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Comfygazing OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 767  |
Posted: Thu, 24/02/2022 08:50 (3 Years ago) |
 He squeaked when a lithe almost fairy like dragon rammed into him. She had been fluttering so fast that he didn't have any time to move away, but it didn't matter as he stood his ground against the tiny terror. Even without his ability it wasn't hard to simply let the impact sink into his large body and disperse the energy, his study scales and voluminous fur soaking it in. Really, it kind of felt like running into a wall and Pitaya took a little moment to simply fret over the delicate looking fae. He really hoped that he hadn't hurt her in any way and a low inquisitive rumble showed no visible injuries He was about to let the other leave without any fuss, not wanting to talk with anyone but the heavy drag of luggage had him thinking twice. "Umm..." He stammered, voice surprisingly soft for someone as large and bulky as he was. "Do... you want some help with that?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 24/02/2022 07:07 (3 Years ago) |
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Pitaya's breaths came out in ragged pants as he stood frozen in the elevator. The young dragon was terrified out of his mind, trembling as the garbled images he could feel flashed past his sightless eyes. This was exactly why he hated flying so much, the simultaneous overload and absence of information frightening him to the core. His father, a kindly nature dragon stood beside him, long prehensile tail gently draped over Pitaya's shoulder in a comforting manner as they both braved the rocky elevator. The moment his father gave the go ahead, Pitaya shot out of the elevator and splayed on the ground. He couldn't care any less about the looks he was given, he was never ever ever getting off the ground ever again. He didn't even notice when his father said his goodbyes, too busy re-acquainting himself with the fresh scent of soil and flowers. Things were still loud, however and he scrunched his snout at the myriad of scents and sounds that bombarded his sensitive senses. Still, he dragged himself up onto his feet and made his way to his dorm. He wasn't really a social dragon so he expertly dodged any and all attempts others did to make conversation with [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 22/02/2022 10:39 (3 Years ago) |
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Tsukoyomi Character name: Pitaya Gender: Agender [He/Him] Element: Earth/Plant Hybrid Appearance:  With fur that almost seems crafted from of the clouds, many are surprised to learn that Pitaya is not a wind dragon. The various gems embedded into his skin betrays his earth dragon status but his plant dragon status blindsides many. The petal like patterning down his flank and butterfly wings are the only markers of such powers, his honeydew colouration a perfect blend between his two heritages. Pale pink scales cluster around his most sensitive areas, namely the bottom of his feet, the roots of his wings, and the base of his four horns. His sightless brown eyes are clustered with sparkling stones Personality: Soft spoken and a bit shy. Pitaya doesn't like to cause trouble or draw attention to himself. He can come off as a little apathetic as there are many things that he can not relate to and emotions don't come easy to him. He much prefers the company of plants over other dragons but he is fiercely protective to those he cares about. In those cases, he can be self-sacrificial to a fault and has a bit of a martyr complex Abilities: Center of the World From the bottom of his feet, roots sturdy enough to ground Pitaya and make him virtually immovable sprout. Using these roots, he can gather nutrients from the soil and heal himself at the expense of killing most plant life around him. He can not use these roots on anyone but himself and he can use them to grow plants though he can not grow plants and heal himself at the same time Earth's Emissary Much like Toph from TLA, Pitaya can use the vibrations traveling through the ground to "see". In addition, he can communicate with plant life. However, he can only listen to the plants that he personally grows and can only "see" as far as the vibrations allow him to Palpad?: Wynaut Password: Chicken Nuggets Other: Has severe acrophobia and prefers to walk everywhere instead [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 13/02/2022 22:55 (3 Years ago) |
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He couldn't bare to watch what was going on, each theatrical scream wrenching open a new wound in San's fragile heart. He almost wanted to look away, the metal chair sparking an unpleasant curl in his stomach, but he was also utterly transfixed by the scene. There was something beautiful in the haze of black and splatter of red, an artistry behind the gruesome destruction and death that had long since been a daily part of his life. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 10/02/2022 08:38 (3 Years ago) |
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Dragging his feet past the library, Jules honestly looked like some dementor if one ignored the gold detailing on his robes. His already pale complexion looked sallow, burying himself in old texts and ancient accounts in an effort to link the recent killing with any past calling cards. Even with makeup that seemed to find a permanent residence on his face when before it had been used sparingly, the whole situation was at the very least stressful for the Head Boy. As one of the better Charms students, he had taken to tutoring many of the first years in dueling and defensive spells. It was honestly a job he had never considered and actually experiencing it only solidified the idea that he wasn't cut out to be a teacher. He just, didn't like the reminder that how he first learned magic. So instead, he distanced himself. He dug into archives and threw his weight around to access records that were only accessible to people with a feared name could only attain. It never felt good to use his family name like that but people expected a villain. He had pretended to be worse before, he could play the bad guy for a bit if it meant getting what he needed. But so far his search had yielded nothing. Sure there was plenty of new charms that he learned and was itching to try out but nothing in terms of any dark lord mention. It was frustrating at best but still he slipped into the library and wandered over to his usual desk, hidden away near the forbidden section and surrounded by tomes and papers of all kinds. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 09/02/2022 21:26 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 09/02/2022 09:41 (3 Years ago) |
