what did you do without me [&] joining

[pallid-i]

PIMOSTRA - female - feline - tags - profile

Pim's flanks heaved as she scrabbled up to the top of the mountainside, ears drooping and fur all over the place. When she was on stable ground, she slumped down and panted. She was never going to do this again, because there had been so many moments she could have easily plummeted to her death. Why would anyone live in the moments was beyond her, but the feline needed a new place to call home. Maybe the mountains would provide a good place to stay.

...She noticed the pulley system and felt her heart drop. How long had that thing been there? What the hell?!

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

[COSMIIX]

[glow=white,1,400]BUT IT'S NOT ENOUGH, IT WON'T BE ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

The Alaskan Malamute found himself taking a liking to living in mountainous terrain, it reminded him of Snowbound when everything was a bit more settled in his life. Right now, the only individual keeping him anchored to reality was Larkspurkit, who was his main responsibility as of late though he didn't regret taking the kitten under his wing. He saw no issue with it really and thought it would benefit the both of them, he wouldn't fall into a chasm of insanity or depression and the kitten would have a caretaker until they were old enough. He wasn't the ambitious young male he used to be nor did he dwell or rely on alcohol to dull out his pains of the past, he tried focusing on his work and Larkspurkit even if it did often result on him not eating much. Stark frankly hadn't used the pulley system seeing as he didn't know how old it could possibly be and he enjoyed walking about than possibly sitting in one of those damn things for half an hour or so. He didn't expect the newcomer to be a familiar face but when she came into view, well, he could feel his insides churning a bit. He hadn't seen her in so long. Alas, he had to greet her normally since they weren't on the best of terms "So ya like hiking too, huh? Anyways, ya here to join or?" [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]

[MERGED]

”it might’ve been easier to go around the mountains, Mademoiselle.” he chuckled through his tentacles, making his way over and trailing ink behind him as he did. it wasn’t ever hard to find the doberman, considering he left black puddles wherever he went, thanks to the ink that forever dropped past his tentacles. this woman that the other canine had found was much smaller then the both of them, it seemed, but that was perfectly fine. he was sure she was tired from the trek. “if you’re joining, i would be gladness to carry you back. however, you’d have to be careful of my spikes.”

Spoiler:

GENERAL.
✧ eldritchhorrors | eld, eldritch
✧ physically 8 years, mentally mature | september 19th| zodiac
✧ cisgender | he / him / his
✧ elysium | member | no title
— notes maybe (optional)

APPEARANCE.
✧ mutated doberman (ref.) | health: __% | birth body
— eldritch is a very big doberman, and very horribly mutated by the man he was raised by. due to the experiments their "father" did, his mutations caused him to hardly look like a doberman. he has a tentacle for a tail, tentacle's on his face in a davey jones-esc fashion, as well as in a hair like fashion. he has massive horns. he may have a very pearl like coat, being a shiny whitish colour, but the ink that runs from his tentacles paints his chest and front legs black. he has thorn-like spikes along his spine and shoulderblades. he can use his tail in a whip like fashion, of to constrict someone, or even grab items. his facial tentacles and the ones between his horns can mostly just move around and wiggle, or hold his prey while he kills it.
— blood/tears/sweat color black blood / tears, normal sweat
— accesories pirate captain hat
— current injuries n/a

PERSONALITY.
— while eldritch may look and sound very scary, he's really quite nice. he's very sweet, especially to women and children, along with his brothers, and he cares about those he genuinely likes. he's very gentle with children, to the point that he would make a whole saddle for himself if they wanted to ride on his back, so there was no chance that they would get hurt on his spikes. however, that doesn't mean he has a darker, less happy side. if he doesn't like you, its obvious. if he really doesn't like you, it would be a good idea to run for your life. he can get violent if he needs, and isn't afraid to go for a killing blow. he doesn't sleep often, his dreams always being nightmares. he has PTSD, thanks to his father, and fairly bad anxiety, though he pushes through it for his little brothers, so they dont know that anything is wrong.


RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ npc x npc | brothers are [/url] and [url=http://][name]
— adopted by abraxas
✧ no family name
✧ demiromantic pansexual | single, not looking / looking | no shipname
✧ no friends | no best friends | dating no one

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically very hard | mentally medium | no powers | his tail is basically a weapon
✧ will not start fights will end fights, hard provoke | will kill under certain circumstances
✧ no mentor | no apprentice | fairly skilled at fighting
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded COLOR | mention @/gregory when attacking

MISC.
✧ voice claim

[larkspurkit !]

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larkspurkit !
elysium !
tags !

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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #c48d85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]keep your head up !

it came to no surprise that the maine coon followed closely behind stark, his small frame toddling to keep up with the pace. a loud, off-tune hum kept him entertained and occupied as he tried to reach different pitches, feeling for the right one that made his throat rumble in some odd feeling.

the taste of citrus burst from the back of his tongue and he looked up, seeing who stark was speaking to. not soon after eld's voice entered next, overtaking the citrusy taste with a dark, thick chocolate.

yuck. he was more of a vanilla fan.

"spurrr…" he mumbled, gently leaning into the husky.

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