ardent

it was never my intention to brag

mac!



Macabre

Loner

Intermediate Hunter (30)

Intermediate Intellectual (30)

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
111
size
Medium
build
Balanced
posts
118
player
Talia

Samhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipThe Ooze Participant
12-16-2021, 03:27 PM
Macabre couldn’t say he had changed all that much. Unlike Ghoul’s obvious new tail - which he had yet to really gawk at - he’d taken a swig of a mysterious potion that made his eyes glow. Not just a little, but quite a bit. You couldn’t see it too well during the day, when his grey eyes appeared highlighted with a slight shimmer - one could blame that on the sun’s glinting rays reflecting off of them. However, during the night, they came alive. The plain silver grey of his eyes appeared like two haunting moons accentuating the spotted chaos of his face, as if the moonlight itself was reflected in the density of his orbs.

He was deep in slumber, having exhausted himself in the past few days just..training. He mostly fought inanimate objects, or chased after beetles and crushed them beneath his paws. But it was still honing his skills. What he lacked in the height and mass of his siblings (except Ichor, who had his own skills, no doubt), he made up for in agility. If he couldn’t knock someone off their feet, he’d find a way to topple them by spinning to their blind spot so fast their heads would spin. Misery encouraged his strengths through their spars and training sessions, and he enjoyed the one on one lessons, too. Now that his mentor had gone off on ankther secret mission, he focused on his own missions he was given at home. Get information. Take notes. Keep an eye out.

His rose-pelted brother’s teeth on his ear forced him from his much-needed sleep, and the boy groaned at first, blinking his eyes blearily until he saw who it was. "Okayy, I’m up," He said, a wide grin involuntarily curling his lips. They teased each other quite a bit, but Ghoul was still his brother and a good playmate. They had fun when they were together, no doubt. He clambered out of the den, stetching his mottled legs. A spar? Well, he couldn’t turn that down, could he? Still sporting that grin, he made his way towards his brother at last, both out of the den now. He took notice of his brother’s newly shortened tail, and stifled a laugh. Not that he was one to talk with his obnoxious headlights of eyes. "Where’d you wanna spar?" After all, they could spar anywhere - in a flat clearing or in somewhere more cluttered with trees. Each place had its advantages for either opponent.

i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill