Posts by Nocturnal

<p><span style="color:#aab0ff;"><strong>GENERAL:</strong><br>▪</span> Nocturnal | Nyx | ♀<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> Bloodclan<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> Panromantic | Pansexual<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> Immortal | Creation; May 4th 2017<br><span>-</span><br><span style="color:#aab0ff;"><strong>RELATIONSHIPS:</strong><br>▪</span> Married to Itzcoatl<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> ½ of Farquaad Starsquad<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> Universe x Universe | Gen 1<br><span>-</span><br><span style="color:#aab0ff;"><strong>IMPORTANT FACTS:</strong><br>▪</span> Manifestation of ½ binary blackholes<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> Consumes souls to stay alive<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> Mentally connected to Itzcoatl<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> Followed by a floating orb of cosmos named "The Ball"<br><span>-</span><br><span style="color:#aab0ff;"><strong>PHYSICAL:</strong><br>▪</span> WOLF CREATURE [birth/main]<br>— A delicate antlered wolf with a fleshless white skull face.<br>— Her fur looks like space; mainly dark blue/purple with few lighter<br>shades that swirl and move like actual galaxies.<br>Smaller twinkling lights(stars) are dispersed throughout her pelt.<br>— Her pupils are a bright purplish-pink and '✦' shaped, the rest of her<br>eyes are black.<br>— Though her teeth are bone white, the rest of her mouth and tongue<br>are completely black. (Black Hole - she lives to consume)<br>— Her claws are black and her antlers are white like her skull.<br><a href="https://snag.gy/fmbkps.jpg">Ref by Pax</a><br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> THE BALL [pet]<br>— A small orb, that has a similar pattern to her pelt, inside a gilded cage.<br><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djT5XVqNxUA/WPmjasJLEAI/AAAAAAABC_Y/pEgWt90hvlgbC034IU4F9x10uJYFg91ZgCLcB/s1600/43535345435.jpg">Looks like that ball</a><br><span>-</span><br><span style="color:#aab0ff;"><strong>PERSONALITY:</strong></span><br>— Nebulous, Depraved, Erratic, Volatile, Contemptuous, Fickle<br><span>-</span><br><span style="color:#aab0ff;"><strong>INTERACTION:</strong><br>▪</span> Attack in <span style="color:#aab0ff;"><strong>bold #aab0ff</strong><br>▪</span> Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions<br><span>-</span><br><span style="color:#aab0ff;"><strong>FUN FACTS:</strong><br>▪</span> Was a star but collapsed and became a darkhole.<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> She has half a soul, her husband has the other half.<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> Also shares powers with Itzcoatl.<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> To gain new powers, they must consume body and soul.<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> Her job is to eat the soul, while her husband eats the body.<br><span style="color:#aab0ff;">▪</span> Can only call her Nyx if you are close to her.</p>

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Join one of these posses to look for their next meal? It sounded like a good enough trade off to her. Hunting down powerful loners was hard enough, wouldn't it be great to just live in a place where food was a plenty? At least that's how she perceived it. Nyx hadn't bothered to think about the consequences of eating a 'clanmate'. Or maybe this group was warring and had enemies? Surely they wouldn't punish for euthanizing hostile creatures and using their bodies and souls for other purposes. It seemed like a win win.

The lucky winner turned out to be Windclan, it was the first border the couple came across. The antlered wolf halted a few paces away from the border, her purplish pink eyes critically taking in the mountainous territory. Passable. She didn't like the trees, the color green offended her but upon spotting some mountain peaks that seemed to disappear through the clouds, the green was forgiven. The closer to the sky the better, right?

Glancing over at her much larger counterpart, the skull faced creature would finally speak, "what do you think, babe? Good enough for us or should we keep moving?" They had to mutually agree on shacking up here. Everything had to be that way.
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It usually ended up that way, with Itzcoatl allowing her to make the decision. As good as it sounded, Nyx was not in the mood for having the final say since this was not the time and place for it. This situation was much like asking bae where they wanted to go to eat, however, bae replies with 'I don't care, you pick'. Picking a home was like choosing a restaurant to her because of that.

If she had flesh on her face, the femme would have frowned as she turned her face towards the fellow beast. "Yay or nay?" She demanded an answer, aiming to roughly bump Itzcoatl, partially out of affection and half from irritation. "But I have to say, green is the shitiest color," Nyx remarked, turning attention back to the scenery. She much preferred muted or darker colors that didn't eye-rape her.
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draw and color me lol

[s]i kid

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There was an answer. Not very confident, but close enough. It was the best thing she could get from Itzcoatl. "The thing is, I'm tired of moving around so much," she would remark regarding the last statement her man made. Having no attachments was fun and all but constantly moving around like they were criminals? Nah, it got boring real quick. But she supposed if things happened here and the word got out, they'll have to move anyway. A shame really. Why couldn't morality accept the fact that some creatures just had to die for food?

