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Hunterz~Wolf OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 800 |
Posted: Thu, 05/05/2022 11:46 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 05/05/2022 11:21 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 05/05/2022 00:35 (3 Years ago) |
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Potion: Egg Flower Growth Method: Crafting Details: N/A Using/Getting an Event potion! Potion: Peep Friend Method: Crafting Details: N/A Can I get an inventory update please? ^^ [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 04/05/2022 23:21 (3 Years ago) |
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Ransolite: Sakia Potion: Bunny Friend Method: Crafting Details: Flopped ears and Match the colors to the Rans please :3 [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 04/05/2022 20:15 (3 Years ago) |
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User: Hunterz~Wolf Egg: Blue Pink Butterflies Payment: PD Checked if available?: Yup :3 Ordering an egg! User: Hunterz~Wolf Egg: Spikey Green Payment: PD Checked if available?: Yup ^^ [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 04/05/2022 04:40 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 04/05/2022 02:09 (3 Years ago) |
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Whattt the first part was good already >×< [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 04/05/2022 00:25 (3 Years ago) |
   𝕬𝖟𝖗𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 » Nightmare (English cover) « 0:58 ─〇───── 2:50 ╔⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╗ "Oh, where has that little boy gone? Trampled over by the cruelness of the world, With no one to go to, He shook hands with the devil. ╚⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╝ At the sudden return of the female's voice, Azrael stopped in his tracks and turned back. To be frank, he wasn't one who likes nor was interested in anything related to science so whatever she had said didn't really appeal to him much. He did hear the word before while the doctors worked on him as a kid, but his idea of what the word meant was vague and the only thing he could think of was diseases and genetic stuff since that was how he commonly heard it back at the facility. Cleaning was the last thing on his mind, they'd all crumble to rubble after this anyway, it's no use. However, he could maybe use her skill in technology for... later, though he wasn't going to just accept forming an alliance with her just yet. "I'll think about it," he said blankly as he leaned against the wall, watching her play with the syringe. His eyes thought he saw the black liquid inside it again, but it was empty. He watched as she almost twirled it around her fingers like a knife, watching the shiny, grey needle reflect the rays of lights from the celing. He directed his attention to his arm that just got shot and the last scabs of skin had fallen and his arm looked as good as new, though a throbbing pain still ached on the area. At the sound of the snake's flickering tongue, he stole glances at it, almost mesmerized by it's pristine colors compared to the menacing black ones in the lab, which they dumped into his room once... "Anyway, if you're just going to pester me I might as well make use of it," he grumbled as he took out the phone he was given. "Do you happen to know this guy?" he questioned, showing Andrea the picture of the man he was sent to kill for a few minutes before he switched off the phone. The target was probably in his 60s if he heard it from the boss properly and one thing that stood out from the man was his pitch black eyes which were just as unusual as Azrael's bright red ones. Even if his facial features weren't uncommon, his eyes gave his identity away and he was told he wore a hood or a hat most of the time to hide his most prominent feature. The man somewhat reminded Azrael of his father, with the face full of scars from battles he never knew and the dark bags under the eyes. He couldn't remember much of the man except his blue eyes. Whenever he thought of those dead eyes that still shone it's soft blue, even when it loses it's light of light, a weird feeling tingles in Azrael. But also the whispers that taunted him in the back of his mind. He stretched as he stood straight after resting his body on the wall and started moving again, finding his way to the staircase, he checked his watch to see the time. Time really does fly when you're having fun. he thought, as there were only a few more minutes to the grand event. He kicked opened the door to the staircase and forgot about his enhanced strength, the impact of his boots on the door caused it to crack and come off all it's hinges before smashing against the wall, causing a slight rumble in the building. He looked at the pieces of wood for a few seconds before he made his way down the stairs. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 03/05/2022 22:05 (3 Years ago) |
