Posts by ALAKSIEJ S.I.

» flowers, dead or alive, siej hated them. when they were alive they stunk and made his sensitive nose twitch and wrinkle up. and when they were dead they crumbled and cracked beneath even an exhale and they were hard to keep together and clean up. but cleaning, he didn't mind that, surprising as it may seem. siej, depending on his mood, could be a bit of a clean freak. sometimes so serious about it that he'd scrape up every last spec of dust from the cracks in his own pyramid. granted he usually only ever wanted to clean when he was in a bad mood. a really bad mood. a mood that whenever just looking at someone's face made him want to rip their noses off and bury their faces into a pile of salt.

but that didn't happen often because if anyone took a second to poke their head into his own, newly acquired pyramid they'd see a mess. blankets skewed everywhere and dust gathering on a single unopened box in the corner. still, the thought of helping someone clean almost made a smile, more like a hellish smirk, curl upwards at the edges of his lips. a lot of the time he had half a mind to shove everyone out and take over cleaning himself, fuck whoever owned the pyramid he'd deal with it.

but instead he'd slink up, barely poking his nose into the entrance of petra's reclaimed pyramid before muttering, "need help?"

» how ironic. someone who would be considered a heretic in the eyes of both his mother and sister, both of whom were obnoxiously devoted to their made up god, was doing a red trial. just for some stupid title that he could mark down on a piece of paper in the future. biting back a shaky smirk the hellhound was slow in his approach, hesitant, paws quaking as he drew near to the shore of the blood nile. eyeing it up from a good distance away he'd glance down at his paws, they were shaking, hardly visibly but enough for his careful eyes to see. his heart thumped loudly in the cave of his chest as he narrowed his black gaze onto the red water. he wasn't anywhere close to it and he was already feeling this choked up. his breathing was already coming out in quick, soft exhales.

"host a baptism in the shallow half of the nile."

biting back an audible gulp the second tier took his sweet time as he shuffled closer and closer, his paws still such a distance away from the crimson water but he felt so lightheaded he almost thought he'd stopped breathing. do this, get the stupid fucking title, and rub her fucking face in it. baptize his clanmates, get a title, and tell hebe to eat shit. if he thought about it in three simple, small, tiny little steps he almost felt like he could do it.

breath in. breath out. breath in. breath out. eyes opening slowly he stared down at the water, almost lapping at his paws, just out of reach of his claws. lips peeling backwards he hissed softly, "..fuck." taking a few steps back he shook his head. no, he could dunk them under from a good, safe distance away. he could reach out and press them under the surface before recoiling back to his safe spot after they came up and take nice, long, long, breaks in between baptisms. that sounded good.

glancing over his shoulder the anxious second tier barked out, voice sharper and harsher than its usual flat tone, "i'm gonna be baptizing ruiners so get over here!" a nonbeliever and a sufferer of thalassophobia was going to be baptizing animals in the nile he'd nearly drowned in. fuck this would be the day the sky fell.

» truthfully, the dog had a hard time imagining anyone showing him such a personal and sentimental place for them when he had the emotional understanding of a rock. but had he known how many memories it held for her maybe he would've cracked a miniscule smile and silently thanked her. he couldn't quite understand it himself but he thought he was supposed to feel gratitude. this felt like something larger than he could've imagined, as if she were doing something huge for him. a giant favor that would take his whole life to repay.

returning to the world at her voice he'd lift an inquisitive brow. he was already doing better than her at this age? that almost made him feel good about himself, at least it warmed his ear tips by a fraction. he guessed even with his flat and empty self even he could enjoy a compliment as questionable as it was. cracking a fraction of a smile as she acknowledged his reluctance to learn about politics he grunted softly in response. her words did make him a tad more curious but not enough to show it. instead he wondered whether exactly it was a good thing or not to think of it as a game. if someday he happened to gain a rank that carried enough weight and didn't take it seriously enough he could seriously fuck some things up. and he wondered, if someday, if he ever managed to get that kind of power, whether he'd like it or not.

eyeing up the pond with a nervous gleam in the forefront of his mind he made careful not to step too close, but made sure not to linger too far away as to seem suspicious. she was bringing him here and mentoring him because she wanted to, and as little as he cared about her feelings, he didn't want to piss her off and make her change her mind by avoiding whatever made this place so special.

what she said next though, well, it nearly pulled the air right out of his lungs and made his blood run cold. her thoughts on him were clearly coming from a high place, but, fuck, he had to ask why. he didn't exactly display the traits of a leader. he was a follower, a disciplined dog that did what he was told and didn't argue. he wasn't the kind of guy who gave orders, he took them and ran and did what he could with them to the best of his ability. so what the hell ever gave her the idea that he could lead?

