NO PROPHET OR MESSIAH // JOINING?

[BELMONT]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Well, it was good to know he wasn't going to die in a desert three sheets to the wind. He would just pass out -and potentially die- three sheets to the wind against a tree instead. And there was a shitload of trees to choose from, so he could throw up on one and find another to sleep under. Trevor doubted he had too much to worry about out here, where his last name carried no weight and probably wouldn't incite anyone to ranting hysterics. Probably. Considering how frequently God liked taking a shit in his dinner, he wasn't going to bet on anything, both for that and the fact his mind was a little...muddled at the moment. Not muddled enough, if he was managing to give a shit about the ol' family name. Any luck there'd be a tavern out here he could drink himself into oblivion inside? Ugh, he was starting to sober up already. Fucking watered beer.

The wolf's shoulder hit yet another tree, and Trevor exhaled, wondering how reasonable it would be to beat the shit out of a giant plant. Not at all, most likely, which made it the perfect plan- once his vision cleared up, anyway. He'd let it go for now, though it wasn't like anybody'd miss a single tree out of this fucking forest.

"This is a good spot," he muttered, slurring slightly, and the wolf collapsed at the foot of the trunk with a pitiful groan. Trevor curled into his tattered cloak, careful not to move too much because this was his spot to sleep, not puke. People could say what they wanted, but at least Trevor never stooped so low as to sleep in his own vomit.

Blue eyes slipped shut, and he nestled further in, a bit more comfortable despite the root digging obnoxiously into his spine. Despite the birds bitching in just about every other tree, and despite the sound of leaves rustling, and despite the breeze flicking a stray cloak string against his cheek. "Oh, for fuck's sake." He couldn't sleep.

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[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.

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — GUARD — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth himself was a beast with great control.  He could easily slaughter most, rip with claws sharpened like blades and get into people’s heads and toy with them until they were putty in his paws.  But most of the time he chose not too; perhaps that was the most frightening thing about him, he was so incredibly strong but held it back and when it did come out there was absolutely no warning of it.  There was the strong aura of otherworldly power around him most of the time, his presence alone could cause intimidation.  But he remained in control of his might and emotion, choosing reason before all else.

The lion slunk from the cover of thick foliage in the territory they had recently claimed, his sharp blue-green eyes set on the stranger canine.  He glanced at Jiyu in acknowledgement before he added onto her statement.  ”Indeed.  I ask what sort of business you have here on our territory.  Best be important.”  Sephiroth’s size and strength compared to the others here alone would probably be enough motivation for Belmont to answer swiftly.

#psychosocial.

[BELMONT]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Good thing Trevor didn't give a shit about monsters or size differences or pretty claws; kinda hard to find much intimidating when he was a Belmont, who all had the killing of edgy beasts in their blood. They wouldn't be known as a family of hunters if they didn't know how to handle some creature lost to either their ego or their mindlessness, but the people back in Wallachia were fed lies, told that the Belmont family conspired with black magic and monsters of the night, when they'd been the only thing standing between them. As far as Trevor was concerned, monsters could go fuck themselves, and so could everyone else. There wasn't much to care about anymore, now was there? The world was shitty, people were shitty, beer was watered down the farther he traveled, he couldn't get a little nap in without some creeper breathing heavily nearby. He should just learn how to brew moonshine- then he wouldn't have to wander into people-infested areas and suffer from the many kinds of nuisance-induced headaches.

He squinted at the beast, then snorted, unimpressed. "I don't care." The wolf's eyes shut again, and he shifted slightly to get the damn root out of his back, but misery loved company, so of course some other pissant decided to join the party. "Think it's pretty obvious. 'M trying to nap. Very important, Silvilocks." God, he wasn't going to get any sleep, was he? He didn't have enough meals to be shit in at this point.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph and all their carpenter friends," Trevor muttered, uncurling, and he risked a stretch, back arching as a feline's would. "I'm not drunk enough to deal with either of you, so I'll find a nice rock to sleep on somewhere else." The dark wolf began ambling back in the direction he came, tattered cloak trailing over the thick vegetation. "Threw up over here. Just thought I'd let you know."

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