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New Horizons (BunniesofDoomxHyliaIncarnate)

So I figured when they finally do start realm hopping, we can take turns setting up the realms.

New Horizons (BunniesofDoomxHyliaIncarnate)

Post incoming today! Sorry for the wait.

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I'm okay with either one, honestly. Just tell me where to go

the Alliance of Liberty City

An audiable “oof” left Eris as the angel woman collided with her, ripping her out of the stage. Upon the impact, Eris's jaws snapped shut and she accidentally bit the side of her tongue. She could feel the taste of copper as blood flooded her mouth but she couldn't spare a moment towards the slight injury as the two careened along the stage, piercing through the backdrop and tumbling along the ground for a good few solid feet before they finally came to a stop. Eris laid on her back, a wheeze leaving her chest as she tried to grab a hold of the wind that was knocked from her lungs from the impact of the wrathful angel. When the woman pinned Eris to the ground and began to demand answers from her, the mad woman only laughed. Her blood soaked teeth glinted in the light as she laughed and laughed.

“All I did was bring to light their anger.” She turned her head and spat a glob of blood into the grass before running her tongue along her teeth in a sadistic display of gory madness. “You felt it, didn't you?” Her voice quivered as she squirmed under the woman's grasp. “That wonderful, sensation of rage.” She laughed again as the woman demanded she release the people from her control, a fist pulling back in a threatening manner. Eris's eyes flashed to the flaming fist as her laugh slowly died, though her smile never once wavered on her face. “I have no more control of their emotions now than they did when it all began.” She released a low chuckle as she leaned up towards the angel. “What are you going to do? Beat me into submission?” Her chuckle grew to a maniacal laugh as she dropped her body onto the ground once more. “You'll have to kill me else I'll do it again. And again. And again. Can you do that, angel? Can you kill someone in cold blood?”

The moment Eris was torn from the area, her spell had been broken, her concentration shattered. By that point, the people were coming back to their senses, though some continued to fight on even after her influence was removed. Gunshots finally grew silent as those of authority began to make the much needed calls to get the injured and dying people help.

Eris's eyes moved to look around as the world grew silent once more, except for the cries of those in serious need of medical intervention. Her eyes locked back on the woman before she laughed once more. “Aw, seems like our fun is coming to an end.” Her hands splayed out in the grass, her magic pulsing out and into the solid earth below. “There are a lot of hurt people out there. It'll probably be a while before the emergency services get to them.” Her bloody teeth made an appearance once more as her smile grew demented and wild. “What are you going to do, oh sweet angel of wrath? Hold me or go help those in need. The clock is ticking! How long will they last, I wonder? Bullet holes can be a very tricky matter.” The ground below the woman quivered as her magic liquefied it under them. “It's your choice, angel!” She began to sink into the ground, her free hand reaching up in an attempt to grab the back of the woman's head. She would make a grab for the angel's hair and pull her face in close before planting a bloody kiss directly on the woman's mouth as she sank lower and lower into the ground. “I can't wait to see what you decide.”

@Finetales

Umbra Rose Condos

<Snipped quote by BunniesOfDoom>

Spooder has always been present in building two, she has been pestering the centaur this entire time.

Please knock before entering.

@Foster

Alright. I'll write up something that might drag you out of there lol.

Umbra Rose Condos

Best of luck @Lemons, and hopefully the one you find doesn't have a monthly gremlin-problem.

@Foster

If you're still invested, we could arrange for Iris to meet the friendly neighborhood spider

New Horizons (BunniesofDoomxHyliaIncarnate)

Eliot gave a loud chuckle when she described his storytelling as dangerous. “Well usually it's not so dangerous. But you gotta keep the crowd interested, ya know.”

As she informed him that she didn't drink, he just gave an idle shrug. “Hey no, I get it! Life can be dangerous when you're this cute,” he said as he gestures to her appearance. And she was cute! That much he couldn't deny. A nice round face with big, bright eyes, he couldn't help but find her adorable and judging by her comments and interactions, smart and outgoing, a good match to his energetic and spastic nature.