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A part of him missed being able to talk, missed the ability to heckle and pull scientists away from others and instead focus on him alone. Missed the soft noises he would make that brought comfort to his children in times where such luxuries were to be treasured and held close, the one memory never to be given up. The velvet meows his collar helped produce were mechanical and stilted in comparison to the litany of voices that he had once made. But even that had been taken from him along with his pockets of weaponry and medication. San loathed to think what would happen if he was taken away from his pills as his arteries held more drugs than blood at this point. He wasn't ready to pass on just yet [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 07/02/2022 02:30 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 06/02/2022 08:35 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 06/02/2022 02:48 (3 Years ago) |
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When he was nearly thrown out of the android's arms though, he sure didn't feel very thankful, claws digging into false skin and a yowl of indignation bubbling in his chest. At least the impact had his eyes flying open as he took in the scenery. Which.... wasn't all that interesting actually. Just a lot of hostility and guns. He had to resist pouting at that. He was hoping for a change of pace but it really wasn't anything different from his daily routine. Glancing up, he watched the rounded harshness that defined Erin's synthetic appearance and settled into her arms again. Some part of him warned that she was dangerous, that her embrace was cold and phantom pains of old spars was all the proof that he needed. But he was simply too tired to move, curling up into a shapeless black lump with no discernible head or tail. One eye cracked open at the breathy call of a familiar name. Grey. That was Grey and there was a painful twist in his chest at that. Why would Grey remember someone like Erin and not him? Was he really that forgettable or was his feeble promise to a long gone ghost not enough to keep anyone tethered to him? Pressing his ears against his head, he buried his face into Erin's arms and squeezed his eyes shut, intent on keeping the pain at bay. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 04/02/2022 07:21 (3 Years ago) |
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Blinking mulishly up at Dantier, San opened his mouth and presumably would have meowed if he had the vocal chords for it. Hauling himself to his feet, he dragged himself over to the messy pile of clothes and bindings and wriggled under the mess of fabric. It was always best to transform within the clothes had left behind, having some control over how his limbs reformed so he could still haphazardly stick himself into clothes. Once snugly situated, San sunk his claws into the rough material, squeezed his eyes shut, and waited He didn't have to wait long as the telltale itch under his paws heralded the beginning. He didn't really know why it always started with his hands, perhaps it was to get himself out of danger and quickly as possible. Slender fingers grew along with the bone, joints popping as digitigrade limbs made way for flexible wrists and opposable thumbs. Even his feet weren't spared, bones growing rapidly to give him almost human like proportions. He was lucky that he was shorter than most people his age, saving him a lot of pain from the rapidly growing limbs. An awful crack rang out, muted by the clothes as San's jaw slammed against the ground, face twisting as the bones shifted around to smooth out his features. His abdomen churned as muscles and organs fought for a space within the rapidly growing cavity, his body arching violently as his spine broke and grew to give more room for the grotesque growth. By the time the plane was beginning to descend, there was a mostly human San sprawled out on the floor, breathing heavily as he pulled himself towards a darker corner, the one place where an absence of a scent drew him towards an android He didn't make it far before his head jerked to the side, neck snapping with a sickening whimper Lifeless red eyes stared uncomprehendingly at the darkness, meeting a few stunned faces before his limbs twitched again as empty eyes rolled behind his head. One arm contorted in unnatural angles, bones snapping and breaking under the pressure as San's whole body seemed to curl up on itself in a mess of jutting limbs and silent screams. Transformations were always exhausting as it took up too much calories and resources to break enough bones and reposition muscles, leaving the subject exhausted after one use, nearly killing them after two. The muffled squelch of contracted muscles and tangled up blood vessels was enough for others to understand that fact. It sounded as if everything was breaking too fast and too hard, San's body struggling to retain its form as the inhuman mass writhed over the metal floors. The faint scent of iron wafted up once the aircraft rolled to a stop and under the mess of clothing nothing moved. In the space between stifling silence and bright blinding lights, there was an almost tense silence before the flood of white broke it, obscuring the dart of black fur that shot out from the pile of clothes to collapse in the lap of a still re-booting system [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 03/02/2022 00:56 (3 Years ago) |
