TEETH GROUND SHARP — VISITOR?

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    It approached the border, its shadow produced from the beating sun stretched far and wide across the land. It's pawsteps were thunderous, and it was impossible to miss if you were close by. A large snuffle was emitted from the creature's nose, as it scented out the border, and possibly its next victims. Was it a demon? A carnivorous T-rex? No, it was none of those things. It was a hellhound, with burly muscles and man-eating canines. It had glowing amber eyes that could be compared to the embers of a raging fire. It looked menacing and terrifying, as if it could swallow you whole in a matter of seconds.


    He flopped onto his stomach, exhaling slowly and lazily.


    It—He resembled a domestic dog, a Rottweiler, to be exact. He wasn't much of a stereotypical hellhound, surrounded by wavy shadows and equipped with beady eyes. His ears were flopped over, his tail long and trailing behind him. Dangling from his spiked collar was a name tag. It said nothing but the word "Cuddles" on it. Whether someone had attached it as a joke or not was a mystery. It certainly seemed unfitting for a beast such as he.


    The hellhound remained laying on his stomach, his head resting on the sands below, and he quickly shut his eyes. It seemed that he was tuckered out from the journey here. He had no idea where he was, nor did he care. He just wanted to sleep.


    TAGS

    somebody?


    Somebody had seen plenty of feral beasts in his life. The dragons that lived in his old gang’s forest had been some of the worst, but as scary as those had been, he had to admit, there were also some wild creatures in the clans. The main difference between them, of course, was that all of the beasts he had seen in the clans were sentient, and he could simply chat with them rather than, well, fighting them on sight. It made things a lot easier. He’d been good at it, but he hated fighting things that were bigger than him.


    Because of this, and because he figured the giant thing could talk, Somebody felt no need to attack when he saw the rhino-sized hellhound before him. Aside from being massive and all, it seemed quite harmless as far as he was concerned. The Doberman hesitated. Was it sleeping? And, if so, was there any chance it would kill him for waking it up? Eh, it was on the Sanguine Ruins territory, so he supposed he was supposed to ask what the hell it was there for. ”Hey man, what are ya in the Ruins for? Doesn’t seem like that great of a nap spot.”



    (c)trexgirl


    creature forged of moonflesh and honeycomb has bore witness to many foreboding beings within his life span. gods of gold and rage and red who spat blood and bitter lacking sweet within trembling breaths and warriors capable of slicing through flesh with gentle swoop of nonchalance baring switchblade smiles filled with thorns- and this was indeed one which was on this very list.


    large, imposing, forged of endless voids and shadows caressing cobble stones within crevesses of deep night. hypokrisis, however, stood unafraid- just as he always did. even as one so lithe and doll-like in build, he never found wariness at sights of such powerful beasts. perhaps it had something to do with finding humanity within monsters' eyes, or having stood before god of hate unyielding. either or, there was one thing which hypokrisis had never seen present before.


    too pale king stepped forward, utterly grave within wake as gentle thunderstorms filled claw beds to brim, unquaking in there way, touched in concern. crackerjack was already attempting to awaken sleeping hurricane, but hypokrisis took instant note of inscribed collar. "...cuddles?," it came more as a question, face furrowed in slightest confusion. was this some kind of joke? "Perhaps we should fetch him some water, he may have passed out from borderline heatstroke or dehydration," he suggested, still attempting to process aforementioned idea of their friend cuddles.



    Funny enough, Mingan also happened to have a spiked collar. After retrieving it and a book from her old Thunderlands home in the territory, she had slipped it on and had been wearing it ever since. It felt nice and snug, a good representation of her true intentions which no one besides the Thunderlands knew about.


    Hearing the last part of Hypokrisis's sentence, she arrived at the scene, and when she got close to the sleeping hellhound--which resembled her brother, a little--she conjured up a small bowl of water and pushed it towards him. "There. He could also just be tired. But...I assume dehydration is common around here." It was a desert, after all.

    IT'S GONNA GO DOWN IN FLAMES & TAGS

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ —That was a beast for sure. So, he was probably dangerous. Or, so she figured. Thus, the girl came over and took a spot near Hypo. Eyes on the stranger and head lowered a bit. He was calm, relaxed almost. Thus, she had no issue being here. Slowly, she took a sea.t and watched silently.

    "speaking"



    "Everyone wants to play fetch," the third tier sighed as he joined the crowd. Yet another canine was here, but he was a bit different from the other joiners. He didn't seems to care much about anything, ready to fall asleep on them. His head tilted as he listened to everyone discuss the situation. Oh, did Hypokrisis said the thing's name was Cuddles? Really? Well, he couldn't complain though because his mother had the audacity to think he should be called Friedrice (actually, not really, she only went as far as Friedkit). Not complaining about that either though. "If the name is Cuddles, shouldn't we like cuddle him up with some bone blankets and then whack him up with bones for kisses? I mean, that's what happens during cuddling, right?"

    ❝ CONGRATULATIONS ❞ sleeping? way out here, far from the oasis, the palm trees, or even the pyramids? they haven't seen something like that before. poor thing must be exhausted. "ah, cute." frisk limps onto the scene, peering out towards the slumbering canine. words are flung back and forth, back and forth, somewhere a name is uttered. cuddles. his name is cuddles? that's— "cute!" they press again with more enthusiam, watching mingan push the bowl of water forward. now they're just a little bit more curious regarding the beast, stepping in beside somebody to see him better and wow, he's huge! somewhere behind them they hear jack and they turn back around to look at him because the stuff that just came out of his mouth made no sense what-so-ever. they aren't even sure if that was a jab at his name or a legitimate question. "what?"

    GAMEOVER


    "Cuddles." The name dripped off the demon fox's tongue, slathered in amusement. It even brought the faint hint of a smile to her face. And look at him, who wouldn't want to cuddle up next to the big, bad Rottweiler. Rottweilers got a bad rap anyhow, not as bad at pit bulls, but that was a case for a whole other discussion. "Should we wake him up?" The canine was certainly a stranger, she doesn't believe she's seen a dog like him around camp before. They had two dobermans which looked like the dude, but were sleeker and had pointed ears.



    (c)trexgirl





    LAVENDERWISH

    ❝My hands are not clean but they can still carry you home❞

    TAGS & PLOT ☆彡cuteee!! he parrots what frisk says, but he doesn't mean to. indeed, cuddles was quite cute! playing with hellhounds had been a literal pasttime back home, so he wasn't phased at all. he wondered if this one had an owner or something, or if he talked, and wasn't feral. but, the feral ones were so much fun! he wondered, too, if this one knew fetch. heya, wake up! he'd chirp, and attempt to continuously poke the beast, will little regard to his well being.