕞. ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕕 𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

He is terror embodied, standing at 9'. Everyone is small to him. Don't stare for too long for the sake of comfort.

Small...

Long, heavy yawn. He needs to go hunting. Tomorrow maybe...

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↺+♡

Wonderful melody. Please don't mind him, he will be quiet as a mouse...

//Woof this account is gonna need some love. Not a lot of people interact with my spooky boi

A long, heavy sigh. Silence has fallen over his little domain. Well, what more could he expect? The mere presence of him deters many souls. Maybe in the next millenia there will be some who will provide him proper company.

//PALATE CLEANSER

//Not commenting further on events. I'm here for escapism so, back to regularly scheduled programming.

Alright, he was done with his little game. He leaned in, tongue lapping at her neck as his grip loosened. "Do as you please." He hummed affectionately, pressing against her hips to push her firmly down onto that knotted length. "You've been far too obedient for me to deny you anymore, —

"Are you asking for permission? And here I thought you couldn't possibly hold yourself back." He teased, hips upturning to press that tip firmly into her folds. Those claws raked from her hips down to her thighs, locking her in place. Not that she would want to stop any time soon, considering her —

A low hum of contemplation, teeth sinking into awaiting flesh, claws digging into skin. How he loved to toy, but he couldn't do it forever. Pulling away, reverting that little change in form, claws hooked into any available cloth with intent to shred it from her body. Who was he to deny her —

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞." "𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨." "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞."

It is a habit. As the god of survival, death is an equally similar concept as life. Though sometimes his essence wavers, and he finds himself face to face with various forms of death, who come to collect. Only to find him well and alive. Apologies, it is simply routine at this point.

You are not the Death he knows. Unfortunately, if she is here to collect, he cannot provide.

⠀ ── .✦ She's not 𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙙 nor 𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 ⠀ Caught between 🅱︎🅻︎🅰︎🅲︎🅺︎ and 🅆🄷🄸🅃🄴 ⠀ Not quite either 𝐝𝐚𝐲 or 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ She's 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔢𝔡... ⠀ ── .✦

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⚱︎ ﹔ 𝐎𝐇 、𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇┈ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐎𝐇 、𝑫𝑬͟𝑨͟𝑻𝑯 .ᐟ ⠀

He was a failure of a god. Obviously. Otherwise, not a hair on her head would be lying beneath this soft ground. No amount if begging or bargaining worked or helped, and yet he couldn't stop himself from yowling to the unforgiving cosmos to give him something, anything at all, to show that —