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See, one must remember that the Cat that is San and San who is the Cat is not always one and the same. Sometimes the Cat dictates its movement and other times it is San who takes control. Other times it is both and it is neither, simply moving along with the whims of whatever goes on within the scrambled mind a genetically modified experiment stuffed into the illusory body of a cat. And sometimes eating chalk was the result of such a struggle for control. Glancing back at the chalkboard that was being passed around, San had an inkling as to what exactly they were doing but he couldn't really be bothered to transform back and write on it. Everything was simpler as a cat anyways so he curled up where he was, ignoring the flaring pain in his joints as he did so. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 02/02/2022 05:46 (3 Years ago) |
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When it was clear that there was no recognition in Grey's eyes, San let out a low wail, thin frame shaking despite the silent grief. Though there was certainly anger and betrayal making his face screw up in pain, the only thing San could think of was how cruel the world must be to take away someone else's memories of him. At the call of his name, his ears perked up and almost like a child, he whirled around to meet whoever had called for him. When a familiar face littered with unfamiliar scars proved to be the source of the beckon, San's face seemed to light up and he immediately bounded over. A sickly procession of cracks joined in symphony with Andrea as San's form seemed to disappear before a sleek black cat slipped out from the pile of clothes and loose bindings to land on Dantier's lap. Immediately, velveteen paws found purchase on Dantier's shoulders and a leathery tongue laved over him, washing wherever he could. His purring could be physically felt even if it was nothing but vibrations, shaking the cat's body as he expressed both his elation and sorrow at the unexpected reunion [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 02/02/2022 05:04 (3 Years ago) |
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Bowing his head, San let himself silently grieve over the reunion that was never supposed to happen. He could almost tune out the conversation but still these painfully familiar voices washed over him like pins and needles. They were supposed to be safe, they shouldn't be here. He said as much, message encoded in the dull thumps of his tail against the metal floor [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 01/02/2022 19:31 (3 Years ago) |
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As usual he had leapt out of the aircraft and rained hell upon anyone unlucky enough to be caught on his crossfire. From experience, he should have only fractured his fibula and thigh, having broken an ankle at worst. So why was there a roar of agony licking all the way up to his waist, the pain crushing the familiar blank headspace where nothing but orders mattered into an obsolete memory that faded with every pulse of suffering? Even the slight bounce that accompanied his every step, courtesy of his very feline legs had him biting his lip to muffle any ragged noises. Out in the distance, he could see a flicker of blue and San eagerly bounded over, muzzle flashing as bodies fell in his wake. His headspace was creeping back in and it frustrated San to no end that his escape was so close but yet he couldn't fall into the familiar numbness that S48A2N5 provided. Sliding into the shield, San allowed himself to crumple on the ground, heavy wheezing rattling his chest. He could feel frantic hands press all over his body but all he could think about was breathing through the waves of flaring agony that ran up and down his legs. He could almost feel the bone saw digging into his knee cap, popping the cartilage off and replacing it with something foreign, something familiar. There was a firm pressure against his thigh and instinctively, San thrashed under the unwanted touch. He had been good, right? He hadn't fought back and everyone had followed all the rules. Sannie didn't like it when the people in white hurt him. It wasn't fun and everything would hurt afterwards. But Sannie only got hurt when he had been bad. So why was Sannie getting hurt? Why why whywhywhwywhy A shrill scream snapped him out of his spiraling headspace as he sat up with a gasp. Everything was quiet. Much too quiet. Red eyes took in the oddly empty battlefield, the only signs of life being the small faction of his family huddled around him. Whipping around, he looked his family in the eye before positioning both lateral L hands before hook them together in an almost frantic motion. When the others looked hesitant, Sans lips curled back, not even needing to sign as his barred fangs said all that was needed. As fast as they could, his rag-tag family fled towards the nearby woods that would lead away from the battlefield. San's gun had long since been abandoned though the parts for a second one were still stored on the various pouches strapped to his lithe body. With deft hands, he freed his ears and tail from their bindings, letting the appendages perk up and survey the landscape. It appeared safe enough with no signs of activity, but one could never let their guard down during war. He was proven right when the soft crunch of gravel had him ducking quickly, legs lashing out to dig the heel of his foot right under his assailant's kneecap. A soft grunt was his reward as San flipped around, dexterous tail whipping up to curl around the enemies neck as San landed heavily on padded shoulders, slender thighs joining his tail in choking the fight out of his opponent. Claws joined in the fray, gouging into any exposed skin but San was soon knocked off his opponent when his head was unceremoniously yanked backwards, spine cracking audibly. His mouth fell open as pain radiated from multiple spots on his body, mind scrambled from the agonizing wounds, both physical and mental. His screams were soundless even without the damp rag shoved over his mouth and nose, limbs twitching involuntarily as his eyes rolled