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ENTRY OF THE GODS INTO VALHALLA [X] OPEN + INTRODUCTION - GRIMNYTE - 08-11-2018

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Esklav had never known true freedom.

Written into the folds of his skin, into the albacore bluntness of his bones, was a name — Father. From the day he had opened his eyes just to stare into the cold glare of the animal that claimed to be his sire, Father had owned him, even the parts of him he didn't remember. "You won't need to. It is not something you should entertain in my presence." he'd answered when Esklav had timidly asked upon waking for the first time, even if it wasn't really his first. To add salt to the blow, Father had even told him more about himself. He could not reproduce, nor could he reincarnate; after all, he did not have a soul, and how can a being without a soul exist outside of its first body?

Esklav could synthesize the emotion of being affronted, if it wasn't for the nothingness that rang through his body like a doorbell. Still, a bitterness had swelled in him that day, like a tumor he couldn't simply brush off. It came with him through every step he took, every order he followed through with.

When Father died, he thought it would go away. But it stayed.

Now he was ... here. The Pitt. Time flew past him, too fast for him to recall when he had joined and how long he had been here, most of it being spent in the solitude of his own quarters. Was this what they called depression? He had not been able to care for himself much, and although he felt no immense sadness weighing him down, his mind and body were too tired to comprehend his own losses. Without Father, what was he to do? A slave once, a slave forever; how ironic fate was to land him into the lap of a slave den in its glory.

It did take him a bit to come to the conclusion that the best thing for him to do was blend in. It would not be hard. There were others like him, he knew, but he doubted they would be in the vicinity to give him away. And if they tried, he had already taken precautions to avoid that with something as simple as dying his coat an unnatural blond color. It was small, but his type was not widely known enough to matter.

Stepping outside of his adobe for the first time to face the hot sun was irritating. He did not favor the heat, certainly; it made the scruff around the leopon's neck itch, and if Esklav was not too careful, irritating the skin could end with scars marring his already sensitive neck. "The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts." a mantra to soothe himself — ah, yes. Lawrence of Arabia. The familiarity of the phrase had stayed with him all this time, and it never failed to do the trick.

Re: ENTRY OF THE GODS INTO VALHALLA [X] OPEN + INTRODUCTION - DANTE NORTHWEST. - 08-11-2018

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —
Dante, in a sense, had never known true freedom before. The hybrid had been born in a lab, his entire existence a science experiment to see if humans could properly create a hybrid such as he. A shark and a feline was definitely a strange pair, and the scientists had been planning on using him as some sort of attack weapon or something; he couldn't remember the specifics. But the point was, he had been trapped in a lab for years, before he had enough of the abuse he went through and escaped, setting the lab ablaze before he finally left. He honestly still tasted gasoline on his tongue sometimes, and it made him grimace.

"You talk to yourself very often, mutt?" Dante commented as he heard Esklav's comment, letting out a puff of smoke from the cigarette he was currently smoking. The cigarette was lodged between the fangs that stuck of out his mouth and yeah, sometimes it was hard to properly smoke, but it got the job done so he didn't always have to hold the damn thing. It was kind of ironic for him to call Esklav a mutt, considering he himself was a hybrid as well, and an uncommon one, at that. But he mostly meant it as an insult, not as an attack on Esklav's species.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛
#psychosocial.


Re: ENTRY OF THE GODS INTO VALHALLA [X] OPEN + INTRODUCTION - pallid-i - 08-11-2018

One Chance
"Interesting choice of words, sport." Yes Man wasn't the best at making entrances if he was being completely honest. Still, he'd be damned if he didn't try. So the silver savannah made his way over and looked at the stranger, eyes wide. He looked over to Dante and bit his tongue to hold back laughter. "Whoa there, kiddo." He rumbled as he took a seat and scratched at behind his ear, waiting for Eslav to speak.
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Re: ENTRY OF THE GODS INTO VALHALLA [X] OPEN + INTRODUCTION - GRIMNYTE - 08-11-2018

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Esklav had not expected to be approached as soon as he left his own place. Although he could not experience genuine surprise, it left room for still being caught at random, and as such, he did experience the tell-tale tingle of irritation. It was gone as soon as it came. "Yes, sire." he didn't see it as wrong to talk to himself. He did it, sometimes, at random; never in Father's presence, though. It had made him uncomfortable. When Esklav had taken time to himself, he'd found that — "Talking to one's self is often a sign of control. It helps manage stress better than smoking." he eyed the cigarette in Dante's mouth blankly. That would kill him, one day. It was bad for his... lungs. It would be easier for humans to deal with, but cigarettes had not been made for animals. Did this creature know that? Perhaps. Esklav had once been told that individuals did odd things out of hate for themselves.

Esklav didn't hate himself. He thought it was stupid to waste the only precious thing you had on trivial habits like Dante's.

Even so, it was not his concern, and he could not care less. Truly. His attention had already been caught by Yes Man, anyways. Wasn't this the leader? "I assume you're the leader here. Pardon my manners. My name is Esklav."

Re: ENTRY OF THE GODS INTO VALHALLA [X] OPEN + INTRODUCTION - Character Graveyard. - 08-11-2018

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: black;"]A person that talked to themselves when they were stressed? That was certainly odd but interesting. She liked that. The Warpriest was mentally insane, and she had clearly made everyone in the Pitt uncomfortable. She didn't care though. She wasn't here for fun. She was just here because she had died in the old world and she had woken up in this weird world, full of animals. The pampas cat had walked up to the scene, allowing a grin to plaster upon her maw.

"Hi!" The female chirped, lifting up one of her front paws and waving it at Esklav. "I'm Toga! What's your name? And who's William Potter?" Of course, she had overheard the canine talking to himself and she was curious to know who this William Potter was.

Re: ENTRY OF THE GODS INTO VALHALLA [X] OPEN + INTRODUCTION - DANTE NORTHWEST. - 08-12-2018

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —
The fact that Esklav brought up his smoking habit pissed him off, and it was evident by the way his feathers puffed out on his wings. "I call bullshit on that." He snarled, narrowing his green-eyed gaze at Esklav. Although the Strong Arm wouldn't admit it, he did have a hatred for himself, though that was mostly due to his upbringing in the lab he was created at.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛
#psychosocial.