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𝕬𝖟𝖗𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 » Nightmare (English cover) « 0:58 ─〇───── 2:50 ╔⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╗ "Oh, where has that little boy gone? Trampled over by the cruelness of the world, With no one to go to, He shook hands with the devil. ╚⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╝ Azrael turned to look at the newcomer, a look of uninterest on his face. He didn't bother catching the lollipop offered to him, letting it bounce off his chest and landing on the white tiled floor. Sweets weren't his thing anyway. If anything, all it brought back were painful memories. Ones that he couldn't clearly remember. He examined her closely and just based off the way she talked, he probably wouldn't like her. The snake with her, however, seemed to have made Azrael's eyes spark in wonder, which he quickly diminished. He didn't say anything to her as he walked off towards the hallway, with his hands in his pockets. "Now, now, Azrael. That's not how you treat a lady," said the buzz in his ear. Azrael let out a loud laugh as he raised his finger to press the button. "Says the man who ran one over with a car," he backlashed, remembering their journey to the city outskirts. The boss laughed at his response. "Hey, she was almost asking for it. Crazy lady standing in the middle of the road," he replied. "It was a pedestrian crossing old man," Azrael added as he left the reception area and started making his way towards the corridors lined with wards, hearing the panicked ruckus of the people inside, fretting over why the chaos was erupting so early. He could hear the doctors rush towards him as he tried to find the stairs to the basement. "On a serious note, maybe you should talk to her. She may have valuable information, or she could be an ally," the man said. "I have no interest in creating any fake relationships with anyone only to kill them off later," he answered, probably loud enough for Andrea to hear, as he pushed open the huge double doors leading to the next section. He was instantly met by a wave of doctors and nurses, holding up guns aimed at him. "Whatever. But remember, just because you have an up with your stats, doesn't mean you're invincible. Even if you can heal quickly, damage to vital organs are still fatal. I highly recommend you partner up with-" "Yeah, yeah, ramble on. Talk to you later," he grumbled as he took out the tiny earpiece and tossed it to the ground. He felt a slight shock in his arm, probably from the tracker planted in him, as a punishment for what he did. But he didn't care, this pain was nothing compared to what he put up with throughout his childhood. Just as the doctor was about to call out the order to fire, Azrael took out the knives burrowed deep in the pockets of his hoodie, gripping one on every gap between his fingers and throwing them, each one hitting a spot on the staff's neck. He did miss one, which managed to shoot him, a straight hit to his arm. He let out a wince, but nothing more to give them the satisfaction of watching him in pain. He took out another knife and hit them properly before he went to pick them back up. Maybe they weren't the best weapons, but they the ones that Azrael was definitely best at handling. He also picked up the earpiece he threw away. "Anyway, stop zapping me, it's getting annoying," he complained as he put it back on, continuing his journey through the hallway. He could already feel the bullet wound healing, slowly but still abnormally quick. "Don't get too cocky," the man warned, which was met by Sephtis rolling his eyes. The earpiece went silent after that, not even the beep that told him the connection was cut. The old man must be pissed. Serves him right. As he traversed the endless hospital hallways, he could feel memories flooding. Everything from the needles lying on the trolleys to the empty gurneys and the clean smell that lingered in the air, it reminded him too much of that hell hole he'd been penned up in. It started getting too quiet as he walked further and the screamings and ordering were now reduced to sobs and whisper-cries. The number of obstacles, though, increased and he had to repeatedly climb over the randomly placed gurneys and trolleys that were obstructing the corridor. Tired from all the leaping, he decided to chill for a minute and threw himself onto one of them, the surprisingly soft pillow catching his head, but it was a huge contrast to the mattress that felt like it could break his back. He laid there for a second, staring at the fluorescent lights on the cieling- Stop! Please! He shot up from the gurney immediately at the sudden, vivid image in his head. He glanced down and saw that he had gripped on the sheets in his shock. He sighed as he rubbed his eyes and continued on his way again. He quickly reminded himself that laying down on a gurney was a bad idea and should never be attempted again. New Info: Hospitals gives Azrael bad flashbacks [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 03/05/2022 13:03 (3 Years ago) |
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Pokemon: Castforms (Cold, Windy, Smog, Sunny) Payment: [Don't calculate, I will!] Anything else?: Thank youuu <3 [Read more] |
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Hunterz~Wolf OFFLINE Forum Posts: 800 |
Posted: Tue, 03/05/2022 08:03 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 03/05/2022 06:54 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 03/05/2022 05:57 (3 Years ago) |
