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Posted 01-12-2018, 11:36 PM |
Nance
Rogue
Male, 4
Mesomorph
34 in, 112 lbs
0 ep
© faun

rain, it soaks him. it slicks back his hair and reveals a smaller figure beneath it all. machinery. fog that billows around him and chokes even the feverish waning glow that pours from the moon like milk from a cup. he inhales, exhales. water flicks off of his eyelashes, how it does when a gutter overflows: in sporadic trickles, sometimes welling up inside his eyes. his view of the world is a dark, confused one, marbled by rainwater and nighttime. he does not remember how he got here. there is an indescribable scrawled mess inside his skull and it wants to leak out of his ears. oil fuels you. smoke streams from every joint. your eyes sputter on, then off.

where is god? he squints towards the sky but finds nothing, he searches until his neck aches and until the raindrops render him blind. he blinks them away, continues forwards, even as the mud becomes deeper and deeper.




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Posted 01-13-2018, 12:03 AM |
Enigma
Aderchop
Enigma Wolf
Male, 4.50
Ectomorph
39 in, 90 lbs
86 ep
© Sphinx
The shape is all of bone, sodden, colourless. In its form there is no great bend of worthy note, no feature in that dripping silhouette to turn the serpentine eyes which turn upon it. And yet..

O, the rain, as it drags down the rogue machine into the Kuro mud, it licks through the wiry pelt of the lithe and spindly thing which comes 'neath the clouds.
Storm. Storm. Storm.
To think, now, of that god, of that thing, of that place, and to look, now, upon this shape, this rugged shape before him - nay, he cannot place the root of the thing, he cannot trace from whence the leading chain is borne.
And yet, lo, he approaches, and, coming to a shuffling and prolonged halt a way before the rogue, the snakeman stands, paws submerged and legs dripping stilts, amethyst pendant tight round pulsing throat, dull. And he looks at him.

Something younger than instinct and yet ever so heart-deep tugs, twangs. There is that scent, even through the rain; unblinking he is, and before him there is in his mind's eye a sheet of glass, misted with his breath, vertical and clear, two woven illustrations from sometime long ago peering at each other through it. Embroidered is the silence, and the rhythm of the serpent's breathing.

”speech” thought

notes: fffffffffffff
tags: Nance
table credits to dee <3


Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Until I eat the world at last.




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Posted 01-13-2018, 12:24 AM | This post was last modified: 01-13-2018, 12:25 AM by Nance
Nance
Rogue
Male, 4
Mesomorph
34 in, 112 lbs
0 ep
© faun

somewhere, darkness reaches out and wishes itself to be tangible. he does not move as the silhouette becomes increasingly clearer, as it gains eyes and teeth and a dull purple glow on its breastbone. motors whirr, they will the fine muscles around his pupils to tighten. an aperture into something immensely dark. they are mirrored in the stranger's own lamplight weak kerosene gaze. your eyes sputter on, then off.

they seem to be on the extremes of life. one: lithe and poisonous and untouchable. if nance passed a hand through him he would be nothing but smog. the other: so immense that he bent time and space, but so without life. there is no pulse, just a humming. and they are silent. the rain seems to cease. snake, he thinks. snake. father told me to step on its tail and bite off his head if i saw one. wires beneath a shell of rough steel. smoke from your neck. hackles rise. his mouth is terrifying and beautiful. god told me to kill you.

edit, forgot tag Aderchop




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Posted 01-13-2018, 09:58 AM | This post was last modified: 01-13-2018, 09:59 AM by Aderchop
Enigma
Aderchop
Enigma Wolf
Male, 4.50
Ectomorph
39 in, 90 lbs
86 ep
© Sphinx
Machine and mechanic. Coder and computer.
Aye, there is memory, there is familiarity. How could a bystander ever have envisaged nor conceived how such a tapestry could stretch betwixt the bodies and gazes of two strangers, how history could go unspoken and acknowledged in the mere flicker of an eyelash, the shifting of a heart?
Silver lion, bloodless, all of metal and clockwork parts.
Psychic tentacles coiling against aching brain, grazing steely surface, reveal the last slipping proof that clasps the end of the enigma, seals the ouroboros. Lion stoops to take serpent by the neck. Serpent crawls up between lion's eyes to take its mind apart.

”Damascus.”

And his voice is clear, hushed, a knife in the rain.

”speech” thought

notes: sobs why is ur writing god & sorry this is sucky
tags: Nance
table credits to dee <3


Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Until I eat the world at last.




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Posted 01-13-2018, 10:04 AM |
Enigma
Mercury
Enigma Sub-Alpha
Male, 5.75
Ectomorph
41.35 in in, 102.22 lbs lbs
450 ep
© Sylvirr
S L I T H E R

He drifts in alongside, perhaps behind--perhaps he has simply forever been there and yet now he appears in his own oil-slick glory, the grin forever spread among his maw only widening as he notes Aderchop's presence and he moves closer, pressing along his side--catlike and fluid, shoulder to shoulder skin to skin as his maw briefly brushes alongside the ear of the adder.
"What do we have here? Aderchop.... I thought I've told you to stop scaring the newcomers." He teases, playfulness in his lilt and in the jovial note of his voice--velveteen, he croons each word like the molten chocolate--dulcet and smooth.

Sightless, his silvered gaze drifts towards Nance and he grins ever-wider, the Blind Seer too confident in his poise and too bold in his persona--he is all lean muscle and long legs-- the body of a dancer, spider-thin and liquid metal, and he dances his way ever closer-- a swath of inky blackness against the muddy, sodden canvas of the pits, and yet he bows lightly before Nance, folding a forelimb beneath him as the other outstretches and his head and shoulders lower lightly, if for a moment.
"But forgive my manners. You must be weary."

