ardent

this is not hollywood

Laith



Deion

Hemlock
Soothsayer

Advanced Healer (90)

Advanced Fighter (70)

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
33
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
118
player
Virgil

Pride - BisexualThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 11K
01-09-2021, 11:31 PM

blood, sweat, tears; make the pain taste sweeter

The behemoth elected to ignore the indignant scoff of the dove man at the notion of stringing up a carcass. Evidently he wasn't much of a craftsman, which couldn't be helped for some. He kept his head down, worked away at the task at hand. The sooner it was done, the sooner he could walk away and pretend the little man was a fly buzzing in his ear to be swatted away. The response to his poor attempt at teasing was met with barely contained fury "The fuck do you think? It sucks here. I'm just tryna find my way out!" the grey male spat. "You live around here or something?" he all but demanded, the notes of disbelief and aggression still very much prevalent. With his vine coiled up to his satisfaction, he lifted one edge of the loop until he could slid it over his muzzle. From there, it was a quick upward tilt of his skull to slide it into place around his thick neck. From there, he blinked down at the smaller male.

"Hardly," he grunted. "I am nomadic as of late." the admission rolled easily off his tongue, accompanied by a halfhearted shrug. Just like that, he'd lost interest in holding this conversation. the titan turned on his heel and began to amble off into the undergrowth. A steady, lumbering gait that allowed him to cut through the thick foliage with little contest from the tangled thickets. They scratched relentlessly at his chest and flanks, but couldn't hold him in place for all their struggle. He was simply too large, and once he began moving it was difficult for most things to halt the giant in his tracks. Rippling musculature pulled him through the thick muck, turned gelatinous by the lowered temperatures. His gaze roved along the edges of his path, still searching for any herbs that he could make use of. The deeper into the forest he got, the more he regretted not collecting some of that alfalfa. At least then he would have something more concretely useful than a vine that he could use if he could potentially be bothered to haul a carcass off the ground to be cleaned and taken apart.

""

Art by risketch
DEION HAS A THICK MACEDONIAN ACCENT AND A GARBAGE ATTITUDE, PLEASE BE WARNED