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Tanglewood / Re: pressure coming down in waves ⫸ reorganizing
« on: June 08, 2021, 07:37:11 PM »
S I L E N T
AS ABOVE SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW
silent rocked back and forth on his many legs as if mulling it over before that rictus grin on both maws spread wide.

Ah but he did so like Mei’s ideas - finally someone who knew how to throw good entertainment.

So with a crack of multiple limbs stretching themselves in readiness, the beast nodded ”you’re on” and already prepared leapt to attempt wrestling her down and into the nearest batch of dying and dead trees.

//short gotta eat
#psychosocial.

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Tanglewood / Re: CAUSE I'M NOT HERE AGAIN / typhoon
« on: June 08, 2021, 09:01:59 AM »
S I L E N T
AS ABOVE SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW
”not that it’s my business or purview but I believe people already told you they left? Or so I hear Atticus” came a drawling dual toned voice as a lanky grotesque figure moved out of the shadows of the trees, eyes-less gaping socket holes turning from Atticus to goldie with something like abject boredom - and it couldn’t help but think briefly why Atticus was oh so fixated on Sweeney, he could understand his mother perhaps in an abstract sense of misplaced blood loyalty but far as Silent knew, Sweeney would have despised Atticus’ Turn from the Pitt - from what he remembered of the girl, she’d been a staunch loyalist - but that was the least of his concerns.

Right now it seemed the topic of the day was clan politics, how droll.

Silent’s teeth clicked as he spoke, shrugging tendril writhing shoulders ”I’m not familiar with current politics on the whys of it all - just that the Pitt remains enemy number one as ever” said the former Pitt leader to the former typhoon leader, my how times do change, but being a former leader was hardly an achievement to him, simply something that had happened and was now done.

Means to an end, so to speak.

Reclining back on his haunches, the creature stretched his jaws wide briefly in what some might say was a yawn before merely proceeding to watch on quietly, no more to say but no less interested in what amusement this might bring.


#psychosocial.

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Tanglewood / Re: pressure coming down in waves ⫸ reorganizing
« on: June 08, 2021, 08:50:38 AM »
S I L E N T
AS ABOVE SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW
long thin ears pricked at the sound of a familiar voice - whom he’d come to found had been leaving bodies behind for him, thoughtful of her and silent could respect that she’d tried to take a bite out of his arm once, not many did that on a first meeting.

And as all great respects start, they did like to gossip amidst eating whatever they wished.

Silent’s course altered as he moved towards where the voice had called from, strange and grotesque form somehow weaving through the swamp and denser trees with absolute ease as only a cryptid of his proportions could manage as he rolled his tendril wreathed shoulders, hearing the cracking of grotesquely bulging bones at the movement.

It wasn’t long before he came to a halt where Mei had called from and inclined his head, the double jaws parting to speak in jointed tongues ”you rang?” he drawled, ‘looking’ down for all that the creature with no visible eyes could somehow look down - something fun to do hm? Would make for a nice change mayhaps.


#psychosocial.

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S I L E N T
AS ABOVE SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW
another day, another nonsense.

Silent might have sighed at it and being rudely interrupted from his hunts by sudden fire and ice explosions nearby - and some strange, apparently addled - beast eating itself while throwing what appeared to be a bad poetry recital in the midst of a tantrum - if he were the type.

Two jaws gaped wide as black tongues licked out into the air, a voluminous hiss rumbling from its many mouths, inner and outer in annoyance.

But if this creature was determined to eat itself - silent would be all too happy to do the job for them.

First though, there was the problem of a few burning trees - which this was a swamp, thankfully the damp kept it from spreading like a California Wild fire - so the beast pulled the water from the air and the ice oh so helpfully splashed about by the tantrum thrower and doused the offending charred and now smoking trees.

his head made an awful crack sound as he turned back, bulging spine snapping with the movement - one problem solved, now, what to do about the overly large chicken.

Well, they did say you had to cook chicken well to be sure you got all the nasty out.

Two outer maws of a skull like visage cracked in a rictus grin as the jaws clacked together, viscous black drool pooling at the thought of fresh meat.

It stank of pittian, ironic, his former resource of one kind would be a resource of another to him - food was food was food, alliances meant little to the beast.