"why?" is what slipped out in a breath. he had so many more questions but he could hardly make his mind function in this moment. there were times where even the most calm and composed animals could be ripped from their comfort zone and surprised. and this was certainly one of those times for him.

» painting and drawing. he could do it. and he was alright at it. not anything special, he was okay. but painting on his body? that would be very out of place for him. but what could he say? when he was in a content mood he'd go with the flow. he could roll with the punches if he really felt like it. and it took a lot of feeling like it with his temperament. still, he'd give it a shot, maybe he'd even make a friend out of cherrywine yet. he knew deep down, in the darkest pits of his mind that was all he wanted. maybe.

slinking over with a flat look across his face and a hollow glow to his solid black gaze he offered a nod of his head, curiosity burning in the pit of his stomach as he looked down at the bowl of smooth "paint." he'd hate to admit it but he still had yet to do his weekly tasks. probably because the ones angel had given him were shit and he was putting them off until he found enough fucks to give. he didn't want to do them, but fuck it bothered him more that he was pushing them off for this long. he'd have to do them after he was done here and with a single oversized paw the tawny hound scooped up a pawful of paint and slapped it down on top of his head carelessly.

lips curling downward faintly as the cool, crimson liquid dripped down his forehead, horns, and bandages like blood he stared blankly up as it rolled down in rivulets. it reminded him so much of his fight, ripping himself from the thick and uncomfortably warm confines of the blood nile after nearly drowning. it looked just like then, his fur drenched in stranger's and his own blood and smelling like metal. it's not water. that he had to remind himself of that to keep his cool in this moment made him feel weak, fragile and pathetic. maybe he was.

shaking his head slightly and blinking as the "paint" rolled down quicker now he turned his flat obsidian gaze onto cherrywine. "how do you feel?" did he really care? he didn't know. he felt like he should if he truly wanted to give having a friend a shot, but he also wondered if he was just asking out of obligation. he'd been there when she was injured, there hadn't been much of anything wrong with her as far as he was aware and he hadn't cared much then and he shouldn't care now. so if he was asking did that mean he cared, even if only a little bit?

» saying hebe wasn't a typical mother made it seem like she was a mother at all. if she really wanted to consider herself one, then she was a poor fucking excuse of a mother. she tried to force a religion on them and he was the only pup not blind enough to see through it. the only one with any sense and didn't just agree so readily to the lunatic's words. if he thought he was a brainwashed empty shell of a creature then what did that make bluepaw and the rest of them? fucking clones?

glancing towards her with narrowed black eyes he listened carefully, weighing his options. he could always find a way to steal the book back, which would be annoying and tedious with it being in hebe's little portal thing. but the trading center was also miles away and they were both still kids, not even considered real apprentices yet just because they had mentors. it wasn't safe with their inability to defend themselves and they'd probably most definitely be killed. but it sounded like the more fun option and siej was a bit restless.

not typically the most outward risktaker the hellhound smirked, lips curling up into a hellish and unsettling quirk he nodded, "fine, trading center it is." and they could learn to read and write together. it felt almost like they were beginning to understand each other.. he didn't know if he liked it.

» this had seemed like the easiest task and so he guessed he would do this one first. hosting a tug of war game. he wasn't really a game guy. he didn't like to get involved with things like this if it meant being competitive because he just really wasn't. still, it was one of the three tasks angel had given him and so he'd get it done. with a long rope laid out and a rock placed down where he guessed the middle was the game had been set up. it would be games of one on one for the time being till he got a feel for judging it, but if enough ruiners wanted to waste their time getting involved in this he guessed they could work in teams of equal numbers.

taking a seat beside the rock he'd bark out a frown tugging noticeably at his lips, "i'm hosting a tug of war game." he'd fall silent for a moment waiting for a few of his clanmates to approach. he'd explain the rules when a large enough crowd amassed. "i'm doing one on one games but if you want you can be in teams of equal numbers on both sides." although he guessed that's mostly what kids his age would be doing.

» head lifting away from the crimson waters he laid his shaky and uncertain black gaze onto his mentor, almost feeling something akin to relief cool the bottom of his paws and relax his shoulders. he hardly knew her as more than his mentor but something about just hanging around lucy made the young hellhound feel better. returning her smile with a jagged one of his own, one that didn't reach his vantablack gaze, he nodded before jerking his head towards the bloody waters. "get in."

what did a baptism entail? well, he didn't know the first damn thing about it. he'd be winging it, but sometimes he felt that's what he did best. making a plan just wasn't his style. besides, why did he have to care? he didn't even believe in the red god.

