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    it was honestly jarring, the fact that blood did not frighten him as it once did. perhaps it was something in which came with being a member of his home for so long that had caused him to become numb to the crimson rivers that flowed throughout their territories- or, more likely, he was simply allowing a little more demon to slip through his strictly mortal habits. he shoved the thought away swiftly, as now was no time to reflect on self-tragedies. hypokrisis sat next to the bloodied river, having collected paint brushes and filled buckets with blood. this was to be a face painting booth- a bit morbid, but it stuck to red god tradition to paint those within blood clan's paint with the very liquid they were named for. "Come here for body painting," hypokrisis announced, his voice, however, was becoming worn. all of this yelling wasn't meant for someone who was so naturally quiet.



    Blood had never bothered Barbara. In fact, she quite liked it. It was a normal, natural thing, after all. It was something that coursed through everyone's veins. Sometimes it just... came out. Sometimes a lot of it came out. That was when she liked it the most - when it stained her paws and the white sands of the desert. It had a bit of an... unusual smell, but it was a smell she liked nonetheless. It made her think of stress-relieving murders and tortures, of how much better she felt when she had another's blood pooling at her paws. Plus, it was pretty cool looking - a lovely, thick crimson color.


    However, Barb was not religious. She had thought Bloodclan's Red God to he bullshit from the start, but she had to keep mostly-quiet about her opinions now that she was leader. If there was some sort of angry, Red God-fueled uproar from her clanmates due to a rude comment of hers, it could end badly. She wouldn't participate in most of their pointless activities, but body painting with blood? It sounded pretty badass. So, soon after she heard Hypokrisis's call, she was making her way over, observing his buckets and paintbrushes quietly. She was glad to see that he was carrying out with the Red God worship stuff as he said he had, as otherwise it definitely wouldn't get done. "Hey, Skeletor" she greeted, her attention turning to the fragile boy. She always poked fun at the younger male's sickly appearance, but it really didn't mean anything. Though, he didn't look too good. Maybe she'd make him a sandwich. "This is for your Red God shit, right?"


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    This reminds her of something, and she's drawn over to the scene almost immediately, beyond excited about the idea of having blood painted on her. It makes her feel powerful, as if her height doesn't (five feet is incredibly tall, but apparently not what she's looking for). It's obvious that she's interested by the look on her face — there's also the fact that her orange gaze is fixated upon the buckets filled with the crimson substance she's all too familiar with. She has a lot of blood on her hands.


    The canine takes a seat by Barbie, not saying anything for the time being and instead offering both a smile in greeting. This friendly nature is rather unlike her, but she has decided to give it a try.

    Still a bit salty about the Red Got not being any help to him with the shit going through his brain - but, hey, he still believed in the damn thing, apparently - the hellhound grumbled incoherently to himself as he took a seat for his nephew's... priest thing. Ximen was vaguely interested in this red god bullshit, but mostly because it was weird; he doubted the Red God gave them power of any sort.

    religion was not a concept kao fully grasped, truthfully. they knew that some existed, some more than others, but they were terrible at remembering traditions and laws under those beliefs. for so long kaonashi only knew existence despite originating from hell's fires. along the way they began using their powers for the benefit of not only themself, but growing into others as well. originally taking in the tainted souls and condemning them to hell was their original purpose. it was all they had known for, well, since the beginning of their creation. then they learned of civilization and its other factors. how the hurt from others effected them.it had taken some time to perfect the skill, but kaonashi had successfully found an extension to their purpose. to help. odd, coming from such a hellish creature, but nature never followed a script.


    hearing of this 'red god' was no different than all the other gods they had heard of throughout their life. ones of many origins, and even many more forgotten with its remnants buried underneath oceans or deserts. curiosity had brought them to the nile, though. it was the presence of something similar to malkyn that had them following her trail, and their attention expanding to the entire situation occurring in front of them. something about the red god, apparently.

    Skeletor?


    hypokrisis couldn't help but find amusement in the other's words, a smile of genuine nature playing across parsley lips at his leader's antics. barbra's rank had indeed changed, but her persona had not- that was a good thing."Well if it isn't our brave and tactless leader," he jested, tone light. honestly, as if barbra even cared for tact or any member of his home's residence for that matter. not even that of hypokrisis, who was perhaps one of the most kind within blood clan's ranks. for the priest was indeed gentle, but meek or capable of keeping stray thoughts to himself was definitely not words that could be used to describe him- especially considering his outbursts of emotion when he was hurting. "And yes, this is body paint with blood in honor of the red god," hypokrisis explained, sighing at the other's phrasing of "red god shit".


    there was a severe lack of faith within blood clan's ranks, even the priest himself wasn't devoted to the red god like that of a sheep being herded by a shepherd as he was supposed to be. it wasn't that he did not believe in his existence- no, far from it. he was a demon after all, how far stretched could a god be? it was rather the fact hypokrisis knew there were others who walked the stars with claim to godly rank, and he didn't really see what made the red god so special. but the spirits were quite fond of him, whether he liked it or not, and he was stickler for traditions- so perhaps he was a blasphemous priest, he was carrying out events such as this wasn't he?


    "Would you be interested in body paint barbra?," hypokrisis inquired coyly. his gaze was then shifted towards sola- he remembered her. she was one of those who'd been protecting him with the whole incident upon the border. they never actually had the chance to speak without others yelling threats through gritted teeth since that moment in time. "It's nice to see you again," hypokrisis noted, looking to the other with an exhausted sort of smile, "I suppose now is the time to properly thank you?" he didn't wish to stir up bad memories with barbra, however. that was like kicking a hornets nest. next was ximen- a being who disliked the red god but still seemed interested in the idea and following in suit was no-face.