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Here's Koda! She was reallyyyyyyyy fun to draw love her
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Joe is right here. Pardon me for how doofy he looks I do not know how to draw boxers rip
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And here's Oprah
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I hope you guys enjoy it!
I'll draw Moth and Hayseed soon enough!!!
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AAAAAA!!!! Thank you for the appreciation!!!!! I love all of ya sm!!1
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// this is so long forgive me I'm trying to keep it vague
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Clan life was something Bigby wasn't quite used to even if it had been over a month he was a Darkclan officer. Being a lonesome traveller ever since his mother passed away, the dire was not used to being surrounded by such a crowd all the time. Always having tasks, always having confrontations. Always having conversation. The social stimuli was almost unbearable for the Introverted brute, not only that but his hyper sesitive nose was overloaded with scents and smells. It drove his brain mad.
The wolf padded out of the territory to get away from it all, he ran from the smells, the sounds and the people. He needed a break, he needed to relax and unwind. As he stood within the scolding dunes of Darkclan's desert, Bigby kept a cigarette between his jaws. He let himself sit down and close his eyes, the over stimulation of various smells being covered up by the one of smoke. A smell he was used to.
Smoking was a way to relieve stress and to stop his nose and brain from being too overwhelmed by environmental aspects.
He didn't even notice the canine that made his way towards his direction.
* * *
"You have betrayed your own vow."
Bigby's head shot up at the sound of the familiar tone, facing he individual in front of him.
The North Wind in his very form.
Bigby had long promised himself that he would never trust another, that he would stay alone until he killed the people who had betrayed him long ago. A promise Bigby regretted and wanted to forget.
North was a dire wolf even larger than Bigby himself with a pitch black coat and ice blue optics that stung to even meet. Bigby's yellow eyes widen at the very sight and his jaw dropped, the cigarette between his teeth falling to the sand. His fury bubbled in his chest, his anger made his fur stand on its very end and he stood up, lips curling back to expose monstrous sets of teeth that had once been constantly stained with blood. Memories flooded into his head, the gates to his past unlocked and Bigby lost control of his anger.
"North!" The dire snapped, his voice loud and clear to display all the resentment and all the hatred he felt towards the other male.
North pinned his ears back, a low growl sounding off deep within his lungs. The huge creature shook his head in a scolding manner as he spoke in a deep voice that almost rang with a certain age and wisdom but to Bigby, it was the tone of the devil himself.
"Now now, that is no way to adress your own father."
"Father?...Father!" Bigby's agressivety only grew more intense at the very mention of that title. "You still don't f*cking know what the hell you've done to me! To her." He snarled ferociously and crouched down, preparing himself to pounce.
He had tried to kill this man six times before. He had tried to tear his body apart and leave him to die like he deserved.
He wanted to leave North to wither away, just like how North left Winter. He wanted to wanted to take down the man who took away everything. Bigby's brothers, mother, his children and Snow.
He had tried to take away everything that mattered to North to truly make him suffer.
Bigby didnt want to fail this time.
He was going to end this.
* * *
Just like the six times before
The dire couldn't defeat his own father.
He ended up banged up and hurt far more than he intended, his body aching and his bones throbbing under his skin. He just never learned.
Bigby was limping in Darkclan's territory, collapsing at the walls and bearing the agony that took over his body. His legs had completely given out on him and Bigby was just laying there, stiff and rigid as he let out quiet moans of pain.
What he had just done was something he once vowed not to do again. He promised never aiming to kill. But yet that was what he did merely moments ago.
He had left his father and let the memory fade to the back of his brain but yet The North Wind always came gushing back. Just like his name.
Bigby growled at the very thought, the very memory of how he had stupidly tried to attack North with no plan. It was an idiotic action, he earned this pain, he deserved to feel blood trickle down his scruff and have gashes over his flank. He earned this suffering.
He had just tried to kill again. Even f he failed the intention was more than real.
Shakily picking himself up, Bigby's long legs shook violently under his weight and he let out vicious snarls. He wasn't growling at anyone specifically, just to himself. He wanted to scream and cry but those were merely signs of weakness he wouldn't dare display. His fur reeked of the smell of iron filled blood and his father's strange, icey scent.
God, he hoped that no one would find him like this.
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Bigby's pointed ears had flickered at the sound of the serval's distant curse, staring at him with blazing amber eyes. He never actually met this feline, he did not even know his name despite the fact that he was a clanmate. Yet he still felt the urge to not to trust the other male despite his offer of help. Bigby pulled himself away, his dark fur bristling with the rumble of a defensive growl vibrating in the back of his throat.
"I don't need sh*t." Bigby huffed out in a brusque tone, his lips still pulled back and twitching to show rows of sharp and freshly bloodied fangs. He let out a few coughs, groaning as his chest heaved out hoarse breaths out of damaged lungs.
