Doc Doctor

Pokemon Colosseum: The Light Extinguished

@ChevHe's a villain and stuff.

The Supernatural Division

Can I be a monsterrrr?

Of Monsters and Men [Modern Fantasy]

Bumpity.

Ghosts in the Darkness (Ruby Vs. Shashous-Throth)

No heat signatures. No life. Once Ruby had entered into the portion of the cave where it was possible to stand, she would be met with a simple cave tunnel easily big enough to walk along. There were many passages, but only one seemed to be used more. Seemed to stink worse. If she followed her nose, then it would be a mere half-hours walk through the rotting tunnels before she'd come upon a crevasse. Like the opening to the cave, it was not extraordinary. Only a black crack in the floor through which a big man may slip. Not a straight drop, but a jagged climb downwards for a few hundred feet.

*Farther and farther away from the world wherein lay all that was known...*

The one who claims finding monsters is easy has never met a true monster, and oftentimes the journey matters just as much as the goal. It gives one time to contemplate their life. Were Ruby to clamber down through the crevasse and into the inky depths, she would be able to notice the smell much, much more. A pungency that reeked of flesh rot. That special coppery aroma, melting and deep and sickly sweet, which arises only when the body of something that is still alive starts to die. At the bottom would be the main cavern. The ceiling would stretch out far, far above her. Further on was a black gulf even her night/thermal vision couldn't penetrate. Not because it was magic, no. It just seemed to stretch on forever, getting wider and wider the further one moved on. But there would be little need to look any further. The floor was a crunchy carpet, an endless nest of grime-caked bones that shrunk into the distance. Almost all of them were human, and most of the ones that were human looked small. They belonged to children. A hundred and twenty yards away was a blanched monument to death, almost touching the dripping stalactites. More bones. It was frigid this far down, but even so she could probably see it. Up there on the ceiling, halfway between her and the pyramid of skeletons. Moving so slowly. A bit at a time. Then stopping. A bit more, ever so sluggish. Then it stops again. A bulbous shape all bloated and wet. The pulpy layer of cold mucous surrounding its already cool and lightly pulsating body might have fooled a normal person. But it was just a shade different on the heat spectrum, a slightly brighter blue. If she watched long enough, intently enough, held still and gazed into...

Yes. Little by little, high above, it seemed to be moving towards her. The cruelest illusion that one could have at this point, one which had passed through the minds of countless others, would be that there was still hope for escape. The chance to leave that place and forget it all like a bad dream, to go back to warm homes and smiling faces. That something so far, so slow, that maybe *please oh gods please* had not yet noticed them, that perhaps that almost unseen thing may just be their *Shush... Shhhh...* imagination.

Ink and Blood (Empty Armor vs. Doc Doctor)

It was a vast world with many kinds of people. For some does power manifest differently. Zande had made good on his rebuttal, but yet had Tanya offered a recourse of her own. His last terms had been "use no weapon". In the stead of another round of terms, she had instead opted to claw at his torso and scream for his soul. Even if that were meant to be a term, any wiseass magician or Harvard lawyer in this realm or the next would be quick to point out that such a thing would be, in a court of law, referred to as a claim and an iffy one at best. Not only that, but she was plunging through her own taboo to try and make a kill. If the innate power to take souls at a touch was indeed within her grasp, then one with as much living vigor as the terrible Zande would have a high resistance to an attack with so little metaphysical weight. Ah, but a dagger to the eye. Now that was the sort of thing that could snuff a monkey real good. But Tanya was not the only one that had a nasty trick up her sleeve. The human body can hold just as many surprises as a wizard's hat.

Zande's body went soft after the dagger was raised, his muscles sagging and bulging outwards. Flabby. Plump. As if they had become putty beneath his skin. Self induced hyposthenia. He allowed himself to weaken. To give in a little. To let her win, just a bit. He knew she would probably see her chance and go for it. A momentary lapse through which she may try to shove her essence through in one titanic assault. Go for it. Stab. Skewer. Pull out the soul.

Except...
The cannibal had only brought his body to the supreme point of relaxation so that he could then contract it with the greatest amount of force that he could possibly exert. The brief power he exploded with now would make his strength from before seem like that of a pregnant schoolmarm. He intended to obliterate any hold she had over him in a single go. The knife could be dealt with after he was free. Paltry steel may draw out his blood, but once he had ruined her aim, in which way might be reckoned with depending upon how she'd react to his actions, then he would be back in his familiar territory. A physical plane where he could freely maul her to death.

Yami and Doc vs Cruallassar and Lunar

Our vampires can probably work together if Jazmine promises the bodies to Shashous-Throth. It can grasp (but not speak) human language, but the only way to gain its *temporary* favor is to be worth more meat living than dead.

