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    the witch doctor still has a lot to learn about life in the clans. he was not born into this society- was not meant to exist amongst these people. no, the witch doctor had climbed forth from the pits of death and illness to torture the mountain villages, give their children nightmares and haunt even the most powerful of warriors. in the early parts of his life, the witch doctor had enjoyed the taste of the living, enjoyed the thrill of the hunt as he chased the children through his home in the nearby woods. it was in his birth place that the witch doctor had been given his name for the beast had never gotten to choose. it had been chosen by those fearful, those who needed to have at least a name for the creature that haunted their memories and chased their children. in such a way, he figured he could thank them for his name and yet, the urban legend could not find it within himself to do so.


    shadow veil, despite not being his birthplace, is quickly becoming his home. he has never truly felt in place somewhere and yet, he's beginning to feel like he might finally be able to pretend he could exist with the people here. he still feels the pull- the desire to hunt those that are blessed with pure life when his own existence is so chaotic. however, he has found people to help him- to comfort him- in his transition into his new life. no matter how comfortable he feels, the witch doctor still worries that he is not good enough- that he exists solely as a reminder of the death that comes to everyone inevitably.


    the recent wars have given the witch doctor a way in, as he sees it. his top priority was the brigade but for the time being, he knows that they are already haunted enough and so he focuses on another group of interest, the exiles. he has been at work searching for someone to target and it had taken lots of time to find the perfect moment. it was not until he had come across the name of an individual- a person of ranking in the exiles- that the witch doctor had desired to truly take on one mind to begin with.


    on silent hooves, the hellish creature had made his way through the exiles, a towering beast of bones and rotting flesh. he is utterly silent, the only odd noise one of bones clattering softly. he smells of rotting dead fall and something else- something uncomfortable in its nature. the antlered fiend does not stop, flickering into invisibility as he wanders closer to his target and to the rest of the exiles. the witch doctor is not known as a fighter, but his stealth is something he prides himself in. as eye-less gaze lands upon a sleeping form and the beast halts a distance away. he closes his eyes and his form nearly disappears into the tall trees as he slinks into pyrr's memories.


    --


    when he steps into the mind of the other, he takes a moment to listen carefully- to watch the images that appear within the others' mind. he sees images, images of family and of bloodshed and all sorts of things. he can not yet read the aura that resides here, having not found the fellow within his own dream yet, but he has enough information to go off so that he can wreak havoc upon this enemy. he can, however, feel the presence approaching- likely wandering through his own dream and the witch doctor moves into position, standing in all of his horrific might in a clearing that he has conjured. there's fog, bountiful, and another figure stands beside him, dead in the eyes. he has hoped that he has mimicked the brother that pyrr misses- that he has started the illusion in succession.


    and now he wait.


    [ooc: okey so for now witch has appeared in pyrr's dreams and conjured up an image of his brother who is now standing beside him to really give pyrr the "what the hell" vibe!! he's just waiting for pyrr to approach and then will go into it!! PYRRHIC-SANG ]

    SOMETIMES I'M TERRIFIED OF MY HEART

    ☾・゚. —— OF IT'S CONSTANT HUNGER FOR WHATEVER IT WANTS

    shadow veil | 9 foot tall god of the woods | image ref| penned by alberta

  • sleep had begun to elude pyrrhic. with nightmares chasing after him every night, he found it more preferable to avoid it all together, only allowing himself to drift off when he could barely stand anymore. this night is one of those nights. he'd barely managed to drag himself into his cell and into bed before he fell unconscious. this would usually bring about a night of dreamless sleep, but it seems someone has other plans for the deputy-warden.


    he's awake, or rather, awake within his dream. lucid dreaming, he recalls. or perhaps this is a vision. he wouldn't know - he's never gotten in control of his own power, and that already makes it hard to discern what's real and what's not. he's walking, and it's strange, because he's suddenly much taller than before. he's upright, and human, and it's so odd and yet so familiar at the same time. what he's walking too, he doesn't know, but he continues nonetheless.


