- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- fantasy, scifi, or apocalyptic-ish
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Trigger
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Well, that was one way of leaving the building. Trigger turned to see both the blue furball and the cat jump out the window, probably towards the ship that fell. There wasn't much that Trigger wanted or could do to help so he just leaned up against an old pillar that helped hold up the roof. "Well great…" he muttered. This wasn't the ideal way that Trigger was going to leave the building since the water didn't really work too well with the technology he was carrying. "Anyone else have any bright ideas?" he asked.
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Dusk
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Watching a creature burn up to a crisp in front of him wasn't what Dusk wanted to see today. The smell of melted skin and death sat in the air, creating a feeling of dread. Dusk was surprised to see that it didn't phase either of the two creatures that walked up to him. Had they done this before? Why did this need to happen? Dusk shrugged off the thoughts. They didn't help deal with the sunken feeling in his stomach. He felt nauseous because the smell was awful. Sadly, he couldn't get anything to come out due to the lack of a mouth. He put a hand to where it would have been though, a shuddered. It was similar to a dry heave, but there was no sound that came out, only Dusk's shivers.
After a few moments, he took his hand off his face and crouched down, trying to get a good look at the female creature. The taller male one wasn't too much of interest to Dusk since it wasn't the one to actually kill the icy creature. Smoke was still coming off of her from her fresh kill. After the battle, she didn't quite seem that unique looking. The eyeholes in his skull stared her up and down, but it didn't provide many answers. An uneasy silence followed him as he did his actions. The only sounds that he gave off were from his movements. The small crinkling of dirt on the ground, the slow creaking his joints made. These sounds usually didn't stand out around a person, but Dusk was most definitely not a person. He had no idea how to reply to the woman's actions. Home? Heroes? All Dusk wanted to do was get back to his flowers.
As for the other creature in Dusk's company, he seemed vastly different than the female. Dusk also moved to be eye level with him. This one seemed to be used to days of battle. The male creature's black eye gave little care other than for death. He looked tired, almost like he had never had a decent night's sleep in hundreds of years. The silvery white hair that this creature had also fit this description. It seemed dirty and ragged, almost like it had only been washed in blood and ashes. His ragged exterior didn't seem to fit how he acted around others though. This creature acted dignified, almost distinguished. Dusk was at a loss as to what to do. He only waited to see what would happen next and to see if he could return home.
Trigger
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Well, that was one way of leaving the building. Trigger turned to see both the blue furball and the cat jump out the window, probably towards the ship that fell. There wasn't much that Trigger wanted or could do to help so he just leaned up against an old pillar that helped hold up the roof. "Well great…" he muttered. This wasn't the ideal way that Trigger was going to leave the building since the water didn't really work too well with the technology he was carrying. "Anyone else have any bright ideas?" he asked.
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Dusk
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Watching a creature burn up to a crisp in front of him wasn't what Dusk wanted to see today. The smell of melted skin and death sat in the air, creating a feeling of dread. Dusk was surprised to see that it didn't phase either of the two creatures that walked up to him. Had they done this before? Why did this need to happen? Dusk shrugged off the thoughts. They didn't help deal with the sunken feeling in his stomach. He felt nauseous because the smell was awful. Sadly, he couldn't get anything to come out due to the lack of a mouth. He put a hand to where it would have been though, a shuddered. It was similar to a dry heave, but there was no sound that came out, only Dusk's shivers.
After a few moments, he took his hand off his face and crouched down, trying to get a good look at the female creature. The taller male one wasn't too much of interest to Dusk since it wasn't the one to actually kill the icy creature. Smoke was still coming off of her from her fresh kill. After the battle, she didn't quite seem that unique looking. The eyeholes in his skull stared her up and down, but it didn't provide many answers. An uneasy silence followed him as he did his actions. The only sounds that he gave off were from his movements. The small crinkling of dirt on the ground, the slow creaking his joints made. These sounds usually didn't stand out around a person, but Dusk was most definitely not a person. He had no idea how to reply to the woman's actions. Home? Heroes? All Dusk wanted to do was get back to his flowers.
As for the other creature in Dusk's company, he seemed vastly different than the female. Dusk also moved to be eye level with him. This one seemed to be used to days of battle. The male creature's black eye gave little care other than for death. He looked tired, almost like he had never had a decent night's sleep in hundreds of years. The silvery white hair that this creature had also fit this description. It seemed dirty and ragged, almost like it had only been washed in blood and ashes. His ragged exterior didn't seem to fit how he acted around others though. This creature acted dignified, almost distinguished. Dusk was at a loss as to what to do. He only waited to see what would happen next and to see if he could return home.