06-13-2020, 11:36 AM
cw: insects, parasites, & gore.
SO MANY WAYS TO SEE THE SUNRISE.
There was an awful lot of noise coming from the border. Dirt crept forth, from his palace of corpses in the scorched woods, towards this demanding stranger. Dead orange eyes fell upon her, upon the scene laid so elegantly in front of him. A group of children interrogating a Joiner? A Joiner who wished to fight their strongest, trying to send children she held no claim to as messengers. This simply would not do. Who was she, making these demands of their young?
An odd fondness springs up in his chest as he notices Atticus, his eyes searching over the young kitten. He seemed to be recovering nicely, learning to fit in well, already taunting those that were... lesser.
How quaint.
Dirt slinks into the situation, his body moving much too fluidly for his own mass. He makes his way to the top of a nearby boulder, looking down at them all with a very curious grin. Silentgrave being here was.... certainly interesting. Personally, the wolf would have loved to watch her fight him.
Dirt watched as Aine... was that her name? Expressed her concerns. No one had ever joined this way before. Unnecessary. Unfortunately for her, perhaps this is the way it should have been all along. He barked out at the newcomer from his perch, tail raised and ears high.
Was he their best warrior? No. But she had made herself an easy target.
"Who are you to command our children? You have not yet bothered to prove yourself worth our time and patience, and yet you declare our progeny below you?" He lowers his head, looking directly at Connie, as though he were stalking prey. He jumps off the rock, slowly making his way over to her, growling low in his throat.
"You are arrogant and foolish." He spits, circling her. He is close enough now, that one could see the insects skittering over his fur, rusting the tufts. Cockroaches and beetles and centipedes all seemed to hang on for their lives, enjoying the taste of the rotting flesh he was perpetually caked in. His face and paws seemed to be covered in holes, where larvae grew. The wolf drooled excessively, licking his chops and slathering the rank fluids over his maw. "Prove your worth to me, and perhaps I will consider your request."
Dirt would consider it alright. Not that he had any real power to act on that consideration. He cackles, head tilting as a cockroach nestles into one of his ears. His tail waves, as he creeps closer, sizing up the other wolf.
An odd fondness springs up in his chest as he notices Atticus, his eyes searching over the young kitten. He seemed to be recovering nicely, learning to fit in well, already taunting those that were... lesser.
How quaint.
Dirt slinks into the situation, his body moving much too fluidly for his own mass. He makes his way to the top of a nearby boulder, looking down at them all with a very curious grin. Silentgrave being here was.... certainly interesting. Personally, the wolf would have loved to watch her fight him.
Dirt watched as Aine... was that her name? Expressed her concerns. No one had ever joined this way before. Unnecessary. Unfortunately for her, perhaps this is the way it should have been all along. He barked out at the newcomer from his perch, tail raised and ears high.
Was he their best warrior? No. But she had made herself an easy target.
"Who are you to command our children? You have not yet bothered to prove yourself worth our time and patience, and yet you declare our progeny below you?" He lowers his head, looking directly at Connie, as though he were stalking prey. He jumps off the rock, slowly making his way over to her, growling low in his throat.
"You are arrogant and foolish." He spits, circling her. He is close enough now, that one could see the insects skittering over his fur, rusting the tufts. Cockroaches and beetles and centipedes all seemed to hang on for their lives, enjoying the taste of the rotting flesh he was perpetually caked in. His face and paws seemed to be covered in holes, where larvae grew. The wolf drooled excessively, licking his chops and slathering the rank fluids over his maw. "Prove your worth to me, and perhaps I will consider your request."
Dirt would consider it alright. Not that he had any real power to act on that consideration. He cackles, head tilting as a cockroach nestles into one of his ears. His tail waves, as he creeps closer, sizing up the other wolf.
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"the maddened illusion that hides the sick squirming reality of what i am. of what we all are, when you strip away the pretence that there is more to a person than a warm, wet habitat for the billion crawling things that need a home. that love us in their way."
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