Yami and Doc vs Cruallassar and Lunar

Shashous-Throth

Full Name: Shashous-Throth

Nickames/Alias/AKA: The Magna Pater

Age: 1,107

Gender: Male

Class: Monster

Race: Primal Vampire

Appearance: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two winged arms and a long, powerful tail. The middle claw on each forepaw is eight inches long and razor sharp. The beast's head is mostly a jagged maw with oily, unseeing eyes on top. From snout to tail base, it is a little less than eight feet long. The tail is twelve feet. It weighs in at about five-hundred pounds, as much as a tiger.



Average lifespan: As long as it can continue drinking blood. It doesn't age when it sleeps for years in-between large meals.

Abilities: Limited flight, tremendous strength and speed, keen hearing, sonar, and heat pits. Its sense of smell is of such magnitude that it can track down others thousands of kilometers away just by smelling them on the clothing of its prey. Excels in stealth hunting and close combat. Is far more clever that it looks. Can quickly regenerate from wounds by drinking blood. The amount of mass healed is proportionate to how much blood is consumed, I.E one pound of blood to replace one pound of damaged tissue. Its body mucous and saliva contains cytotoxic and bufotoxic properties. Those whom it bites or claws will suffer gradual necrosis and fast-acting, nightmarish hallucinations. The membrane of its wings is tougher than Kevlar. Due to its limited wingspan it can only fly for a maximum distance of ninety meters and remain aloft for little more than a half minute.



Behavior: Shashous-Throth is what one would first think of when the word "monster" comes to you in the dead of night. It makes no noise, has no mercy, and lives only to drain the blood and devour the flesh of all living things it can bind within its greasy wings. But it is shy, and it despises the light. Shashous-Throth prefers to remain in damp pitch-blackness, where no eyes can spy it and no light can fall upon it. When outside of its primary lair it lurks around graveyards, occasionally squirming through the wormy soil to feast upon the dead and decaying when no live meat is available. It never stops pursuing its prey, even if they move far away. It will also track down any living thing that leaves its scent on a victim. This often leads to the Magna Pater consuming the families of those it hunts, along with anyone those families had come into recent physical contact with. Though one may travel often and abroad, once the Magna Pater has chosen a victim their fate is inevitable. It could take days, weeks, months, even years, but eventually on some cold and moonless evening one will awaken to see a sticky face with dead eyes peering through their bedroom window.

History: Once in a millennium does a creature born of vampires enter this world, a monstrosity known as the "Magna Pater". The prodigal ancestor, the true genesis, ancient and terrible. In this lifetime does a special one exist. The most dreadful of its kind to have ever lived. It resides deep below ground, amidst a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. It slumbers upon a towering mountain of soggy bones, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. Those who enter this wretched domain, where the blue sky transitions into a black void, do so at the risk of becoming yet another skeleton upon which the Magna Pater may sleep, with their loved ones soon joining them.

Theme Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6asBlPR6Be8

Ghosts in the Darkness (Ruby Vs. Shashous-Throth)

It was a brisk night, unusually calm and pleasant. Not too humid, not too dry. The peace would have kept until morning had a man not come charging into town, his face ragged and his hair wild and as white as snow. Earlier that day it had been brown.

"I seen it! I seen it!"

He fell on his knees, clawing at his cheeks with both hands. He had the look of a man who had seen his own future. Shutters were pulled open, folks who had work in the morning woken up prematurely. Some mocked him before slamming their windows closed, and others knowing what the fool had seen would duck away in fear, perhaps to make sure their doors were bolted and their children still slept safely. Islanders sometimes lived near volcanos. Those near the coast by hurricanes. Around here there was something else. Be it cheap real estate or family tradition, there were always those who walked the razors edge. Today someone had slipped. If one were intrepid enough to question the poor man, he would be all too eager to answer. He had everything to gain and nothing to lose, after all. He was now sobbing.

"The cave. A mile beyond where the trail ends, straight ahead. It saw me too..."

An old hunting trail, rarely used these days. It was overgrown with vegetation but could still be followed. It ended after seven miles. One more to go after that. One more mile, whereupon one would reach a cave. Not some gaping dragon's lair. Just a small mossy hole large enough for a man to sneak through on his hands and knees. A secret place. But the adventurer that had come all that way may surely know it for what it was, how it had a tendency to take away the ones you loved. The crazed man would have told them. He had a wife, he had a daughter. He was desperate. The hole was, not so much in the true sense of the word, a gateway between realities. A snaking little grotto that completely removed you from the land of Sunday mornings, family hugs, bustling markets, and boring neighbors. To venture inside was to abandon the world wherein lay all that was known, and enter the realm of the lost. If one were to go inside there would be little to see but a complete and silent blackness. Every inch of the tunnel would feel as if it had been licked by a dog. Damp and musky. It was not tight but long. Fifty yards of winding and crawling before there became room enough to stand.

Ghosts in the Darkness (Ruby Vs. Shashous-Throth)

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Ghosts in the Darkness (Ruby Vs. Shashous-Throth)

Victory: Death or forfeit.
Stipulations: Respond to the last post of your opponent within 48 hours or it is a forfeit.