BunniesOfDoom

To Hold Back The Dark

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In Secret We Lie: False Gods & Human Servants

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.

the Alliance of Liberty City

Kersey ran along the city streets, cursing to herself as she made her way to work. She slept in again! That could only mean that Eris was the one who went to sleep and didn’t turn her alarm on. She didn’t even want to think of what the woman got up to the night before. She couldn’t even remember what would have happened the day before to trigger her out. She was getting worried. Ever since the park, her sanity has been balancing on the tip of a needle with Eris clawing at her feet and trying to drag her down below.

Kersey had tried to get the manager to switch her to a night shift but the poor woman said that everyone wants to work the night shift over the morning. Since Kersey was newer to the position, she would have to work the morning shift for a bit until someone on the night shift changed their times or left. She understood and she had to say that the manager was very accommodating. She could tell Kersey was having a very hard time, her disheveled hair and deep bags under her eyes being her usual call signs. That day was no different.

She grabbed a hold of the glass paned door to the coffee shop before she saw her reflection in the clean glass. Her hair was a rat’s mess, her eyes sockets so dark it looked like she might have gotten into a fight before. This was the third day of little to no sleep. Kersey was bone tired.

She sighed as she reached into her bag and pulled out a brush. Using the door reflection, she began to wrangle in the mess on the top of her head. When her hair was at least detangled, though now frizzy, she slipped the brush into her pack before slipping in. The manager spotted her instantly, a deep frown forming on her face at the sight of the exhausted girl. Without a word, she pointed to her office when Kersey made eye contact. Kersey sighed deeply as she strolled through the front and into the back where the manager waited for her in her office.

“Kersey, you look like you have just risen from the dead. When was the last time you slept?” The concerned, motherly tone always made Kersey feel so uncomfortable when talking to this woman. She cared, she really did. But Kersey wasn’t very trusting of anyone, let alone those who claimed they cared.

Kersey groaned lightly as she ran her hand along her tired face. “I don’t know. Three- four days?” The woman frowned deeply, clasping her hands in front of her.

“Is it drugs, Kersey?”

“What?! No! It’s not drugs. I just haven’t been sleeping lately. Think drugs will help?”

The woman didn’t find any amusement from Kersey’s joke before she stepped forward to place a hand on the smaller woman’s shoulder. “I’m worried about you Kersey. You were scheduled for a shift yesterday but you never showed up and now you come in today looking like this.” Kersey stared at the woman in confusion. A shift yesterday? No. No, her shift was today. A bit frantic now, she dug through her bag until she pulled her phone out. Its screen flashed a warning that she was out of minutes and would have to refill it but that wasn’t important to her now. She pulled up the calendar and sure enough, she had lost a whole day!

“I- when,” Kersey stammered as she stared at the date on her phone. Eris had stolen a whole day from him. What had she done during that day? Kersey needed to open her laptop and see if there was any news about people going nuts and killing each other the day before. Kersey clawed desperately at the side of her head with her free hand. The manager watched her with worried filled eyes.

“Look, go order you a muffin and a drink. It’s on the house. Then take the day. Go get some rest! Get yourself back in order for tomorrow when you have a real shift, okay?” Kersey nodded slowly as the manager ushered her out of the back office. The woman gave a sad shake of her head as Kersey slowly walked off in a daze.

After about ten minutes, Kersey was sitting at one of the small tables next to a wall plug. She had her laptop in front of her, opened and plugged in. She took a small bite of her chocolate muffin as she began to open news website after news website. She had to make sure Eris didn’t cause any trouble. She had to know she didn’t kill anyone.

Scanning website after website, after website. She ran through them quickly, trying to find anything that could be pointed back towards them. Buildings falling. People losing their minds and attacking others. Riots. Large street fights. She went through the sites as fast as her reading skills would allow. After about twenty minutes of hunching over her laptop like an old crone, she finally sat back in relief. There were no large news articles that she could logically link to herself. A few other villains were making trouble but they were handled by the heroes. Nothing new there.

With a sigh, she pulled up the article from two weeks ago. The riot in the park.

“4 dead, Dozens injured! The Riot in the park!”

How many times did she pull this article up to read it through? She had to have done it at least a hundred times by now. That was the biggest event by Eris, as of late. How long would it be before she pulled such a stunt again?

She dragged a head along her face, sighing as she closed the website before taking a sip of her drink. She need to figure out a way to handle Eris. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself.

Blackguards of The Moonsea

When the mage explained that nobles tended to not like people cutting off their appendages, Serphia scoffed. That boy wasn’t deserving of the title noble. She took his hand with ease. He had a sword at his hip but he didn’t even try to contest her. When she removed his hand, he simply dropped to his knees as he screamed. Did he even know how to use the sword he carried on his hip? The shame his family must feel at the display of his weakness.

“Of course there’s nobility and commoners in the Underdark. The matriarchs play by different rules, however.” Her voice drew somber as she locked her eyes on the man across the way. As she spoke again, her voice dripped with venom. “A lot of blood runs freely in Underdark.”