She sensed the approaching lion and shifted her attention accordingly. A young specimen, she wasn't sure of their power level but they seemed to be missing a paw? A prosthetic took the place of where flesh once was. It had to mean something, that either this male was a fighter or a klutz. "Of course not," the star beast would have grinned if she could, "not interrupting anything at all. And oh, business? We're looking to join Windclan."
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this is so cute omg

/eyes H-two-O but too many characters to handle rip c''''''''''': // track in case i change my mind

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We'll stay. How long was that going to last? However, instead of acting the slightest bit resigned to their inevitable fate, Nyx accepted the nuzzle from her spouse, in fact she rubbed the male back with her cheek. Opening her mouth slightly, a jet black tongue slithered out in an attempt to affectionately lick Itzcoatl's muzzle. Public displays of affection were part of their everyday routine.

The young lion was trusting, incredibly trusting, but then again, she supposed that was protocol. However, she did appreciate the fact that it made her life much easier. "My name? Nocturnal," she introduced herself with a ceremonious dip of her head before gesturing to her companion beside her, "and this is Itzcoatl, my husband." The canine/cervid hybrid glanced up at the larger beast and would have grinned at her hubby if she could. It was funny introducing someone as one's 'property', it never got old to her. "Pleasure to meet'cha Luke."

Upon hearing another voice, the elegant beast would turn her head to face a monstrosity. Oh stars. Look at all that green! One moment she was complaining about the wretched color and now this... Griffin(she could hardly call it a living beast) stood in front of her with all green feathers! Thankfully, she couldn't make any facial expression with her fleshless features or else she would have twisted her face in disgust at the embodiment of the most offensive color. After a moment of silence, she would regain her composure and speak once more, "Oliver? Delighted to make your acquaintance. And we do not need food or drink. Thank you for the offer though."

And then another appeared, an odd looking one to tote. Bipedal? Hah, she hadn't seen one of those in a while but this one, they radiated power. What a wonderful meal he would make. What delightful powers did he have? What could she and Itz-darling gain from this strange beast? There was a hitch in her breath as she gauged the cyborg. But shit, manners. Stop ogling at possible meals and be sociable. Far from home. "I guess you could say that," she replied with a slight tilt of her partially fleshed and furred head, "But I could say the same for you." The augmented male didn't seem like he would belong in such a peaceful place like Windclan.
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The moose looked like prey to her, not like a clanmate. If she had chanced upon the sleeping beast without Luke in the area, she would have assumed it to be livestock. Livestock that was severely out of place. Hell, she might have killed it and presented it to Itzcoatl if that was the case. However, that wasn't how the events transpired. Pinkish purple eyes were fixed on the slumbering moose mostly out of curiosity. Was this the norm here? Passing out in the middle of camp? Probably not. Anyway, the canine/cervid hybrid decided to observe and maybe figure out what was up despite not saying a single word.
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What the fuck was that? Another of their kind? And that was the only reason why she was present. Nyx had hoped that the comet turned out to be another star beast, collapsed or not. They would have made a great meal, after all, cannibalism was the most satisfying way to sate oneself, in her opinion. Peering through the crowd, she spotted a rather plain looking feline with wings. Not a star beast. The male looked like he was barely a morsel. Holding back a sigh of disappointment, the curious starry pelted mammal would question, "what happened to you?" Had his wings randomly cramped up in the sky or something?
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[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;][font=georgia]This was awfully amusing. From what the antlered hybrid heard, it seemed like Bloodclan had been testing the truthworthiness of Riverclan by asking them to drop Windclan. Apparently, Riverclan seemed to like that idea very much, and then boom. The punchline, Bloodclan cucked them good. Now, the frail little canine was crawling back to their original ally to form an alliance against the one who humiliated Riverclan. It was pathetic, the femme would have smirked in amusement if she could. But when it comes right down to it, Riverclan seemed like a backstabber from what she knew. Content with just observing the drama, the Winclanner set herself off to the side to watch this political interaction.
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This would be her first meeting and she was rather surprised to see the horrid colored Griffin lead it. Sure, the guy seemed alright from what she could observe but that awful color assailed her eyes. There was nothing to do about it but stare at the ground he was standing on, or check out her 'clanmates'. She only recognized Luke so far, the other two femmes were strangers. But she didn't bother to ask for their names. Anyway, tuning into the announcements, it seemed like the former leader had cold feet. Stepping down from a powerful decision like that was stupid in her opinion, might as well die a leader, no? The rest of the mentions were a blur, she didn't care for them though her ears did perk up at the mention of her alias. A shoutout? Huh, she hadn't been doing anything and they decided to offer her a 'shoutout'. The workings of clans was interesting to say the least. Anyway, she said nothing and merely continued to watch the crowd of gathered Windclanners.
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ITZCOATL wrote:

let starbeast nom on her body and share her as a meal with his boo
@Nocturnal

basically they're black holes and live to consume stuff

whenever they eat stuff, itzcoatl eats the body and nocturnal eats the soul but since Duchess is coming back, her soul could roll away before Nocturnal gets to it

currently in windclan atm

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nocturnal can nibble a bit of it(soul/essence) but doesnt get to finish the rest somehow -- > this can lead to amnesia or partial memory loss if you're looking for that too :^)

