NO PROPHET OR MESSIAH // JOINING?

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

He wasn't going to die three sheets to the wind in the desert, but he very well could die three sheets to the wind at the claws of a monster. A horrible twisted beast roamed the forest, this monster was the sort who was perfectly alright with killing for nothing besides fun and taking trophies. Yet, the beast was contained in the strangest of ways, bound by the different creatures roaming this forest alongside her. Invisible chains wrapped around sharp claws that yearned to rip open throats, and an invisible muzzle kept closed a jaw that lusted to devour hearts. Something that was never visible but touched every single creature in this forest, a sense of belonging that even mutated heartless monsters needed. A promise now ancient but one that also could never be broken because it was the only thing keeping the twisted beasts soul in one piece.

Budding sabered fangs glinted in the low light of the rainforest as she kept closer to the disgusting smell, smooth and thick pelt protecting her from damage by the plants around her. A good spot, indeed a perfect spot for blood to splatter beautifully. Yet, instead of pouncing like every fiber of her desired, she simply prowled out of the leaves silently. Mismatched gaze locked emotionless onto the slumped wolf. "You are trespassing on Roseblood territory." her voice was monotone, nothing at all present in it like some sort of static. Bound she couldn't just attack him, but if he proved any bit threatening, than she could have her fun.