Twitching and settling itself into a stance ready for it - silent crouched on his many many legs, bouncing and coiling up the muscled limbs before with an almighty spring he’d aim to propel himself towards the creature, relying on momentum to aim to crash into the beast and bring it down, sparking lightning running across his jaws as he attempted to follow up with a bite of pure shocking electricity.
#psychosocial.

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Tanglewood / Re: GONNA RAISE A LITTLE HELL - Joiner
« on: June 06, 2021, 02:45:06 PM »
S I L E N T
AS ABOVE SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW
he - if he could - would probably blink at the first to show up and simply take him for his word - which comes off as very trusting but then he hardly smells pittian anymore.

And well, no one ever said he wasn’t blunt

”why thank you - but in the efforts of full disclosure, I was a pittian though I haven’t been for years at this point” he’d left a good long while ago, long enough for quite a few things to have happened in his absence, it would not surprise him at all.

Still he inclined his eyeless sockets ”I hope that is not a dealbreaker - for the rest I can easily comply”
#psychosocial.

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Tanglewood / Open GONNA RAISE A LITTLE HELL - Joiner
« on: June 06, 2021, 01:55:45 PM »
S I L E N T
AS ABOVE SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW
what passed between multitude of trees nearing the border could only be described as hideous, an affront on nature or a blasphemy of atomic proportions.

A thing of far too many limbs and tendrils, tongues and teeth - skeletal yet horrifically strong and as it padded the border length seemingly searching with its gaping sockets for eyes for something, viscous black drool dribbled from two sets of jaws and along the toothed seam that ran its chest.

Lower jaws parted and heinous black tendrils licked the air, tasting the quality of the radiated poison that still clung lowly to this place.

The creature had been a ‘king’ to things that lived here once in a similar much drier setting not that it had cared, it had been a means to an end - it had its fun and then it was gone, sick of trying to push the desert with little reward compared to the no doubt moe abundant food in this forest that meant it wouldn’t feel the gnawing hunger at its innards like the pitt’s Merger resources had left it in.

Word had it, this place was warring - still - with his former residence

Excellent really - it meant more variety for his palette if they allowed him here,

He hadn’t the chance to eat much Pittman last time except for their former poor excuse of a leader - they were ere a resource to be used when he found himself in a lead position.

Though he’d left it

Why would he rule what he ate for very long? The novelty had worn off like the sands wore the pyramids down and besides, the swamp air agreed its him far better - and frankly the lone attachment he’d had in the Pitt, with the little cub, was long gone now with her disappearance.

There was no point quite simply - so he’d left them to the newly stoked anger of the many other clans and simply haunted battlefield edges like some grotesque vulture, consuming biomass of the fallen.

It is what it is.

Silent padded on his gangly malformed looking limbs, claws scraping in the mud before he halted, skeletal form cracking audibly as he twisted his neck and the bulging spine shifted.

”my name is silent I’ve come here for joining” if they tossed him away he didn’t care, simply meant he’d have to keep wondering rather than a steady place to sit while he rested for what passed as rested one such as he.

#psychosocial.

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The Typhoon / Re: I'M CRUCIFIED | MEETING 5/26
« on: May 26, 2021, 10:49:55 AM »
JAIME ROUX
Frankly his return home only to find half his family gone was...a tad disheartening, but well, he wouldn’t leave his home for anything,

Had, in fact, done everything to re-find his home again - and now here he was, being helpfully wheeled in by some NPCs who were kind enough to assist the land impaired Roux.

It was mildly embarrassing to need it but well life and lemons no?

Jaime swished his tail in the makeshift mobile tub, half of it lying out and waving in the air over the side, while his front paws gripped the front edge of his little water cart, ears perked forward listening to their new leader.

He felt bad for the sudden abruptness of it, it must’ve been so stressful - but well, Jaime was back home and he’d help any way he could (even in what limited capacity he had in this new form)



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Welcoming Board / Re: ~ rises from the grave ~
« on: May 25, 2021, 03:12:40 PM »
LOUD YELL OF SURPRISE

HELLO AGAIN AXIOM


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The Typhoon / Open Wayward son — Return
« on: May 25, 2021, 11:41:10 AM »
JAIME ROUX
[you guys don’t have to match length <3 ]

he’d been gone so very very long - when he hadn’t wanted to leave even in the first place.

But death doesn’t grant one a choice on the matter.