As she pulled him along, he laughed loudly before peering back at the group they were leaving behind. “Help! I'm being manknapped!” A few of the group waved at him as he was pulled away and he turned back to Adelia with a huff. “They just let you, huh? Good to know I mean nothing to them.” He followed along before she told him to lead the way, and then stepped up to tug her along. “As you wish.” He said with a knowing smirk on his face. He wondered if she got the princess bride reference. If she did, well, he may have just found his new best friend.

“My major?” He questioned when she asked about his major. “I'm going for digital design. I like making, like logos and web pages and stuff like that. What about you? What are you going for?”

As she gestured to the table, his eyes scanned the food quickly before he nodded and began heading that way. “I think they'll survive without me.” He reached down to grab a cookie off the table and took a bite before turning to his new friend. “Sometimes you gotta get away from the crowds, ya know?”

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Getsuy || Wendigo || Death, Decay, The Hunt, Hunger

God of Death, Decay, The Hunt, and Hunger

His true form

Name: Getsuy
Title: God of Death, Decay, The Hunt, and Hunger
Gender/Sex: He is a male but most people just refer to him as It.
Age: Ancient, was around before the war began
Species: Wendigo
Information: The Wendigo is a creature of unquenchable hunger. Born from desperation and starvation, a human becomes a wendigo when they have no choice but to feast on the flesh of their own kin. The wendigo is a beast always on the cusp of starvation. Their metabolism is so quick that they must eat continuously or else lose themselves to the vicious hunger within. Because of this quick metabolism, they have a very impressive healing capability along with enhanced sense, strength, and agility. They have also developed a gift for voice mimicry so they can lure in more prey to forever fuel the hunger within. Wendigos are essentially immortal but not invulnerable. Despite their impressive healing capabilities, there are ways you can kill such a creature. Fire is found to be the best answer to a wendigo. The flames continuously burn away any new tissue that may arise from their healing factor and eventually the Wendigo dies of starvation as they burn off any proteins within them to continue healing.

Wendigos are very territorial. They refuse to share their territory with any other kind of hunter, let alone another Wendigo. When two wendigos encounter each other, it always results in a brutal fight to the death. Sometimes these fights can take a few days or even up to a week with the creatures hunting and stalking each other until one is slain by the other.

Thankfully, Wendigos are not always hunger driven. As they age and grow, they can learn to diminish their hunger to a degree, allowing humanity to once more peek through. However, it takes centuries for a Wendigo to finally sate their hunger in such a way and very few survive that long, usually dying in fights for territory. There are very few Wendigos in existence and even less that have any connection with their humanity.

Also, Wendigos reek of death. You can smell one coming to you from a distance.

Appearance: Getsuy was always the living embodiment of death. His feral form is a quadrupedal, emaciated beast that towers over normal humans. Grey skin pulled tight against bones and muscles, there is not an ounce of fat on his body. Sharp bone spikes run along his spine and end at the base of his tail. He is hairless except for the large mane that begins at the base of his skull and extends along his long neck. His face is that of a deer skull with sharp teeth and large antlers. His eyes glow silver, like the moon, and his voice is deep and raspy as if a voice calling out from within a grave.

Everywhere he went, people would flee. Just his very stench was enough to chase off any mortal that didn't wish to see him dead. Even during the war, his appearance meant the end for all dying or dead upon the battle field. However, as he grew older and reconnected with his humanity, he took a human like form. Gone was his quadrupedal posture, replaced with a bipedal one. He kept his claws on his hands, though his feet were reverted back to human. His unnaturally long arms and gaunt appearance could not be changed, a constant remind of the hunger that dwells within. And lastly, his deer skull remained as well, with his antlers rising out from the sides of his head. Though this appearance was far better than his primal visage, it was still uncomfortable to gaze upon. With his stench, glowing white eyes and skulked head, he was quite the being to see- and fear.

Personality: When he was young, Getsuy cared for no one or thing. All he knew was the constant hunger. As he grew older and developed more civilized thinking, only then did he begin to develop a real personality once again.

He's a loner. Not many can stand his stench, let alone try to communicate with him. He does not have the instinctual need to meet and befriend people. He does not want a family or kin. He simply wants to survive and eat. When he does speak, it is usually in short concise sentences.