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𝕬𝖟𝖗𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 » Nightmare (English cover) « 0:58 ─〇───── 2:50 ╔⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╗ "Oh, where has that little boy gone? Trampled over by the cruelness of the world, With no one to go to, He shook hands with the devil. ╚⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╝ The streets were literally deserted as Azrael wandered around, kicking small rocks and pebbles as he strolled along the pavement. He saw the eyes of the men in suits look at him warily. Of course they'd look at him that way, a random stranger absentmindedly walking, almost circling, a house you were meant to guard would obviously raise suspicion. As if on cue, he heard the familiar buzz in his ear. "Change of plans boy, he's not in the house," came the man's voice, laced with a hint of annoyance. Azrael held back a groan and didn't say anything, expecting the man to tell him his target's new location. When an answer didn't come within the next three minutes, Azrael started increasing the distance between him and the mansion. "So, where is he?" he irritatedly asked after moments of silence. "If the spies were right, they said he was in the hospital just deeper into the city. Said he was testing something of his own there too," the boss answered. Azrael pulled out the phone and checked the new place, a hospital a few kilometers away from where he currently was. He started making his way towards it, not giving the man another reply as he headed towards his new coordinates. As the time drew closer, he could see several figures hiding in the dark while he glanced around. He could catch the thin whispers in the wind as they supposedly planned their moves, the grating of metal and the bang of a gunshot further away in the alleys. It felt like an army of devils just waiting to let their monsters free the minute the countdown ends. Then again, everyone in this world was born a monster in the first place. To him, that is. The rhythmic sound of footsteps following behind him raised a red flag that he was being tailed and a quick glance confirmed his thoughts as he saw the black-clothed shadows following him. He casually took a turn and entered one of the dark alleys, a risky moves with the number of heartless murderers probably concealed behind the dumpsters and the pillars. As he went deeper, the sounds of footsteps grew fainter until the two men were no longer there. Maybe they took a detour through a safer route or maybe they were reporting his wary behavior to the enemy. Whatever they were planning, Azrael didn't worry much for now. *WOOSH* His eyes slightly widened as he narrowly missed the blade that was thrown at him, sharply dodging it but still earning a slight scratch to his cheek, he looked towards the area from where it was thrown from to see some younger people snickering at each other, pointing their finger at him. "We got him," they chanted jokingly as Azrael heard another knife getting pulled out and probably aimed at him. Another attempt to hit him failed as he gripped the handle of the thrown knife and swiftly threw it back with utmost precision, earning a satisfying sound of gurgling and shocked gasps. A thump to the ground came soon after following the terrified screams, probably so loud they could be heard from a distance. Azrael let out a chuckle. "You [:O] are very impatient. The Purge isn't happening yet and already you're playing with fire?" he taunted as he stepped closer to the two teenagers who looked up at him like he was the angel of death himself. "But I don't blame you, a few early prey wouldn't hurt at all," he added evilly as he slit their throats with a quick slash, the two following their dead friend in a puddle of blood before they can cry out for help. Azrael threw the bloodied knife onto the ground before moving along, coming back to the streets. He came out clean, without a single blood stain on his clothes, and merged with the scarce number of people as if he hasn't just killed off three kids way before the Purge even began. He raised one hand to try and check for the scratch on his face, but he only felt smooth skin without any trace of scabbing. It really did heal that quickly. As he got closer to the inner part of the city, the number of people slightly increased and he bumped into civilians every now and then compared to the outskirts. The buildings also became more modernized, with shining glass replacing the cracking bricks. It's surprising to him how it all still stands even with the countless years of Purge that happened before that would have surely involve explosions at some point. After a few more minutes of walking, he reached the steps of the hospital. The incoming event didn't give the medical teams any reason to rest by the looks of it with the bustle going on in the building. Except for the barricades that are positioned at several areas, it looks like they were indifferent to the signal that was about to blast any minute now. "I can see why they'd choose to come here," he sighed as he slumped against the white walls outside, watching the doctors go in and out of the building, not dressed in their usual white coats but bulletproof vests over casual wear, which was a somewhat humorous yet nostalgic scene for him. As his attention was diverted for a bit he didn't realize the oncoming footsteps of the two men earlier and couldn't react quickly enough when one grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground. The doctors