He remembers how painful it had been - a botched transformation born of his genetics had rippped through his small fragile form, scales ripping through blood and muscle, bones attempting to shift and reform instead snapping in on themselves, perforating lungs and piercing fragile organs - a pervasive heat that had left him fever ridden and shaking for days and days until the very end when it burned enough to scour at his starving insides and finally his fragile near skeletal malnourished form had finally dragged itself out into the sands to fall still and silent, where his family wouldn’t witness the worst of it - only the aftermath (he wished he could’ve spared them even that, but he never did get a say in things)

It hasn’t been a nice way to die.

Death itself though was,,weightless if he could put a word to it - weightless and a constant haze of near awake and fully sleeping

Or maybe that’s just the state those that come back are stuck in and true death meant something else, but he wouldn’t know - he’d died barely out of his cub years after all.

He didn’t choose to be reborn either, it simply happened to him - as if something had decided that this one soul who died too young and too horribly deserved a second chance - and had the grace at least to let him keep his memories, for as bad as his last few weeks of life had been, he wouldn’t trade losing those memories for everything else.

When hes reborn, he’s reborn similar enough to himself - although with some major differences.

The gills for one thing - and the lack of back legs, replaced instead with a tail that’s almost double his length, decorated with dark green frills and stripes of darker black and gold that flicks behind him as he swims - swims like he’s had the knowledge ingrained as to be effortless.

Which is why, as soon as he’s able and old enough in the terms of whatever hybrid species he finds himself now as, he flicks that massive tail and speeds away on the start of a very long journey to find his home (he’s somewhat both sad and happy he didn’t know his reborn forms parents, being born alone, that he lacks the sadness of leaving one family for another but still it might’ve been nice to know their faces at least)

His non-gills and secondary set of lungs are slow to reach peak efficiency until he’s almost the same age as he was when he died - and finally, a familiar island seems not so far off - which at least takes care of one issue, in that he might be fine enough (if less mobile) on land now.

Which is why as the seas embrace gets shallower and shallower, Jaime starts to struggle more and more with co-ordination until he finds a rhythm that’s semi enough alright to pass for now while he wiggles and writhes his way, half dragging himself up onto the beach.

He thinks about the effort of trying to make his way to the more Inlanded Sandbar that holds whatever they might still use to alert for new arrivals, but he’s already here so he might as well stay half in, half out of the water - for his long long tail still swishes in the shallowest waves that come up to kiss the beach sands before retreating in that same rhythm he’d listened to half his former life.

Idly he wonders if the fact his form now still looks recognisably like his past self will mean anyone will remember him - then he wonders if any of his family are even still here.

He hopes so,

He doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

So, swishing his tail and settling his forelimbs, wings mantling back after a brief flap to clear the sand and sea water - he waits for someone to find him.

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The Typhoon / Re: THE TYPHOON'S OFFICIAL GUIDE ☠️
« on: May 25, 2021, 11:24:22 AM »
Tracking

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tracking.

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Welcoming Board / Open ~ rises from the grave ~
« on: May 25, 2021, 09:52:04 AM »
Hello there y'all, I'm back after a whole half a year (or nearly? but ah, time escapes me)

I missed you guys <3


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using! <3

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The Pitt / Re: not quite grace, not quite beauty // joiner
« on: August 28, 2020, 09:49:45 AM »
”that entirely depends upon whether you’re here to join us stranger” a voice divided and combined into a thousand fold spoke from the shadows as a form malignant in design and sheer defiance of reality looked out to greet them.

He - more of an it really, but it had settled on ‘he’ for himself - turned ‘sightless’ eyes (more deep pits like a skull) on the stranger, assessing the luecistic coloured tiger.

”resources are precious commodity after all” and you are indeed brazen to simply wander across borders, that sure are you stranger?

The monstrous form of the ardent towered large over them as he stood, silent as his namesake for their reply.


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Welcoming Board / Re: hallo, it's been, like, a long ass time
« on: August 28, 2020, 05:00:30 AM »
AYYY HELLO AGAIN ! Cx

Oh oof there goes me forgetting who everyone is again, curse my terrible memory
Hopefully I’ll be back in typhoon at some point, as of rn I’m in Pitt, coalition and both backboards cx

I’m gonna be a total shill for the palmclan backboards but if you want chill beach vibes, we’re chilling with a semi traditional style one there (except for me who brought a dinosaur because I can never do things by halves dhdbdb)


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