ardent

make sure you drown

creature



You're not feeling so well...

Gilgamesh

"The Bully™"

Raiders Hollow
Raid King

Master Intellectual (635)

Master Fighter (870)

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age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
442
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
653
player
Bunni

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Critical Block!
12-11-2023, 08:51 AM

Gilgamesh did not care if the woman drowned on her way to the isle. Half shoving, half dragging her back to his home, he made sure to show her how serious he was for what she had done. No one fucked with him and they surely didn't think they could have the audacity to snap at him. Through the mud, muck, sand, and salty waters, he had taken her without care for injury or niceness. He wouldn't relent until the isle came into view and he was shoving her from the wake of the ocean.

"This is home now," his deep baritones rumbled as he lifted his lips in a snarling smirk. "Let's go," he shoulders her side into the direction of a small building toward the back of the isle. There were a cluster of small buildings that had once been bungalows when the two-legged creatures had existed. Gil doesn't stop until he reaches the one farthest back that had been used as a storehouse during dire times. Headbutting the door open, he turns and grabs the woman by the scruff and pulls her inside. Once inside, he kicks the door closed and shoves her toward a second door with a staircase leading down under the isle.

The room at the bottom of the stairs is dark, damp, and musty. Shelves full of jars line its walls, half empty, half full of rotten liquid that probably isn't good anymore. Nearly pushing her down the stairs, he stops at the bottom and assesses her new quarters. In the corner, a mess of sheets and debris would serve as a bed for now and a trickle of water from a broken window at the top of the window would at least ensure she didn't die.

"Here you'll stay until you can show you can be trusted outside," Gil levels himself with the woman, his expression all serious and dark. His lips tremble with a growl, daring her to argue. "Any questions?" He lifts a brow for a moment, curious if the strange woman would even have a response considering her... disheveled condition.


"speech"

gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him



Creature

Loner

Beginner Fighter (0)

Beginner Healer (0)

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
74
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
14
player
12-11-2023, 11:56 AM
Battle not with monsters;
Lest ye become a monster!

Honestly, it was a wonder she survived the trip with as much trouble as she aimed to be. The pretty man shoved and dragged her even through the salt water of the ocean! She protested each and every step but he had already proven to be stronger than she was, manhandling her until she was where he wanted her to be. When he finally deposited her on the shores of an island, Creature looked around as he said this was home now. She certainly didn't feel like she was home, there was no Preacher here. 'Let's go," the male said as he shouldered her to move. Creature growled at him in protest, but she moved in the way he directed, not truly wishing for another fight. As they reached the bungalows, Creature began to grow curious, even when he headbutted the door open to show a darkened room.

The male scruffed her, pulling her into the building and shutting the door behind them. Seeing the second door, Creature began to panic internally, externally she began to pant. He all but pushed her down the stairs, and when she reached the bottom - miraculously avoiding injury- she gave a sound that seemed caught between a growl and a whimper. The room she was in now stank of mildew and mold, some crusty sheets and debris piled up in a corner caught her red eyes and she turned to look at the male in disbelief. He told her she would be staying in here and real panic began to fill her. Suppressing the urge to fight him again, Creature simply settled for staring at him as she had before, this time her brow furrowed instead of her face being blank. Saying nothing despite wanting to protest, the creature waited a few moments before deciding on a question. "What is its name?" Despite her disgruntled expression the words were spoken in an innocent tone. Once she had his name it would be easier to remember him, though she would recognize him anywhere now.

Word count: 339 words. || "Talk." || 'Think.' || 'Hear.'
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Thread with caution: This wolf is capable of horrendous acts of violence and frequently enjoys eating other wolves; even family is not safe. She is highly unstable and will not hold herself back from snapping. Very mature rated, very brutal, be afraid. Be very afraid. As her brother, Preacher may crash any thread regardless of label or tag.




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