    robes of grey and gold adorn his figure, and he can feel the weight of long hair tumbling down his back. for someone who's now in a human form, he can feel the outline of his real body just beneath, guiding his slightly unsteady movements. what an odd way to dream. he rounds an invisible corner, a jerky movement as he attempts to get used to this new form, and spots the witch doctor. there's an audible sound as pyrrhic sucks in a sharp breath, eyes widening as he takes in the grotesque figure before him. he wants to run, cry, scream, collapse, but he's rooted to the spot by some invisible force. dark brown eyes slowly drag themselves to the adjacent person, and he can feel his stomach drop.


    his brother.


    but it's not. because yueliang does't look like that. yueliang is a maine coon as he used to be! then again, he's standing erect, and nothing makes sense. the familiarity leads him to believe he's unlocked something; a memory from a past life. he'd heard of that happening before, and the only logical explanation is that the sight is trying to tell him about something, no, someone, that he needs to remember. and it's apparently a brother.


    his brother. his older brother. clad in similar robes with a familiar, yet blurred, face. but the most striking figure is the jagged line of red around the neck, and the dark pattern of stitches. decapitation. suddenly he frowns, and anger bubbles up to replace the fear he'd been taken over by earlier. who had hurt, killed, his brother? pyrrhic has never been one for violence, but he feels he'd kill just about anyone to avenge the man before him.


    "you...who are you?" his voice echoes in the space around him, loud and quiet all at once. he's talking both to the witch doctor and the other man, though he hardly expects an answer from the latter. "what do you want to tell me?" maybe, just maybe, this is just the next step in mastering his power.


    "SPEECH"

    I'M NOT THE VILLAIN I APPEAR TO BE !

    pyrrhic-sang d. p. a. m. m. — the exiles — deputy-warden — bio — penned by hybern

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    you... who are you?


    the question rattles through the mind of the witch doctor and he is not surprised when he hears them leave pyrr's mouth. he has been asked that question for centuries along with its more common counterpart of "what" are you. he does not take them personally and instead, he feels a flicker of joy despite himself. even though he doesn't mean to, he thrives off of the idea that there are those who fear him. in the front of his mind, he does not want to feel that fear for in all reality, he simply wants to try and walk amongst the people that he has chosen. and yet, he is not able to fully divert from his original purpose, no matter what he does.


    he reminds himself that in this case, in this situation, the other deserves to be nervous. he is an enemy- another potential threat to misha and toughluck. he refuses to allow them to be in danger any longer and when the thought dawns upon him his bones begin to clatter in eagerness. his boney jaw clatters, sharp teeth gnashes together. the witch doctor does not answer immediately, stares down the other with large, eye-less gaze. he finds sudden joy in the thought that he has succeeded in mimicking the brother, noting the look that appears in the others' eyes. it has been a long time since the witch doctor has felt powerful and... he still finds himself liking it.


    when he finally speaks, he speaks with a voice that is too rough- too broken to hear any sort of humanoid. he looks once more to the brother he has materialized who stands stalk still before locking haunting expression upon pyrr once more. "the witch doctor." the witch doctor vibrates out family, simple, nothing more. there is nothing more that witch says for a moment, letting it settle into the others' mind. he doesn't bother to hide is identity, for he knows that if his delving into memory goes as he hopes, it will not matter. "pyrric-sang..." the beast begins, making it clear he knew well who he was speaking to. "you live a false life, have been sent to tell you the truth. the life you live is not yours. you are not truly this person. you have abandoned a slain brother, forsaken the people of your blood..." he rattles out, voice raising slightly. "it is of your duty to avenge your brother- to find who has killed. you will find them amongst suspected things. politics mean nothing..." a simply addition, one that the witch doctor hoped would make pyrr avoid accusing enemies of his clan and rather, the allied members of the exiles. or perhaps a familiar face? he didn't know, but the threat of suspicion was one too high to pass up.


    however, when he gazes upon the other, there is something that flickers within the witch doctor. he can now see him and the aura that floods over the witch doctor is something... different. it does not smell like the other auras in the exiles... he is not sure what differs and yet, he is not able to fully pull away from the other and so his lips part once more, uncertainty reaping through him. "yet... there will be people who guide the way, will help your hunt. must find them... must find the people of the spruce who will aid in finding murderer..." he wanted to learn more about pyrr- to get a full read on their aura. he is not able to get a full taste and it leaves the monstrosity with curiousity. he hopes that the other will find his way- perhaps to visit so that witch might look upon him and see what he appears to be like in reality.


    he does not leave the dream yet, looking upon the other. "do understand purpose? meaning?"

