ardent

chip some of these crystals off



You're not feeling so well...

Gilgamesh

"The Bully™"

Somnium

Master Intellectual (635)

Master Fighter (870)

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age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
462
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
657
player
Bunni

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Critical Block!
11-17-2021, 07:25 PM
Find #6


Their guttural screams erupt into the air as his head connects with the top of her crown. His own blood spills again as he feels the crystals jam into his forehead. Pain is no longer a feeling as adrenaline surges through him. His sight is a blur as they continue to writhe together in one mass. With his weight on top of hers, he believed he might just be able to overpower her. This was it. He finally could relinquish the voices from his head if only he would listen to what they wanted.

It was then that her voice spat out at him and he blinked. Mortal? Who was she calling a mortal? Ferocity built up in him as he gargled through another bought of ooze-filled cries. Feeling her teeth wrap around his ankle as she bit down, he lifted his leg and shook it as she shook her head. Surely there would be damage there. Amidst the coiling of their bodies as she wiggled beneath him, her teeth still sinking into his forearms trying to get him to let go, Gil resisted.

Now was his moment. Forcefully ripping his ankle from her clutches, he raised the bloody paw over her before placing it squarely on her chest. Lowering his muzzle so that their noses nearly touched, the ooze dripped slowly from his lips. "Who's the mortal now?" He rasped, yellow eyes wide with madness before he pulls away. Gil knew he could end it here and now. All it would take would be one slash to her pretty throat. That delicate, soft, tender skin connecting her neck to her jaw. For once, he would know what murder feels like.

Then it clicked and something snapped inside of him. Releasing his now injured paw from her squirming body, he steps away with one final kick of his back leg aimed toward her body. The real Gilgamesh was not a ruthless murderer. He had values to keep and he would not senselessly kill just because some voices demanded him too. He was more of a man than that and deep down, he wanted it to stay that way. Keeping his head lowered and hackles raised, he eyes her as the fog once again consumes his body.


Gilgamesh vs Calamity for Spar
Round 3/3
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter

gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him




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