He had lost his humanity long ago and even though there is a slight sliver of it within his soul, he cannot bring himself to understand human nature. They grieve for the dead. He would not grieve for food. They help each other and grow together. He is territorial and kills any of his kind he may find. They show compassion towards living things. All he sees is food. He understands that his thinking is different from those around him but he could not bring himself to care. On particular days where his hunger is lower than normal, you may find him more personable, though those days seem to be left behind long ago after the agreement he made to not hunt the larger, more intelligent magical species. Now he more lurks within the shadows, constantly on the lookout for those he could devour.

He is rarely seen within human civilization, only arriving upon a summon and usually the summon ends in disaster for any that might have called to him. He cannot find himself within civilization because when he looks upon those humans before him, all he sees are snacks and though he is better and more controlled, even one who spent a decade feasting on the finest meat will eventually turn to easy food if it is presented to them in such quantities.

History: Getsuy could not tell you what life was like before be transformed into the Wendigo. For a long time, all he ever knew was hunger. His territory was quickly dwindling with prey to feast upon and when the war began, he found himself in a particular situation. He could eat all he liked and people were too focused on surviving to stop him.

Feasting upon the bodies of the slain on those bloody grounds of the war, he acquired a name, Death's Shadow. Once he arrived upon the battlefield, it meant the end to all injured, dead, or dying. He would not stop, could not stop and the battlegrounds were an open buffet to him. He cared not who won. All he saw was food.

After years of devouring the fallen, he began to get a sense back within. The hunger wasn't sated but it was diminished. For the first time in decades, he could think once more on things other than what would feed him next. He recognized that the war would eventually come to an end so he had to find a way to cling to this meager shard of humanity. He took his time to learn what fed him better, spent his resources hunting down larger and larger prey. Eventually he found that magical beings were the ones who filled him the most. Perhaps it was the magic within them, or their sheer size; he could not possibly understand why just that they did. So that is what he began to hunt. After the war ended, he stopped hunting smaller prey completely and focused his attention on the larger, magical beings who would keep his hunger at bay.

Because of that meager link to civilization, he could finally be reasoned with, though his thoughts were still very primal. An agreement was met. He would not hunt the more powerful magical beings and keep to the smaller, less intelligent ones and he would not be hunted in return. Eating the smaller beings was not nearly as efficient for his hunger but he was cognitive enough to know that it was what had to be done. If he continued to hunt and feed on the more powerful magical beings, it would only be a matter of time before they gathered themselves and hunted him instead.

By the time he was cognitive enough to know what was happening around him, he discovered that he had acquired the unflattering name. He didn't personally care but the name stuck and when monsters began to take the title of gods, his title was thrust upon him. No one else wanted it and there had to be dark gods to counterbalance the good. After all, Death comes for us all.

Mythical Significance: There are stories told to the children of humans to keep them away from the dark and shadowy places. They were told that if they wandered off too far, Getsuy would capture them and devour them alive.
Relationships: He is a lone wolf. He doesn't even have servants because of his tendency to devour them only a few days within his service.
Color: A dark crimson red- #883d39
Other: Getsuy doesn't have a place of power or a temple. He roams aimlessly, constantly following the hunger within. He does, however, make an appearance within the realm of the gods whenever servants are assigned and presented. They have stopped giving him his own after the first decade or so of him devouring them but he still finds it interesting to see which humans would be assigned to who. Perhaps it is a remnant of his human nature making itself known from time to time but he can't help his curiosity.