"Well, except maybe a smoke." Bigby admitted quietly, his frown growing deeper and more wrinkled up as be pulled himself back onto his trembling paws, forcing them steady under his heavy weight. He couldn't let this slow him down. He never did before. He was just as strong as he used to be and he wasn't going to take help if he lived up to this age absolutely alone.
"I'm fine. Go away and do something useful."
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I've got sO MUCH MUSE FOR BIGBY I WANNA SCREAM
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"Im not-" Bigby let out a few coughs, looking over st Mothnlse before glaring at Koda with a furious frown, as if daring her to take a single step closer. "Lying."
The brute very well knew he was deceiving them and that no one was getting it. There were so many people surrounding him, so many scents and concerned faces, he hated this. This closeness, this care that he was given. Why the hell did they have to come? He asked for this pain! Seeing Koda let out a paw, the dire raised his own to claw it away, stomping pass her and letting his tail lash out furiously behind him. "I said I'm fine!" He repeated snappishly, louder this time. A prominent edge of annoyance in the words he spoke out bitterly. Bigby stood tall, his head held up high and his paws pressing firmly into the soil below him. He had to seem strong, he had to convince these guys to let him go.
"I just need to clean up." Bigby said, his voice sounding a little choked and unsteady. Dammit this wasn't going to do any good to his reputation that was already really bad. Thinking about it, the brute's eyebrows furrowed and he let out a groan of frustration.
"I know how to take care of myself!"
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I just want him to be edgy and angsty and scREAM
MAKE THIS BOY TALK ABOUT HIS PAST
H U R T. H I M
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Halting at the hunting ground, Bigby remained silent as he observed the area. A charming place, a clearing in the middle of trees with tense undergrowth. He could tell why the little rodents loved this area, it was filled with little nooks and crannies to hide in. Taking a big whiff of the atmosphere around him, Bigby made a little grimace and the intense smell of rats that tingled within his nostrils. "Jesus they're either really smelly or there's a hell a lot of them." He commented, his eyes still glued on the undergrowth. He could very well smell the mice and rats and the area but he couldn't see them at all.
"Little bastards must be hiding."
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*chanting* HURT MT BOY HURT MY BOY HURT MY BOY
Enjoy your sushi, Ado! I hope you get some rest soon!
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I came across this thread and was like "Bigby is too new for ships :c" but then I saw Rigby and was like
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IM GONNA DO IT
IM GONNA HURT THE BOY
sometimes I'm bad at Genji sometimes I'm good and it makes me aNGRY
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LET HAYSEED SCREAM AHAHAHAHHAHAA
sHadowCLAN for the gay boys!
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Bigby had left the general area of Darkclan's base for a smoke. Despite the fact he was a total selfish *sshole, he still considered everyone else's physical health. With a cigarette in his maw, Bigby was just casually strolling around aimlessly, not really wanting to travel anywhere specific. He was simply just out in the woods enjoying a nice smoke away from everyone else. It was about time the brute got some introvert time to himself.
Plopping himself down, the dire wolf inhaled and exhaled a puff of smoke, sighing as he did so. When he took another breath he caught another strong smell, one that wasn't cigarette smoke, but he was just as familiar with it.
Alcohol.
Standing up on his wide set paws again, Bigby sniffed the air to get another whiff. Hell, it wasn't just any old lousy drink, it was Whiskey. A smell he was far too familiar with. It had been ages since his last drink and it was probably for the best, considering he was once quite the alcoholic. But Bigby wasn't going to let this opportunity pass, it's not every day someone gets a hold of alcohol in Darkclan, let alone legit Whiskey.
The humongous brute trotted over to the area Jones was found in, and just like he expected there was the bottle, half empty. That was a bummer to see but hey at least there was some. The dire wolf's yellow optics rested upon the Akita, noting his doofy smile and lazy look to his body. Hell, this guy was already buzzed. What a f*cling lightweight, well, at least in Bigby's mind.
"You weren't gonna drink without me, huh, soldier?" Bigby questioned in a somewhat playful tone, taking another puff of the cigarette in his mouth and blowing out the smoke. He glanced over to Hayseed who stood nearby and let out a raspy chuckle, shaking his head at the very sight. "You let the kid drink with you and not me?" He persisted jokingly. He was very well aware Hayseed didn't drink because he couldn't catch any trace of Whiskey in his dirty scent, but the brute still used the idea of it as a joke to start a conversation.
"C'mon, pass it over."
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:oooo together would be cool :ooooo
They better be gAY
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Bigby was having a smoke when he heard the loud, clear tone of Scott sounding off in the background. He was a little surprised seeing him make an announcement and not the other high rankers. It was almost even suspicious, but he dropped it. Tasks huh? Bigby was never one to work for another, even in a clan. He was a one-man show that played by his own set of rules. Most of the time. Seeing Jones and Hayseed gather over eagerly for their own sets of missions, Bigby took one last puff of smoke and let the cigarette drop to the soil, crushing it beneath his heavy paws before trotting off. The huge brute's tail lashed out behind him as he halted between the other two members, his head tilting down to see the Doberman that stood firmly before him. No matter how tall another would stand, almost everyone was shorter than Bigby. It was a little angering, tilting his head down constantly could be tiring at times. Ah well.
