THE HUNGER | murder

[fulzanin]

CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]

Their sense of smell is awful. They know its awful. They can stand before the wretched stink of a skunk or the rot of a long dead creature, and fail to flinch or complain. Truth be told, a nose was new to Clony, just as ears and tail and claws were. They didn't know how to register scents, and so they failed to bring any concern to them. The stench of blood was a little bit different. They remembered from their home the reek of dead animals by the thousands, churned up through sawblades - themself churned through the unforgiving machines equally. They thought that this new land would be free of death, that they wouldn't have to worry, that there was peace and they could exist for once without fearing for their life.

Then Clony smells blood, and they see what probably was a person at some point, and they see Rin, and the first thing that comes to mind is they really needed some lasers on the border. Something that had no life to give other than the one's it would protect with its presence. They'd been slacking, they were not working fast enough, hard enough. They were failing again and again, just as they'd failed the thousands of animals back home, and the equal amounts of themself that had perished in their efforts. They do not understand death as it is within this world. They cannot grasp it, and can only hope that what they choose to do as a result does not cause for even further turmoil.

Clony flutters down, for once silent. They do not hop or click as they frequently do. Their wings are tucked close, ears lowered, movements stiff and staggered. Loss is not natural to Clony. The survival of one clone had meant that, by all means, Clony had technically won. But there was only one here, one Clony, one of everything around them. There were no clones. This string of thought was uncomfortable, it went against nearly everything that Clony knew. They notice their leader is following the trail, their pearly eyes widening. "Rin, Rin, hey, why're you following the blood line?" Normally Clony's questions are accompanied with some childish tinge. Not now, now they must be serious, and their voice rings with concern, empathy, confusion, fear. "I don't mean to be rude but, but you're kind of smaller than the dead one; whatever killed the wolf might, they might kill you if you follow them," they continue. Offering support is lost to Clony. They are used to loosing thousands of themself in combat, in dangerous terrain. They do not understand these odd feelings, but they would try.

TAGS 7/6/20:

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✧ Clony | Cloni
✧ physically easy, mentally hard
✧ nonbinary | it/its/they/their
✧ elysium | legate

APPEARANCE.
✧ melanistic giant golden-crowned flying fox (ref.) | health: 100% | current body
— Clony is a giant golden-crowned flying fox with a melanistic pelt. It has grey rings around its eyes, and large floppy ears. Clony's webbed wings are mutated to be feathered, with fingers and long thumbs hidden. Clony has excessive fur covering most of its body, only ending just above the knees. Clony has glowing white eyes, where its pupils blend into the rest of their pearl like appearance.
— blood is white
— no accessories
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ curious, ambivalent
✧ consistent, cautious
✧ unrelenting loathing for certain items and colors, hostile

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ no parents | created
✧ no family name
✧ aromantic asexual | single/not looking

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically easy | mentally hard| mental communication, elasticity
✧ will start and end fights, easy provoke | will kill
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #879191 | mention [member=12578]﹝ CLONY ﹞[/member]

MISC.
✧ based off the Clones from Frogmind's Badland
✧ Clones in Badland are time, size, and form altering creatures created by an evil called the Red Eye Association. The Red Eyes realize that the Clones are dangerous and discard them in the trash. The Clones traverse the Badlands to try and take down the Red Eye Association. They are halted briefly, but return years later after the Badlands have overgrown. This time the Red Eye Association is better prepared. The Clones are chased and killed down to their last member, who hides away in the last place where non-mechanized life is sustainable. BoB Clony arrives by the Nest Transport sending them off to another universe to regroup and learn new ways to deal with the evils of the Red Eyes.