ISWL Retired Thread

Getsuy || Wendigo || Death, Decay, The Hunt, Hunger

God of Death, Decay, The Hunt, and Hunger

His true form

Name: Getsuy
Title: God of Death, Decay, The Hunt, and Hunger
Gender/Sex: He is a male but most people just refer to him as It.
Age: Ancient, was around before the war began
Species: Wendigo
Information: The Wendigo is a creature of unquenchable hunger. Born from desperation and starvation, a human becomes a wendigo when they have no choice but to feast on the flesh of their own kin. The wendigo is a beast always on the cusp of starvation. Their metabolism is so quick that they must eat continuously or else lose themselves to the vicious hunger within. Because of this quick metabolism, they have a very impressive healing capability along with enhanced sense, strength, and agility. They have also developed a gift for voice mimicry so they can lure in more prey to forever fuel the hunger within. Wendigos are essentially immortal but not invulnerable. Despite their impressive healing capabilities, there are ways you can kill such a creature. Fire is found to be the best answer to a wendigo. The flames continuously burn away any new tissue that may arise from their healing factor and eventually the Wendigo dies of starvation as they burn off any proteins within them to continue healing.

Wendigos are very territorial. They refuse to share their territory with any other kind of hunter, let alone another Wendigo. When two wendigos encounter each other, it always results in a brutal fight to the death. Sometimes these fights can take a few days or even up to a week with the creatures hunting and stalking each other until one is slain by the other.

Thankfully, Wendigos are not always hunger driven. As they age and grow, they can learn to diminish their hunger to a degree, allowing humanity to once more peek through. However, it takes centuries for a Wendigo to finally sate their hunger in such a way and very few survive that long, usually dying in fights for territory. There are very few Wendigos in existence and even less that have any connection with their humanity.

Also, Wendigos reek of death. You can smell one coming to you from a distance.

Appearance: Getsuy was always the living embodiment of death. His feral form is a quadrupedal, emaciated beast that towers over normal humans. Grey skin pulled tight against bones and muscles, there is not an ounce of fat on his body. Sharp bone spikes run along his spine and end at the base of his tail. He is hairless except for the large mane that begins at the base of his skull and extends along his long neck. His face is that of a deer skull with sharp teeth and large antlers. His eyes glow silver, like the moon, and his voice is deep and raspy as if a voice calling out from within a grave.

Everywhere he went, people would flee. Just his very stench was enough to chase off any mortal that didn't wish to see him dead. Even during the war, his appearance meant the end for all dying or dead upon the battle field. However, as he grew older and reconnected with his humanity, he took a human like form. Gone was his quadrupedal posture, replaced with a bipedal one. He kept his claws on his hands, though his feet were reverted back to human. His unnaturally long arms and gaunt appearance could not be changed, a constant remind of the hunger that dwells within. And lastly, his deer skull remained as well, with his antlers rising out from the sides of his head. Though this appearance was far better than his primal visage, it was still uncomfortable to gaze upon. With his stench, glowing white eyes and skulked head, he was quite the being to see- and fear.

Personality: When he was young, Getsuy cared for no one or thing. All he knew was the constant hunger. As he grew older and developed more civilized thinking, only then did he begin to develop a real personality once again.

He's a loner. Not many can stand his stench, let alone try to communicate with him. He does not have the instinctual need to meet and befriend people. He does not want a family or kin. He simply wants to survive and eat. When he does speak, it is usually in short concise sentences.

He had lost his humanity long ago and even though there is a slight sliver of it within his soul, he cannot bring himself to understand human nature. They grieve for the dead. He would not grieve for food. They help each other and grow together. He is territorial and kills any of his kind he may find. They show compassion towards living things. All he sees is food. He understands that his thinking is different from those around him but he could not bring himself to care. On particular days where his hunger is lower than normal, you may find him more personable, though those days seem to be left behind long ago after the agreement he made to not hunt the larger, more intelligent magical species. Now he more lurks within the shadows, constantly on the lookout for those he could devour.

He is rarely seen within human civilization, only arriving upon a summon and usually the summon ends in disaster for any that might have called to him. He cannot find himself within civilization because when he looks upon those humans before him, all he sees are snacks and though he is better and more controlled, even one who spent a decade feasting on the finest meat will eventually turn to easy food if it is presented to them in such quantities.

History: Getsuy could not tell you what life was like before be transformed into the Wendigo. For a long time, all he ever knew was hunger. His territory was quickly dwindling with prey to feast upon and when the war began, he found himself in a particular situation. He could eat all he liked and people were too focused on surviving to stop him.