"Task, huh?" He repeated, cocking his head over and quirking a brow in interest. The dire wolf nodded enthusiastically and licked over his lips as he spoke again. "I'll take one, but it better not be some dumb sh*t."
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tHE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN
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*Breath in* bOI
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//Permission granted!
Bigby shot his furious haze over to Mothnose. Even with the fact that the two were in the early stages of friendship, he still wasn't afraid to snap at her. "I said." he began in a clear tone, towering over and staring down at the cat, Amber eyes blazing with anger. Before he could speak too harshly, the brutes eyes closed as he let out a long, deep sigh. He managed to calm a bit of his nerves, his voice finally coming out in its usually tone and volume.
"I don't need help." He then turned on his heals, kicking up some dust in the air as he met Koda's eyes again. The dire raised a huge paw to point over towards the calico as he continued on. "Not from you-"
He then walked over to the scarecrow healer, glaring down at the strange creature in a intimidating manner, his eyes staring into the tiger's burning sockets. "-Or you." Bigby loomed over Hayseed for a few moments, looking down at him with a darkened scowl to try and scare him away from touching him.
"I've had worse, let me-" He let out a few pants and a small, pained groan, turning his head to peer over his shoulder directly towards North.
"-Handle myself."
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PLEASE I LOVE ANGST GIMME THE ANGST
tbh Rigby could be super interesting and veeeeeeery angsty relationship
Bigby is afraid of relationships because his dad p much either killed or took away the people he had close ties with
If Rigby ever were to happen, Bigby would be so paranoid. He'd be terrified that Righthook would get killed, so paranoid that maybe even at first he tries to pull himself away from Righthook idfk.
It would be real tough ever to get him out if that paranoia
Precious babies
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//this is bad I had 4 hours of sleep
Death?
Death didn't fase Bigby. It didn't in the past and it wouldn't now.
As he stood alongside Lorraine, the ends of his dark toes mixed with the ever so familiar shade of crimson. The hairs of his nose tingled as he picked up the metallic scent of iron that plagued the area and covered the scene. It was a smell and sight Bigby was far too familiar with. At first glance he knew exactly that a man was dead- no, murdered. A lifeless core was sprawled over the ground, the culprit, Righthook, right there to mourn and grieve over the life he had just ripped away. He knew this was going to follow the little male, he knew Righthook was not going to forget this action, this... Nightmare.
All progress of healing would be lost now that a new violent memory has been created.
He considered Righthook a friend. Not close, merely in the early stages of an actual friendship. Despite the relationship they had just began to build, the dire wolf knew very well to keep his distance and give Righthook space to grieve. This was not only a murder, but the death of a caretaker, a fatherly figure. Thinking to much about it reminded Bigby just why he was not fased about this situation.
He too was very familiar with holding blood within his wake and death in his claws. What made this situation rather personal and familiar was that Bigby killed many of his own blood. Through his lifetime as a murderous rogue, he had clamped his jaws into many sets of throats, the ones he remembered the most were those of his brothers. Out of six siblings, Bigby had brutally exterminated three in order to get to the main target; The North Wind. His father.
What Bigby did not understand was the grief Righthook felt.
He knew very well to give the mourner space and time, but he did not know why the feline displayed such sadness. Wasn't this the man that ruined his life? Wasn't this the man responsible for everything? Didn't that mean he was free?
A visible scowl formed on the dire's face. It wasn't one of disappointment, no. It was one of confusion. As he compared this scenario with his own life experiences he only grew more and more scattered.
The North Wind took away Bigby's mother.
He let his siblings ravage up her body.
He used his brothers as shields.
He told Snow of her mate's crimes.
He took his children away.
Trying to understand why Righthook had felt so much sorrow only made Bigby feel a bit more angry down in his soul. This cat should be grateful! He should be grateful that this man is dead! He should be grateful he's not plagued with his curse anymore!
He should be grateful he actually managed to kill him!
These comparisons were getting far too personal, his own history manipulated his emotions. Instead of seeing Ivan, he thought of The North Wind, the man which he refuses to call father. Thinking about the brute made Bigby's fur stand on its very end. He had tried to kill the man seven times, and failed at every attempt. He had the scars on his body to mark him of each battle. Shaking his head to viciously throw the memory out of his brain, Bigby fell back into the reality of today and the murder at hand.
This was Ivan, not The North Wind. Righthook killed him and Bigby chose to stay quiet and let him mourn for the life he had just taken away