just outside the entrance looked at the two shocked and ran inside, screaming hysterics for god knows why. Azrael grimaced as this'll definitely alert the person probably in the basement. He groaned as he flicked the ring on his finger and sliced the man's arm, loosening the grip for him to bend his arm back and give more damage to their throat. Just as the second man approached him he kicked him as he got up and sent him flying a considerable distance before he heard the sound of breaking glass in the distance. He felt shocked at the surge of strength. When was he this strong? He used to be incapable of landing a decent punch. The usual alert in his ears greeted him once again. "The Purge hasn't even started and you're already letting loose? Keep it together boy," he heard. The boy's lips curved into a sinister smile as he pressed the button. "I'm pretty sure starting the party early would do no harm," he hummed in an unusually excited voice. He couldn't see it, but he could tell the man was smiling somewhere elsewhere as Azrael flipped into an entire different being. "What can I say, the stage is yours I guess," was the last sentence he heard before he busted through the hospital entrance, met with the shocked screams and instructions to attack. The alarms rang out through the city, a cry for help to some but a declaration of freedom for the insane ones. The police may be on the way as it's still not within the legal hours, or maybe the government just doesn't give a damn anymore. "Now where could that sneaky rat be?" he wondered out loud as he took a step forward. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 03/05/2022 03:24 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 03/05/2022 03:17 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 03/05/2022 01:18 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 02/05/2022 22:04 (3 Years ago) |
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Order type: Chibi Payment of choice: PD (and a few gems as tips) Reference of character: my boi Also keep note on the eyes: <3 Other: Just transparent please :3 Comments: Thank you! Let me know if anything's unclear about him ^^ [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 01/05/2022 02:40 (3 Years ago) |
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𝕬𝖟𝖗𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 » Nightmare (English cover) « 0:58 ─〇───── 2:50 ╔⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╗ "Oh, where has that little boy gone? Trampled over by the cruelness of the world, With no one to go to, He shook hands with the devil. ╚⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╝ He didn't respond to anything, not to the rare sound of the opening door and the incoming footsteps that followed after. He sat perfectly still, leaning against the white-padded walls, looking at the similarly designed floor. There was nothing much he could do anyway, with both his arms restrained, so he just sat there as the man kneeled down to look at him, the strong smell of white musk coming from him was enough to make him dizzy. There was the sound of metal clasps opening and he looked to see the man open the small box containing the needle and the vial of black liquid. He wasn't bothered by the menacing looking solution, since he'd been given the same thing everyday, for at least 10 years and nothing out of the ordinary ever happened to him, even though the identity of the liquid was unknown to him. He didn't put up any form as struggle as the needle pierced his skin and he was met with the usual searing sensation in his left arm. After the shot, the man tidied up his things and stood up, approaching the woman standing at the corner of the room. He heard their whispers as they spoke. No matter how quiet they were, his ears were still able to catch every single line, and the echo in the room made the job easier for him. "The Purge is happening soon," the man stated. As he took off his rubber gloves and disposed them in the nearby trash can. The woman gave a small nod in response. "Is the boss still going with the plan?" she asked, taking frequent glances at the boy, who met her gaze with his own bloody eyes. "I'm not so sure this will turn out well," she added worriedly. "Of course, you know how he is. Once he sets something he isn't going to change it, no matter how ludicrous it is," he sighed. "He wanted to finally test the serum and get rid of his enemy while he's at it. It's not like he'd be there to witness the terror this monster is capable of brewing," he grumbled. The woman let out her own sigh in response. "Whatever, let's just get him ready and get this over with," she mumbled as she approached the sitting boy. "Stand up," she simply ordered. She had already expected him to follow, just as with the other subjects around him. And he did stand up, obeying her instructions but keeping his eyes to the ground. The man opened the door and they both got out the room. He didn't need any instructions, he followed behind them. The minute he set foot out of the boundaries of his door, he could already feel the ends of the guns pointed at him if he attempted anything. He's never been outside the room, conscious that is, so the corridors was a new sight for him after a few years. He looked around at the windows, showing the barren land and the tall building beyond, where the