If Aderchop is the snake that pushes forth the golden apple of knowledge, then Mercury is the Devil who claims him.







"Lorem Ipsum"



[][]HOPE YA'LL DON'T MIND ME SLIPPIN' ON IN HERE[][]

Nance Aderchop

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Posted 01-13-2018, 10:50 AM |
Nance
Rogue
Male, 4
Mesomorph
34 in, 112 lbs
0 ep
© faun

there are more eyes. a second body catches light and appears alongside the snake. the figure is surreal, grotesque, nance cannot put together the contours on his face and how they wrap around each other with lucid shine, how everything makes such a sum. a stutter in reality. your metal brain is frantic in its efforts to comprehend what is there and what isn't. i am afraid that i do not understand. his voice is something taken from a two day old dream, it passes through his ear and spills out from the other. nance does not move as the dark figure approaches him and bows. "ersowry." his voice is warped. shrapnel with the points smoothed over. i am not weary. lions do not stop because they are weary.

he notices that both of them wear that strange purple gem. nance tears back his lips, revealing one tooth after another. rain runs in rivulets down his cheeks, into his mouth. it rims the hollows in the intricate machine of his mouth. "wer?" he does not like to speak, but it seems much too necessary. sound leaves his mouth reluctantly.

wer = who
Aderchop Mercury asdalkd yalls writing is my religion




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Posted 01-13-2018, 02:25 PM |
Enigma
Aderchop
Enigma Wolf
Male, 4.50
Ectomorph
39 in, 90 lbs
86 ep
© Sphinx
The Damascus' face is fascinating. Tales of the lionmen, brazen and hardheaded in their wired victory, traced in history by languid bard hand, have been broad-shouldered and broad-headed, chests thrust outward and claws firm in the ground.
Here stands in the rain a sputtering machine, still and vacant-faced, light flickering behind the potholes of his eyes.
A new model, the branding remaining. Is such a fate what met the Damascus line? Filed down to shrapnel precision, edges smooth, each part intricately interconnected? The rogue before the serpent is all of blade-swept curves and chipped features like a steely angel, rain pulling level form closer to the mud.

Mercury seems to materialise at some point in which Aderchop is half clasped in dream. Shadowy form slinking up, ghost of oil, his voice is a sardonic whisper, lips by ear, but the serpent does not hear the words, nor once do his eyes venture from the metal lion.
Instinct seems to twinge when the jester-king comes up before the Damascus, presenting him with a bow. A twitch in his face, a flicker of an unblinking eye. His posture is untelling and rigid, though with Mercury's venturing forth his neck stoops a little, craning so that his skull lowers to be level with his body.

"Ersowry."
Names spoken, voices dull in the rain, two blades raised to rest against each other, each whetted.
"Wer?"

Blinking once and heavy, Aderchop raises his head again, though his feet quite refuse to move from where they are rooted. Tongue flickering out, his ears swivel briefly and eyelashes bat.
”Warum bist du gekommen?”


warum bist du gekommen? = why have you come?
”speech” thought

notes: writer's block sorry uugffudegfhg u guys are amazing
tags: Mercury Nance
table credits to dee <3


Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Until I eat the world at last.




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Posted 01-17-2018, 04:20 PM |
Enigma
Mercury
Enigma Sub-Alpha
Male, 5.75
Ectomorph
41.35 in in, 102.22 lbs lbs
450 ep
© Sylvirr
S L I T H E R

A cocking of his head, a tilt to his skull that brings the jesters face to a cheshire cant. Words spoken between the two, and he lifts both brows before allowing them to fall in an expression of momentary surprise that is quickly washed away and replaced by a chuckle. Liquid, it rolls from his chest and falls from his lips to catch in the air and he slinks his nigrescent form forward, speaking-- silently.

Is this one of yours? Nary a twinge in his psyche, a subtle hint of throbbing that causes his toes to curl as if from the caress of a long-lost lover, for eventually the pain becomes a pleasure and he welcomes it with expectant--needy-- arms.


And aloud he speaks again, voice colored with the soft and subtle drone of the fading high,
"Was wünschst du dir...?" He winks as the words, heavily accented with the note of his own tongue, slip from him--smooth. He knows this--is it a surprise? Aderchop knows little of him--Mercury himself, woefully less of Ader, and so he seeks to correct this great injustice. But perhaps there is truth to the tales of the traveling gypsies and nomads who slip in and out of lands, carrying with them their words, their thoughts.
Did he come to steal babies in the night? Or perhaps just hearts and souls.




"Lorem Ipsum"



[][]"What do you desire?"[][]

Nance Aderchop

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Posted 01-17-2018, 09:49 PM |
Nance
Rogue
Male, 4
Mesomorph
34 in, 112 lbs
0 ep
© faun

silver beads that travel on synapses, stimuli that shiver and wave beneath the undertow like so many fingers of anemone. the mechanic that forces him to take a breath, to swipe one perfect lid over one perfect eye. "warum musst du es wissen?" his voice is a hydraulic's cool hiss. snakes were not to be trusted. they hid on the small of his back and slid venomous fangs into the drooping flesh of his neck. mist rolls over his nape. he knew that the snake man's approach was inevitable. they were too clever, their fingers too slender and ploying. one day you will find yourself on the ground, no defences, belongings stolen.

he turns his attention back to the white-eyed male. "damascus, sie können nicht ohne einen Befehl leben." all that awaited him back home were rows and rows and rows ( and rows ) of marionettes whose eyes were emptier than his, commanders with hoary voices out of a fog. it was not unlike this place, barren and haunting. he was a stranger.

warum musst du es wissen? = why must you know?
damascus, sie können nicht ohne einen Befehl leben. = damascus, they cannot live without a command
Aderchop Mercury




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