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;][font=georgia]"Well said," the canid shaped beast practically purred, amused. Was that an overreaction? No, just her regular persona shining through as it was difficult to display her current emotion without flesh on her face. Now his name, Darth Vader? A two parter, certainly more interesting than the regulars names she's heard over time. "I don't mean to pry but does it mean something?" She then asked, briefly glancing at her husband, "and oh, pleasure to meet you, of course." Well, she better shut her ass up soon and get going to wherever their camp was.
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[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;][font=georgia]End game this. End game that. That was all the chatter these days. But then again, she couldn't help but be intrigued by the subject of destruction, after all she was and technically still is a black hole. Approaching the rabble of blatantly 'edgy' creatures, the canine would look upon them with disdain. Stars. The words coming out of their mouths, well some to be fair, were down right cringey and power mad. But what did she expect to be here aside from the mentally ill. She guessed she was no better though her nature dictated her to destroy and consume.

Volunteer to guard a prison? Fuck no. She was here to eat. This was her fucking feast and she did not want to play babysitter. Ignoring the pale dragon's call, the star patterened femme would simply loiter and listen to the buzzing conversations. As for the setting fire to a clan option, she'd consider it.
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[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;][font=georgia]An amnesiac. What did she expect from some guy who dropped out of the sky? Oh well, maybe more considering that she did just the same but survived in a much better condition. Nyx merely watched the scene, not moving an inch from her spot. There was nothing she could do for the winged creature. Her nature dictated her to consume and destroy not create and heal. But speaking of that latter, it was a good time while it lasted. All in all, she was rubbernecking.
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[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;][font=georgia]She could barely hold back her laughter. What was this? Some crusader of justice and life? She didn't believe any of this bullshit, perhaps she was a cynic? That Leonardo, what a funny guy. In the star beast's eyes, the blindfolded male was just trying to trick Windclan into fighting Scarclan's war. Of course, Windclan had nothing to fear, they weren't dying but Scarclan was. And so, this guy laid down a heavily embellished version of the 'End Game's agenda so he could maybe pull wool over her clan's eyes. Hilarious.

Even if the fate or the world was at stake, she didn't give a shit. Like Itzcoatl, she was an embodiment of destruction. She lived to consume and joining this 'alliance' was against every fiber of her being. She would have had a smirk on her face if she could but alas, the canine shaped beast merely stopped at the side of her husband waiting to see if Oliver was tricked into joining an unnecessary and bloody cause or not.
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when does this end?

/track for now

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A title? Ohh, who gave it to him? She was bursting with per usual when there was a potential mark in her sights. With that heard, the femme would nod her head heeding his words and in return pondered his own question. What were they? Hah. A good question to ask but the two of them would never give a truthful answer. "Oh, c'mon, don't be a dick already, babe," the star beast would snort with laughter as her partner shot back an aggressive reply, offering the male a bump. Turning her pink and black eyes to the strange hybrid once more, she replied, "just a couple trying to eke out a living, nothing else." Of course she knew the male was hinting at something else but she gave a mundane response.
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She was a hungry bitch to say the least. Whenever encountering another being, the star beast would always gauge them. Would they be worth eating or nah? Usually, it was the latter, she had extremely high standards after all. Nyx liked to say that her body was a temple, only the best of souls would pass her teeth.

In Windclan, there was nothing to eat. She was fucking starved and it was miserable. Nyx had considered taking down the cyborg beast with the strange name but after a bit of 'research'(stalking), he didn't seem like something she would want inside her. And since she was the shot caller, the two of them hadn't eaten in a while. She was a cranky bitch, so they traveled.

The Sanctum was a vague name in her mind, hell, it barely registered when the two of them crossed over the border. She didn't give a damn for boundaries, she was so much more than these imaginary lines sprayed by trash. But not completely trash apparently. Her opinion changed when spotting the canine in the distance. The doberman exuded power, Nyx wanted Duchess as her dinner. Her breath hitching slightly, she would jerk her head in a quick nod to her lover and in the next second, she was on her damn way for take out. Lunging at Duchess, the cervid/canid hybrid aimed to slam her bulky form into the other femme.
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