    SOMETIMES I'M TERRIFIED OF MY HEART

    ☾・゚. —— OF IT'S CONSTANT HUNGER FOR WHATEVER IT WANTS

    shadow veil | 9 foot tall god of the woods | image ref| penned by alberta

  • the echoing noise of the bones sets the male on edge, and he feels himself trembling despite the stiffness of his muscles. this was something out one of his nightmares, and he felt betrayed by his body. he'd thought he'd stayed up long enough this time around to fall into a dreamless sleep, not experience whatever this is.


    wings fan out slightly, as if the sudden shift in size would save him from the creature before him. the witch doctor. an odd name that carries fear it it's own way. he shifts his weight around, though remains still. the other rattles about, but doesn't make any move to come towards him. he's speaking once more, and pyrrhic nearly wants to lay his ears flat on his head and cover them with his paws. the voice grates in a haunting melody, and the deputy-warden would later claim he felt his own spirit separate from his body.


    avenge his fallen brother? is what he was really meant to do? it would be hard, he would have to be more careful, but if this was his mission, he wouldn't give up. perhaps, after avenging his brother, kukiko would finally leave him alone. "the spruce...?" pyrrhic echoes after a quiet moment in which the silence seems far too loud. there were no spruce trees in the canyon, and that meant he'd have to leave soon to hunt these people down.


    worry and doubt now flash across his features. but he couldn't leave cory and yueliang. they were the only family he had left, and yet asking for their help seemed out of the question. "i-i i can't leave them behind," he says, not naming any names, but getting the feeling that the witch doctor would somehow know exactly who he was referencing. "they're all i have left. can't you send someone to me?"


    "SPEECH"

    I'M NOT THE VILLAIN I APPEAR TO BE !

    pyrrhic-sang d. p. a. m. m. — the exiles — deputy-warden — bio — penned by hybern

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    the witch doctor does not answer his initial inquiry. he does not want to give him all the answers- does not want to make this so easy. he can not bring himself to actually help this person- help this enemy- when he knows that he came here to cause trouble. and yet, he can not bring himself to entirely foresaken him either. the reality was that the witch doctor is a slave the auras' that he reads and he cannot, like the others, bring himself to ignore this one. pyrr has something within him that haunts him, makes him question what he is like, and so he simply nods away his thoughts, shoulders rolling backwards in thought.


    i can't leave them behind


    the witch doctor laughs in a deep, guttural noise that haunts. his whole he has been leaving things behind, people places and things. he can only live with what he has in the moment, and he dreads that this person must soon learn the terrible truth. regardless of friend or enemy, he does not wish that on anybody. he knows how that tortures someone and so, he fights the urge to look to the other with concern, instead straightening his neck further. there was no other choice- no other way to go about this- it was meant to happen and so it would be.


    the haunting beast takes a few crackly steps towards the other, fog beginning to bellow forth from beneath his hooves. it fills the little clearing, suffocating and thick in its presence. it chokes and yet comforts, ever the mixed, confusing message that it was supposed to be. in another moment, the image of the witch doctor within the dreams begins to grow, a haunting menace before pyrr. "you are only one who can avenge brother. to send anyone else, to make ancestors angry." the beast rumbles, voice getting louder as he spoke, dreams a beautiful amplifier. "it is in your destiny to do so. it matters not who know now... they will not be a part of life much longer..."


    he trails off, and the fog begins spiraling even more as the witch doctor steps closer, cloven hooves echoing across the earth. "to have ties to have weakness... will resolve of weakness, doing a favour." a favour. how ironic, he decided. in the next matter of moments, the fog billowed over completely, likely blocking the sight of pyrr entirely. the wwitch doctor would dissolve the dream, leaving only darkness a moment later.


    "you are together when you are alone in the spruce."


    and then, in a sudden flash, pyrr is launched from the dream and with it, the witch doctor pulls the essence of every memory in his mind, replacing him with the fabricated life that he has created.

    SOMETIMES I'M TERRIFIED OF MY HEART

    ☾・゚. —— OF IT'S CONSTANT HUNGER FOR WHATEVER IT WANTS

    shadow veil | 9 foot tall god of the woods | image ref| penned by alberta