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Every hair on his body ached in a pain that was purely indescribable. Standing on end, patches sticking out in ooze-filled mats, the once mottled man was a glow of neon goo. His skin was raw and full of open sores that oozed with not only puss but more of the goo that he could no longer get rid of. No matter how many times he wiped at his face, scratched at the blisters, or bashed his head against rocks and trees, nothing ended the pain. Yellow eyes fogged over in a mask of delusion as every shadow turned into an enemy. Sleep was foreign to him as he had not gotten a wink in days.

Gilgamesh was a shell of a man that he no longer knew.

The whispers of forgotten voices hissed into his clogged eardrums as he blindly wound his way toward the north of Boreas. Unknown lands in a place he'd known since birth was a dreamlike state he could not escape. Rustling trees and scuttling creatures made him angrily swipe out with damaged claws. Fight after fight with strangers and inanimate objects drove him into the ground. Paranoia was the only emotion he could even attempt to feel as his lips drew up in a permanent ooze-filled snarl. His nose twitched erratically as he followed dozens of scents. Searching but also not searching at the same time. Following random leads that led to nowhere.

As he turned the corner around a barren, mushroom-infested tree, he laid his tired gaze upon a not quite familiar figure. Perhaps he had seen her before but his mind was a blur and his only true objective was to end the suffering. Finally, a target that would be worthy of bringing his demise. Not a single intelligible word emitted from his mouth as he approached the beastly-sized woman. She most definitely would do and the voices in his head confirmed his decision. Head lowered, hackles raised, and ears plastered to his oozy crown, Gil would waste not a second more.

Lumbering forward on unsteady paws, the spotted man in hues of grey lunged toward Sparrow with a ferocious growl bubbling up his coated throat. Leaning toward the left, nearly losing his balance, he stretched out oozy teeth as they clacked together. Aiming for her left leg, his brain told him to start off easy. Try to get her to the ground. If he could somehow manage to pin her, it would make his job all the easier. What would ease the pain? Her suffering ending or his? Nearly closing his eyes as he hoped to take hold of her mushroom sickened body, Gil's brain fought to decide whether he wanted to even win this fight. Wouldn't it just be easier to stop breathing all together?


Gilgamesh vs Sparrow for Minor Maim
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Barn Owl, Female - Battle
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter
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