The moment the smell of blood hit Cull's nose, the starving young goblin was driven into a near frenzy. His split pupils narrowed in anticipation, his mouth began to water, his sharp canines glistened in the sunlight as a snarl formed on his lips.
He pressed hard onto the spear's tip, keeping pressure on the struggling Stoat, Cull's left hand; already holding the near butt of spear, slid back so that he now held the butt itself, allowing him to put more weight behind the weapon. His right hand quickly twisted to reverse its grip, that he could move closer to the stoat, while still having a firm grip on the spear. Cull loomed over his quarry, his spear angled almost directly down into the stoat now-- the goblin's core flexed as he shoved his full weight and strength down into the weapon. His hands twisted the spear like a burrowing maggot. A mighty roar bellowed from his lungs, "gggGGGGRRRAAAAA!"
Hunger gnawed at the root of Cull's mind as he stalked through the underbrush. He had set out alone, only a thick branch with a poorly sharpened tip to keep him company. Slowly, carefully, and deliberately he crept, his head on a swivel; searching for potential prey. Somehow, part of him knew what he was doing-- but the thoughts were fuzzy, and out of focus. Was it instinct, perhaps? Or something else entirely?
His grip shifted on his rudimentary spear. It felt familiar, like a weapon that belonged in his hands, a weapon he knew. But wasn't this his first time holding such a thing? A pounding headache dissuaded the youngling from trying to rationalize the strange sense of Deja Vous, food came first. Before long he came upon a clearing, where two animals were already fighting, the smaller of the two seemingly winning the struggle. Cull's breathing quieted as he narrowed his eyes at his prey, clearly the smaller brown animal was both faster, and stronger. Watching, waiting, moving ever so slowly-- the goblin stealthily positioned himself to come from behind the victor, intending to wait for their battle to be in its final moments before he would creep up, and thrust his spear into whatever animal had the upper hand.
Appearance: Standing only a bit taller than most other goblins, Cull's most striking feature is his slit red eyes. His short, spiky hair is dark, with the slightest tint of blue; like the depths of a lake.
Level: 22
Personality: Despite the relaxed and carefree personality that lies on the surface, Cull is a goblin that follows rules; both written and unwritten, to an extent that can only be explained as superstition. The only time Cull will knowingly violate such rules, is in the event that it comes into direct conflict with any vows he has taken. His greatest joy is that of battle against mighty foes; as at the core of his body beats the heart of a young glory-seeking warrior. Bound with a rather potent sense of honor and justice, Cull is incredibly protective of his kin; especially those he sees as weaker than him. However, should another of his kin bully one of their weaker brethren, or perform an act he finds especially underhanded, he will not hesitate to voice his stern opposition-- or in more extreme cases, get violent.
Past Life:
Blood filled Cullen Donahue's eyes as he struggled to maintain his failing grip. Broken bones, torn muscles, and barely clotted wounds screamed with agony as he fought to hold fast. Cullen had never been the type to fear death, rather-- he was the kind of maniac that always wanted to spar without any protective equipment with his HEMA mates; not that anyone ever indulged the crazy bastard. Normally, Cullen would've been ecstatic about a life or death struggle like this. In today's day and age there wasn't much of a future for the lad anyway; he'd have been right at home on some ancient battlefield, but cities, offices, paperwork, and machines weren't the thing for him.
But he wasn't fighting for himself right now, he was fighting to keep a promise he'd made. He'd already gone against the town's rules, and broken the first promise he made to his dying mother. If he failed now he'd have broken both promises, and all of this-- would've been for nothing.
Coming Soon!
(or whenever I get off my lazy ass)
Here's a couple neat memes while you wait:
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