» meaning nothing? he got that. he still got that feeling whenever in the presence of almost anyone. he had no worth, no value. he just was. siej existed to work and to get things done. he existed to get the jobs done when others couldn't do it. sometimes he did wonder if he died would anyone notice. but he never did think about it for more then a second out of fear that he may convince himself that he was right. besides, he wasn't in the mood to die. not for a long time. he had stuff to do. he didn't know what it was or when it was but he had stuff to do but that was if he was going off the tug in the back of his mind.

snow. he wished that it would snow in the ruins' territory. he wished the temperature would drop during the day like it did at night. he wished it would rain and snow and do anything but let the sun bore down on them like a distant match ready to set them aflame. but he was used to the heat. it was why he could be out here, out here standing over the near corpse at the border.

"shit," hissed the pup softly. it wasn't natural of him to do this, to help those so easily. especially those not in the ruins. watching as blood stained the powder white fur of the unconscious feline he was quick to bark over his shoulder towards the open air he hoped that someone heard him, "someone get MERLOT T.M. and NATSUKASHII; ."

// fhgrhg this is trash ^ idk wtf this writing is

welcome though!

» whether he liked his mother or not, if anyone asked him, wasn't anyone's business but his own. yes, he'd cursed at her, but he cursed at everyone. she wasn't special. although he'd found it odd how she'd seemed to have taken more offense to him having called her by her name instead of something like mother, something he'd never called her. but hebe was fucking weird. still, he'd only been getting out his hate in a way that would make him seem like a good person. yes, he hated her though. she was a shitty parent and that was a truth nobody could deny, probably not even her most devoted follower in the shape of bluepaw.

head turning to face cherrywine he nodded at her request, they could referee together. "yea, sit here." he patted the space beside him. he definitely wasn't going to be participating. he was a fucking runt as much as he hated it. glancing back towards bluepaw he nodded. they'd still have to wait for more ruiners if she wanted to participate.

» siej wasn't weak willed. he didn't fall subject to peer pressure, especially when nobody was talking to him. but he was openminded and he did believe in trying everything, or almost everything, at least once. besides, he'd sniffed alcohol before and if it smelled that bad then he was sure it didn't taste any better so he was already pretty certain in knowing he wouldn't get really into it. he wasn't gonna grow up to be some wild partying alcoholic. although looking around he could guess a few of the kids here could and most likely would be exactly that.

with a cup between his paws that he'd poured himself the black-eyed pup inhaled slowly, brows furrowing as he confirmed it still smelled like shit. hesitance pulled at his paws, trying to keep them rooted to the floor with the cup placed there between them. he was fully aware he shouldn't drink this but fuck it. slowly lifting the cup to his lips the pup took a quick and small swig of it before quickly placing it back on the ground, frowning at the bitter and potent taste.

lifting his head to face bluepaw he frowned. it tasted like shit. he should leave before they start vomiting and passing out.

» make a weapon. that was one of his three tasks. he could think of a few weapon ideas but nothing that really stuck out to him. but did it really matter? he probably wouldn't use it. but it was still a task and he felt obligated to complete it. placed on the ground before him was a plank of wood, not much larger than himself and probably something he could pick up. and swing around if he wanted to. off to the side was a rock and some old, rusty nails he'd found.

he was going to hammer the nails in till they stuck out the other side at angles. and then, he guessed he was gonna have to beat the shit out of someone to see if it really worked. although that was just an option where the other one was throwing it into the corner of his pyramid and forgetting it existed. well, he'd find out when he was done with it. bringing the rock down onto a nail he'd begin to beat it into the board. this would probably be a long and slow process if anyone was going off the surprisingly large number of nails to his side.

Opinions | Updated 4/30

To add: Arya, Lucy, Ulla, Kiyoshi, Faye Redvelvet, Hebe, Kerosene, Iokua, Lilith, Chardonnay, elian, jace, maho, wip

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— Arya ▲▲

» oh, right, that cactus. he lost it. somewhere in the moving process between his new pyramid and his old shared one it had gone missing. it bothered him but he guessed it was for the better. he wasn't a plant guy. he'd just been trying something. he couldn't keep anything alive on his own but he could try helping bluepaw at least plant her own garden. or he could just watch.

slow to approach the tired, slouchy hellhound came to take a seat near bluepaw, watching as she dug holes and buried the plants. brow raised he queried simply, "what are you growing?" if it was anything for that fucked up tea shit she'd made a few days back he might have to make it his person job to come back and dig up these plants in the night. he didn't trust that shit. it'd made ruiners vomit after drinking it and made them act weird. he didn't like many ruiners but he also wasn't into plants that fucked them up. it was a mess in the making.