Feasting upon the bodies of the slain on those bloody grounds of the war, he acquired a name, Death's Shadow. Once he arrived upon the battlefield, it meant the end to all injured, dead, or dying. He would not stop, could not stop and the battlegrounds were an open buffet to him. He cared not who won. All he saw was food.

After years of devouring the fallen, he began to get a sense back within. The hunger wasn't sated but it was diminished. For the first time in decades, he could think once more on things other than what would feed him next. He recognized that the war would eventually come to an end so he had to find a way to cling to this meager shard of humanity. He took his time to learn what fed him better, spent his resources hunting down larger and larger prey. Eventually he found that magical beings were the ones who filled him the most. Perhaps it was the magic within them, or their sheer size; he could not possibly understand why just that they did. So that is what he began to hunt. After the war ended, he stopped hunting smaller prey completely and focused his attention on the larger, magical beings who would keep his hunger at bay.

Because of that meager link to civilization, he could finally be reasoned with, though his thoughts were still very primal. An agreement was met. He would not hunt the more powerful magical beings and keep to the smaller, less intelligent ones and he would not be hunted in return. Eating the smaller beings was not nearly as efficient for his hunger but he was cognitive enough to know that it was what had to be done. If he continued to hunt and feed on the more powerful magical beings, it would only be a matter of time before they gathered themselves and hunted him instead.

By the time he was cognitive enough to know what was happening around him, he discovered that he had acquired the unflattering name. He didn't personally care but the name stuck and when monsters began to take the title of gods, his title was thrust upon him. No one else wanted it and there had to be dark gods to counterbalance the good. After all, Death comes for us all.

Mythical Significance: There are stories told to the children of humans to keep them away from the dark and shadowy places. They were told that if they wandered off too far, Getsuy would capture them and devour them alive.
Relationships: He is a lone wolf. He doesn't even have servants because of his tendency to devour them only a few days within his service.
Color: A dark crimson red- #883d39
Other: Getsuy doesn't have a place of power or a temple. He roams aimlessly, constantly following the hunger within. He does, however, make an appearance within the realm of the gods whenever servants are assigned and presented. They have stopped giving him his own after the first decade or so of him devouring them but he still finds it interesting to see which humans would be assigned to who. Perhaps it is a remnant of his human nature making itself known from time to time but he can't help his curiosity.

New Horizons (BunniesofDoomxHyliaIncarnate)

Eliot was always someone who could make friends quickly. Bringing laughter always seemed to be the key to making good friends. The mixer was no different. He had approached the event with a straight back and large smile and people reciprocated. Before he knew it, he had a drink in his hands and was telling jokes to a small group of people. He wore his old jeans that had faded after years of washing, a bright shirt of blue, and his green jacket just on top of that. This was his typical style, casual and comfy.

Eliot sat squatting in one of the armchairs scattered about the room and was currently in a story about how he had gotten into serious trouble by running a computer chair armrest directly into a wall and made a huge hole. When he was younger he had found a way to spin the chair around at amazing speeds by wrapping string around the bottom and giving it a mighty pull, like trying to start a gas lawnmower. The result was quite fun but rather dangerous. The chair went spinning about before coming to a very sudden stop when it met the wall, burying its armrest deep within.

Mid sentence, he flung his hands out as he had done back then but his arm accidentally hit someone who was just trying to walk pass. Eliot whirled around to see Adelia standing there. “Oh shit! I'm so sorry about that!” He hopped out of the armchair before stepping up to Adelia and giving her a look over. He spotted her cup of water and waved at it. “Good thing I missed your drink! That would have been messy.” He held up his own drink in greeting before flashing her a friendly smile. “Eliot McCail at your service, miss! As a way to make up for practically assaulting you with my storytelling, can I get you a drink? Maybe some food?” The people behind him grumbled that he never finished his story and he whirled around with a laugh. “I got my ass beat! What more do you people want?! Are you not entertained!” The small group of people laughed at his antics before he turned back to Adelia with the same goofy smile.

“Some people man, you could go around smacking young women and they only want to know the ending of your story.” He quickly chugged the last of his drink before he looked down at it. “Oh, I'm suddenly out of drink. Wanna accompany me to the bar?”