the light behind your eyes // capture

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[color=#151B54]JERISIDIE
" i am the god-damn king !! "

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jeriside had been around the roseblood's new territory recently, hunting for someone to feed off of. after being turned into a vampire, the hellhound was tortured by his constant hungers, of which his daughter controlled. the hellhound lacked emotion, as it had been what he had given up in order to be turned.

patrolling the border on a solo trip, he would be sniffing down any unknown scents. the ex-pittian was glad to be in his new home, more so to be passing on the family crown to his eldest child. catching a scent he was unaware of, he would trudge towards the source, intrigued.

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She had wanted to go on a little adventure. While she did enjoy her new home, sometimes she wanted to stretch her legs a little more elsewhere. That was when she wandered off to some new territory, paying no mind to borders or where she was supposed to be. She went wherever she wanted. She didn't have any real goal or intentions until she noticed the hound nearby. With scarred skin and a leg that was simply beautiful- well, how could she resist? There was so much temptation there. The already flowering plant, the scarring that desperately needed mending. And she could help. A slight smile came across the lioness' maw and she quietly made her way towards the creature. When he stopped, as though he detected her presence, she moved without hesitation. She attempted to allow the ground beneath him to soften, trapping his legs for a moment before a vibrant, beautiful, deadly flora would spring up all around him. She would then crush the plants, moving them through the air without a word or motion and then attempted to force them into the man's mouth. If successful, the concoction would render him unconscious. It was a tricky thing, combining the right plants to only make her patients unconscious and not dead. She'd accidentally lost a few that way and, while it'd been frustrating, it was of no consequence to her. If she was successful in all of this, she would attempt to make the ground around him raise so she could take him back to the Pitt without having to even touch him. It was supposed to be as silent and as painless as possible. After all, her goal wasn't pain; it was beauty. 

THE SMOKE WILL SPELL MY NAME

IF WE GO DOWN IN FLAMES

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[color=#151B54]JERISIDIE
" i am the god-damn king !! "

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the attack would take him very off guard, and would succeed in trapping his legs. jaw shoved open and herbs clogging his throat, air cut off quickly, he began to cough as the world span before his eyes.

it was much too easy, much, much too easy, for one who was of the pitt before, and a former god with only the impression of death to linger around him. he must have been starving to have been taken so easily. and that he was, ribs showing through the white canine's fur.

dark red blossoms would bloom over his leg, tinged by toxic greens and yellows, a reinstatement to his state of life-force.

(sorry its short, mass posting with all chars)