» he didn't like arya. he didn't like what a snobby, arrogant bitch she was. but he didn't know the lady's kids. so he guessed that made them okay. he'd never really interacted with more than one of them, the one being the quiet bloodpoppy. she seemed fine. she didn't beat around the bush and said things how they were. he could agree with that, but there was nothing about her that really made an impact with him. she was just kind of there. she existed and that was about it. she wasn't the kind of ruiner that nagged in the back of his mind, bothering him by just existing.

he didn't think anything of her existence in fact. she was just there in the background while he was focused on more important things. although her blunt words often did amuse him. but he'd probably be annoyed if he knew that she considered him unlucky. which he was, but he didn't like being reminded of that. the way he was poking and prodding at his head wound through the bandages and the scattered cuts and bruises across his body could attest to that.

// bloodpoppy

;p bad and rushed but here c:

» age didn't fucking matter when it came to being useful. because here he was, two months older than her, and already he was a second tier and beginning his first steps as an apprentice. as long as she did her weekly tasks, obeyed her superiors, and didn't talk back then she could definitely prove herself useful like he had. he tried not to think about it a lot, although it confused and baffled him, he was a bit hung up on lucy telling him he would be leader someday for his ambition. that's all it really came down to. if tula was willing to work hard then she could have some ways to occupy her time. just like now, he guessed, although this took a little less effort than most things.

approaching after hebe he fixed his vantablack stare onto tula. there were no ill feelings for her as of yet, but things could change. the thing was, even if he didn't hate tula, he hated hebe and he couldn't stand looking in her direction. and so slowly lifting a paw and pointing a single black claw at the base of his right ear he'd mutter out, "stab me." of course when she was done with hebe. although he did wonder though if she was going to clean that needle between stabbings.

» he was well aware there was a language to flowers for different emotions and intentions. he had read about it a few times before in story books when he'd begun attempting his path into literacy. but he didn't know jack shit about it. and truthfully, he wasn't into it. first and foremost, he just didn't understand it and also, flowers died so what was the point? why not just tell someone how you feel? it wasn't that difficult to be an honest animal that was proud of how they felt was it?

siej didn't think he could or would ever spend all day on someone he cared about, because he didn't really care about anyone. he couldn't imagine himself genuinely caring about someone like jace and petra cared about each other. it was hard to imagine him ever taking the time to get to know someone on such an intimate level. because he just didn't think he was capable of that sort of feeling. still he'd linger in the weak but existing shadows of petra's pyramid, a curious look in his eyes that was probably burning right through jace's skin to his nerves. he was just curious though to see how this went. would petra and jace fuck or what?

» meet and greets were an often occurring thing yet somehow he'd only been to a small number of them. not that he minded, with his antisocial behavior the hellhound much preferred his alone time to wasting his time getting to know the rest of the clan. none of them really mattered to him save for a small number of them. still, he guessed it was a necessary part of clan life to get involved and to make sure he was seen around if he did want to raise in the ranks and prove lucy right. although he was still questioning whether he wanted that or not. "alaksiej," he'd introduce flatly with a cool look about his solid vantablack gaze.

» slamming the rock down hard onto a nail he watched as it burrowed deeper into the wood and began spearing out the other side. at least he was getting somewhere with this waste of time. head lifting slowly, brows furrowing he laid his empty black gaze onto hebe, her words barely registering in his mind as he brought the rock down once again, his black gaze locked onto her face. there was one thing that the child lacked more often than not and that was a thing called subtlety. 'you.' was what he wanted to say, loud and proud. he wanted to take it and swing it over a list of ruiners heads actually. hebe, jace, arya, coincidentally many of them with four letter names. maybe that was a pattern. instead he simply shrugged in response to the priestess' question. he'd hit whoever got in his way with it he guessed so long as he had it on hand.

siej didn't think he was much of a weapon guy either. he was the kind of guy who just wanted to crush someone's skull to a pulp with whatever he could, paws, rocks, his own horns if he had to. just anything to get the job done. brow lifting at jace's words he couldn't help but let a slight twitch grow at the edges of his lips. bandages didn'tmean anything. jace was a lion compared to him, a runt of a hellhound. what would it matter? "why do you say that?" with a loud smack he brough the rock down onto a nail's head, beating it further into the wood.