city resided. While most who had been locked up for a long time would look in awe, he felt nothing, just blankly staring at the outside world through the glass pane. They entered another room of what appeared to be a study, with books lining up one side of the wall and a huge screen on the other. A man in a black suit sat comfortably on his desk, his golden eyes looking at the newcomers, especially the boy. "Ah, yes. Azrael Leviathan. This must be the first time outside your room?" he started. While he spoke, he could feel the restraints on his arm being opened and soon he could actually move them, looking at the scars the tight bindings had left. He felt a jab to his back with the barrel of the gun that was aimed at him. "Answer," came the command. He willed himself to speak, letting out his voice after keeping quiet for so long wasn't easy. His throat was dry and his response came out like a croak. "Yes," he stated. He fought back the urge to cough after saying just one word but he couldn't stop one from escaping his mouth, which he quickly covered with his free arm. "You must be wondering why you're here. As you know, the Purge is happening in soon, in just a few hours I believe. I have a task for you. So..." he rambled on, of which Azrael didn't pay attention to. He bet it was something money related, seeing the position the man was in, and he couldn't care less. He'd never followed any of the previous Purge as he stayed locked up in that white room but whispers of what the event was leaked from the usual guard chats outside the door. Hours of chaos and destruction, where nothing is illegal, a bloodbath that imitates a glimpse into hell itself. He let out a sigh as the man strung out long sentences from his mouth, growing annoyed at the story he was spurting. "Look, I don't care about you boring backstory so skip to the point," he grumbled, his husky voice surprising the man as he had the guts to interrupt him. The jab of the barrel came again and the guards behind him was about to scold him before the 'boss' raised a finger to silence them. "Point is, you're the only one who'd survive the trials of the serums so far and that makes you one of our strongest assets yet. You may not know this, but your body has already developed some sort of instant healing. Though, this doesn't mean your previous sickness is cured You'll still have to be wary of going under the sun, but your healing and strength has probably amplified over the past 10 years you've been here," he explained. Azrael looked at him, uninterested in all of that. His raised eyebrow told the man he just wanted to know the details of his task, which the man met with a smirk. "I have someone I need to get rid of in the city, and the upcoming Purge is the best time to do it. We're going to see how well the serum actually works, so I'm sending you off to kill him on your own. It'll be far more efficient than sending almost half of my people without your attributes," he finally outlined the plan. "If you do your task properly, you'll be granted freedom from this facility," he added. "And if I fail?" Azrael asked. By fail, he included if he decided to turn against them. The man stood up and looked at him directly in the eye. "A failed mission means nothing but death, of course," he stated, trying to act all scary, but it had no effect on the boy. He stood up straight afterward, fixing his suit. "Anyway, you better get going now or you'll be late for the grand event," he waved him off, turning his back to him. Azrael was then dragged out of the room, glaring at the man with hostility. [TIMESKIP TO ARRIVING AT THE CITY] Azrael leaned against the brick wall of the alley, looking at the huge mansion before him in the shadows of the tall buildings. His hoodie pulled up to cover most of his face, the black color blending into the dark. The roads were quite empty, as if everyone had hid into their houses to try and escape the inevitable destruction that will ensue. He looked down at the watch he was given. The time was coming, he readied his knives. As much as he wanted to run, the planted tracker in him would immediately notify the boss and he was too lazy to create a chase he'd definitely lose. He decided to sharpen his knives while waiting for the hours to tick by. "You might as well walk around," a voice buzzed into his ears. He pressed the button on the earpiece. "Why would I bother to waste energy walking around?" he groaned. "Hello, silly boy, you're dealing a rich man here. There are guards scouring the area all the time. Staying in one point is risky," the voice said sarcastically, making Azrael let out a silent hiss. "Just try to act normal. Look around, it's your first time outside after years, is it not? Enjoy the freedom a little," he added before the earpiece went silent with a beep, implying he cut the connection. Azrael sighed as he walked away from the safety of the dark, feeling the sunrays bouncing off his black hoodie. Him walking around with such dark wear could already raise suspicion but he didn't care. He started wandering aimlessly, staying close to the targeted building as possible. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 01/05/2022 00:13 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 01/05/2022 00:07 (3 Years ago) |
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Birthday ploosh please ^^ [Read more] |