His answer intrigued her. What did he mean, mostly? Was he a half breed? Perhaps two species mixed together? Or perhaps he was a full human at one time but somehow lost that, giving himself over to the gods? She knew of Drow who had done such things before. However, before he could answer, the guard made his round, peeking in on them before continuing his route. She silently watched the guard leave. When the light faded once more, she turned her eyes back to the man.

She silently watched him as he casted a spell. She could sense the subtle flow of magic. She situated as best she could, pulling on her shackles as she tried to lean forward to get a better view of what the man was doing. As the manacles fell away from his wrist, the Drow allowed an eyebrow to rise as she rested back against the wall. “You are an interesting mostly-human.” He was sure to begin working on the other manacle and then his cell door next. His freedom was at hand. She couldn’t help but feel jealous of the man. He would get out of this disgusting place.She had no doubt he would leave her to rot. He had no reason to free her. He didn’t know who she was and couldn’t possibly hope to trust her. However, as he began to work on the other manacle, he offered her a truce.

Her teeth flashed in the dark in a vicious grin. “Oh, you have nothing to fear from me, human. It’s not you I have eyes for. Release me, and I will get us both out of here.” While leaving blood through every step of the way. These men had imprisoned her. Her honor could not allow such a thing to leave this place. She would make sure they couldn’t speak of it- ever again.

As he began to work on the lock of her door, her ears picked up the slightest sound of something skittering along. She peered past the mage, her eyes scanning the darkness for the one making such a noise. Arloke was always so good at sneaking. As the man pulled her door open, a quiet chittering could be heard from the darkness. Her eyes slowly rose to the ceiling before the same vicious grin crossed her face. “Ah, there you are Arloke.” The cat-sized spider slowly lowered itself from the ceiling on its own silk. Its body was surprisingly furry and its multitude of eyes locked on the mage. It hovered there on its threads, just behind the man’s head.

Blackguards of The Moonsea

Introducing only the sweetest little guy around!

Arloke!

What's the reason behind your Username?

Me and my sisters used to play online games on our ps3. Games like call of duty and resistance. We got sick of sharing our dads account. So we got together to come up with the name. After they went and eventually got their own accounts, I took it over. I'm BunniesOfDoom on pretty much everything. If you see a BunniesOfDoom in your games, there's a likely chance it's me!

Random post from someone in our 1x1

I'm sure it was probably just a mistake on their part, somehow but could you delete this post from our 1x1 by crockpot?

roleplayerguild.com/posts/5609497

New Horizons (BunniesofDoomxHyliaIncarnate)

@Crockpot227
Can we help you there, buddy? Is there a reason you posted in our rp random stuff like that?

New Horizons (BunniesofDoomxHyliaIncarnate)

After they clinked their drinks together, Eliot took a large swig before he turned to face the part, resting his hip against the food table. He gazed out at the crowd, allowing his eyes to slowly scan across the multitude of faces out there. A smile crossed his face as he spotted a few people he knew already, chatting it up with others. When Adelia stepped around him, he leaned to the side just slightly to give her access to anything on the table just behind him.

“Judge people on food? Are you nuts? That would be totally rude. Some people have their own flavors that they like. You can’t go judging people on stuff like that. Who cares if you don’t agree. It’s their food. They’re not forcing you to eat it.” He scoffed before taking another sip of his drink. “Don’t go worrying about those people. They’re not worth your time. If they judge you on just what you eat, then definitely not worth even talking to them.” He peered down at a watch he had on his wrist. The time read 11:45 pm. He must have been at that mixer for a few hours by now. It was supposed to end by midnight. So they would be pulling the plug soon.

When she asked Eliot about whether he liked the party or not, he caught the lingering question she asked just under the surface. “Some people are just tabs to be forgotten.” He slipped his hand into his pocket before withdrawing his phone from his pocket. “Some though, maybe it’s a tab with a lot of useful information I’d like to keep open.” He unlocked his phone and opened up the contacts list before handing it over to her. “How about we keep in touch? You don’t have to, if you don’t want to, but I thought you were pretty chill and God knows I could use more people like that in my life.”

The intercom in the room buzzed to life and he peered up at the ceiling, along with everyone else in the room. “Attention students! The mixer will be coming to an end in the next ten minutes. On behalf of the student council, we would like to thank you for coming and hope you had a wonderful time. Please, if you have any trash, throw it away in the designated areas to make cleanup easier for us. Thank you very much and have a wonderful year!”

Eliot nodded his head. Right on time. He straightened off the table and turned around to face the snacks. He began to pick up any trash that anyone might have left on the table. “Looks like our little get together is coming to an end.” He walked to the other end of the table before throwing any trash he found away. He returned to Adelia’s side with a smile. “Looks like we gotta go find somewhere else to chill.”

Umbra Rose Condos

That would be hilarious! Too bad Max is essentially just an NPC now.