07-24-2019, 08:03 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]I'M A WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Well wasn't this a predicament. This did not mean that it was something negative. Far from it actually. Instead, it was a time to rejoice. He could no longer be controlled and wasn't tied to its former body as it had been. He no longer was restrained to a specific distance from its creators. Now, he had gotten away from those that created him years ago. The one that he had been bonded to, wasn't the one that specifically created him. In fact, it was a community of minds that created the creature and brought it into existence. It was only when a mishap happened when he nearly killed everyone that he was transferred to this new world. The former computer virus certainly did not enjoy those that had created him, as they had seemed to want him in the beginning, but every time he would make an appearance they would wish for him to disappear. The mixed signals messed up his mental health, causing him to lash out violently and torture those that the community had cared about. Maybe he had gone too far. Maybe he should have stayed hidden and just behaved like a good ego and gone from there.
But, the thought of acquiring power and a body of his own was too good to pass up. It was when he arrived in these strange worlds that he came into the realization that it had its own body and wasn't stuck inside someone else's mind or a device. For once in his life, he could physically touch something with his own body. Although it hadn't been perfect and there were still some issues that needed to be resolved. It was during this time that he started to make a name for himself. He went across the different areas where he began to torture innocent souls and kills those that he felt like. It wasn't all that hard, and they were all puppets underneath his fingertips. He started to create more puppets, and once his name got out there, he got enough power to be able to acquire a larger body. The creature knew that there were bodies such as dragons that he wished to acquire, but in order to do that, he needed more energy and power to do so. In order to do that, he needs to have recognition. It doesn't matter if the recognition is positive or negative, although it's usually negative, as anyone that says his name immediately gives him some more strength in his body.
The world was his experiment. He was capable of creating his own monsters from the flesh of different creatures. He was their ruler, and eventually, everyone would become his puppets in his little game. Whether they would be aware of it or not, they all played a role in making him stronger. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ had some knowledge of clans and tribes as he resided in one for a short amount of time. But that didn't mean that anyone else had to know about that of course. The charcoal black jaguar wanted everyone around him to believe that he was playing dumb, as they would be more than likely to drop their guard down. His specialty was warping the weak minds that he came across, and it was oh so satisfying to see the results of his work. After having expended most of his resources in the other group, he decided that moving on was for the best of his interests. Besides, no one would know him in new areas, and it was like a blank slate for him to have fun with. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑'s face twitched with anticipating as it walked through the increasingly marshy territory around his paws. The red coloration that dotted his paws did not seem to be too old but also wasn't fresh. The stench of rot and death radiated off of his body having no need to try and stop the smell from getting out there. After all, he felt like he was strongest there was and that there was no one that was capable of going against him. Just because he was going to try and act as he had never come across a group before, did not mean that he was an idiot.
Any animal was capable of understanding what a scent marker was unless it was a child that was still learning. The 210lb jaguar stopped at an obvious scent marker, not seeming to have really cared about some portions of muck that covered his black and red paws. As his two different colored eyes looked around, he began to wonder the kind of fun that he would be able to have. It felt like forever since he had fun with anyone, and it was starting to become like an itch like it usually did. The observation of the jaguar would show that the creature seemed to almost glitch like a broken computer screen, his form flickering in and out of existence. One then could easily spot the half stitched up wound that was on the creature's throat. The wound did not look flesh, but there was occasionally a drop of blood from the gash on its throat. It wasn't deep enough to kill Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑, but one could still seem concerned for his health at such an injury. At the same time, the blood that leaked out of its wound was controlled by the water elementals that he had recently been able to acquire. The glitch would sit down where it had been standing, waiting at the border with a shit-eating grin spread across his facial features. The radioactive green gums glowing in the dim light, while a small, childish giggle would escape the male's jaws.
But, the thought of acquiring power and a body of his own was too good to pass up. It was when he arrived in these strange worlds that he came into the realization that it had its own body and wasn't stuck inside someone else's mind or a device. For once in his life, he could physically touch something with his own body. Although it hadn't been perfect and there were still some issues that needed to be resolved. It was during this time that he started to make a name for himself. He went across the different areas where he began to torture innocent souls and kills those that he felt like. It wasn't all that hard, and they were all puppets underneath his fingertips. He started to create more puppets, and once his name got out there, he got enough power to be able to acquire a larger body. The creature knew that there were bodies such as dragons that he wished to acquire, but in order to do that, he needed more energy and power to do so. In order to do that, he needs to have recognition. It doesn't matter if the recognition is positive or negative, although it's usually negative, as anyone that says his name immediately gives him some more strength in his body.
The world was his experiment. He was capable of creating his own monsters from the flesh of different creatures. He was their ruler, and eventually, everyone would become his puppets in his little game. Whether they would be aware of it or not, they all played a role in making him stronger. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ had some knowledge of clans and tribes as he resided in one for a short amount of time. But that didn't mean that anyone else had to know about that of course. The charcoal black jaguar wanted everyone around him to believe that he was playing dumb, as they would be more than likely to drop their guard down. His specialty was warping the weak minds that he came across, and it was oh so satisfying to see the results of his work. After having expended most of his resources in the other group, he decided that moving on was for the best of his interests. Besides, no one would know him in new areas, and it was like a blank slate for him to have fun with. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑'s face twitched with anticipating as it walked through the increasingly marshy territory around his paws. The red coloration that dotted his paws did not seem to be too old but also wasn't fresh. The stench of rot and death radiated off of his body having no need to try and stop the smell from getting out there. After all, he felt like he was strongest there was and that there was no one that was capable of going against him. Just because he was going to try and act as he had never come across a group before, did not mean that he was an idiot.
Any animal was capable of understanding what a scent marker was unless it was a child that was still learning. The 210lb jaguar stopped at an obvious scent marker, not seeming to have really cared about some portions of muck that covered his black and red paws. As his two different colored eyes looked around, he began to wonder the kind of fun that he would be able to have. It felt like forever since he had fun with anyone, and it was starting to become like an itch like it usually did. The observation of the jaguar would show that the creature seemed to almost glitch like a broken computer screen, his form flickering in and out of existence. One then could easily spot the half stitched up wound that was on the creature's throat. The wound did not look flesh, but there was occasionally a drop of blood from the gash on its throat. It wasn't deep enough to kill Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑, but one could still seem concerned for his health at such an injury. At the same time, the blood that leaked out of its wound was controlled by the water elementals that he had recently been able to acquire. The glitch would sit down where it had been standing, waiting at the border with a shit-eating grin spread across his facial features. The radioactive green gums glowing in the dim light, while a small, childish giggle would escape the male's jaws.
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