backwards. He didn't need the sickly sweat chloroform to fall unconscious, the silence of his turmoil ridden mind a merciful reprice from the haunting terrors. He almost expected to not wake up Everything hurt When he did wake up, it was to blissful darkness and blinding pain. The bedding surrounding him was rough and coarse, understandable considering that the institution never liked spending more money than needed. It also reeked of dirt and blood, something that made his nose twitch. There were also others. They had familiar scents, some more nostalgic than others. He wasn't sure what to make of such a situation and just as he was starting to convince himself to open his eyes when someone screamed not only startling him but making him flinch as well, sensitive ears pressed tightly to his head. "Where are you! Come out cowards! I'll kill you for this!" Quickly clamping his hands over his mouth to muffle any terrified sobs, an instinctual action born when he had once had a voice to sob with, San froze when his hands didn't do as they were told. There was something restraining him and his panicked confusion only grew, tugging on his bindings almost desperately. The smells that had once been nostalgic and somewhat familiar were now frightening and foreign as soundless whines spilled over his lips, eyes still squeezed shut as if the nightmare would go away if he didn't acknowledge it. Each mode of communication had been taken from him and he was effectively soundless in a room full of danger. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 01/02/2022 01:53 (3 Years ago) |
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"Not when there's still things to be done." He murmured. From his place in the room, he could already hear some of the students whisper their misgivings about learning how to duel. He couldn't help but agree. Dueling was archaic and usually was a big hit with the Gryfindors what with their shows of bravery through duels. Jules held no love for the sport as it never seemed fun or productive. Sure he could practice his spells but what use did he have for that when he would stow his wand away for good? Still, it had been Professor Sprout's message for him to make sure people behaved so work he would to assuage the worries of the rightfully scared student body. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 31/01/2022 21:54 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 31/01/2022 19:31 (3 Years ago) |
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It was so easy to simply hold a finger over the trigger and let the bursts of bullets spit out from the barrel, soldiers falling like marionettes. Something splattered over its face and it payed no mind, only whipping around and letting another burst of lights block out whatever destruction was waiting. It was a mindless task, items not needing to think. Simply to do as they're told and to fire. There was nothing beautiful nor glorious in dancing amongst the dead, padded bare feet stepping on broken bones and empty shells. "Sannie, come back please. We need help." It was ever moving. Never staying still enough for bullets to bury into fur and flesh. It was as it should be, ever flowing as blood tended to do on a hopeless battlefield. There was a never ending red accompanying the shower of bullets, hailing a bleak future for both sides. Under a nest of hairpins and fabric, the delicate skin of a sensitive ear pinched by various clips and comms twitched. An order had been received and it would be heeded. Digitigrade legs skidded against the copper dust, claws scoring deep grooves as it turned on its heel and looped towards the source of the order, leaving behind an empty battlefield. A sensitive nose scented the air for the familiar taste of family and it followed the sense of safety and assurance it provided. It was a black blur, blowing past warring sides as fractured bones screamed in protest against the strain yet continued to push the creature towards its destination. There in the distance, a flicker of blue drew in the eye of anyone who looked, a helpless situation in an already dreadful environment. A hand mechanically clicked the settings on its weapon from Burst to Automatic before its arm lifted and blood painted the outside of the wavering shield. Its body twisted and bent in odd angles as it slipped through the throng of enemies to slid beside wounded allies. In a seamless movement, the clawed hand that didn't have a finger glued to the trigger came up to snap off one of the various rows of pouches strapped onto its body, digging into another pocket to reload the gun. As the chaos began to wind down around them, it spared a glance for the group it was protecting. White and red streaked across the mundane armor that they all wore, nothing separating them from the other. But still, they smelled of safety and it lifted one finger to point and the dense forests. They would lead away from the battlefield and the others understood it, picking up the discarded belt of pouches containing a small array of medical supplies. "They're asking for you." One of them whispered, gently tugging on its tail still wrapped firmly around its waist. "Don't get decommissioned. Please." It frowned at that. Did it slip enough that it could no longer be controlled? No, items didn't think. There was nothing to think about, nothing to feel. Paving over the worry that claws his way past the fog, it simply carded gentle claws through blood matted hair before looping away on light legs and an ever lighter body. One look back had it catching a glimpse of its family disappearing into the black trees, supporting one another as they fled from the destruction. It couldn't stop the relief that crashed over it as a path towards Blue's base was carved by a shapeless black blur, death sweeping through the ranks [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 31/01/2022 03:43 (3 Years ago) |
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"Not anymore than that beast had." He answered [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 31/01/2022 00:43 (3 Years ago) |
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