FoxFireOfDawn

The Collector

After the mirror-like creature phased through the walls, Xerc returned to his normal self. He began to then make the attempt to shake off the oil-like substance that blended with his fur. Splatters of it covered the walls and floor. He still had a lot on his teeth and claws, but the majority of it over all was gone. He then felt a slight fuzzy feeling in the back of his head that slowly crept forward after Sasha had made the attempt to warn them of the tar before collapsing. He whimpered, already feeling the effects.

Xerc then moved quite slowly to the door that Alexandra had found, him now slightly slouched with his eyelids feeling much more heavier. He purposely scratched at himself, the slight pain giving him the hope of staying awake. If he collapsed now, it would be difficult to get him anywhere from his weight and size. It would definitely be a pain to haul him around. He kept scratching and growling, the constant sound and pain would make him last longer, or that's at least what he thought would work.

The Collector

As soon as what looked like hands sprouted from the glass creature, Xerc flinched. Noticing that they were lashing put at his comrades, he growled lowly, getting into the stance to charge. He visually darkened, made one loud bark and charged. He then began to claw and rip off the hands, him being engulfed in rage. He moved quick, darting around and slowing down for larger attacks. The black that oozed out of cuts and wounds to the hands blended in with his fur, but made it somewhat sticky. He payed no mind to it and with the state he was in now, it wouldn't be a suprise if he hit someone and didn't care.

those of silver cross academy (blue exorcist themed)

This has now died in a fire.
It never existed.

those of silver cross academy (blue exorcist themed)

*poof*
May I join? *bows slightly*
:3
It looks interesting.

The Collector

Xerc awkwardly shuffled out of the door from the basement and made his way over to the group, staying a little back. Then, noticing the painting on the wall, he tilted his head to the left with confusion. The painting changed it's appearance to fit with the fire, even though the fire didn't seem to burn the painting. He then decided to get closer.

Still confused, Xerc stared directly at the painting, ignoring the feeling that was looming in the air. He examined it thoroughly before looking to the left. It was easy to see over the others from his height, but the figure at the end of the hallway interested him. He once again tilted his head and let out a little whimper in confusion.

Vampiric Masters

Mer poor Vee-vee is all alone...Oh well. :/
AND HAI.
I've been dead for awhile.
Sorry. ;_;

The Collector

With all of these things happening at once, Xerc simply dazed off. With all this sudden information, it was quite hard to keep track of what was happening. Noticing that the others were introducing themselves, he decided to step in. "I'm called Xerolo'kk Hirnacht'k, but for the sake of remembering who I am, call me Xerc. I'm assosiated with being a hellhound according to the legends. If a human was to insult and gaze at me, then their lifespan wouod be cut in half until they apopogize. This only works on humans, and I'm saying this also as a warning, not just for information. " he proudly stated, his tail waving behind him.

The Collector

"I estimate that you're a shape-shifter, then." Xerc replied to the the girl called Alexandra. These people would prove for an interesting experience away from home. He momentarily stood to shake his body, yawn, then sit back down. "My full name is Xerolo'kk Hirnacht'k, but just call me Xerc." He said, bowing his head slightly. He then looked at those still unconscious and sighed,"What shall we do with the others? I don't think it's wise if we leave them like this."

The Collector

"Yes, I have the ability to talk. What a shocker." Xerc replied, sighing. A lot of others ask the same question, which annoys him slightly but a bear-sized wolf that talks is quite surprising. He thought that since most people here were also supernatural, he wouldn't get asked the question. Looking over at the boy who asked the question of where we all are, he replied, "After reading the note on the door over here, it seems we are in a mansion owned by someone with the title of 'The Collector'. Looks like if we can find a way out, we can leave. If not, I assume we would have to stay here. We're probably in the basement, so that's why it's cold."

Vampiric Masters

Maybe he be dead.
Just sayin'.