[b1oodhunt]

𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔵 𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 . reimagined as a multi-fandom original character. written by nika, 26, they/them, est. 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶 𝔦𝔫 . . . surviving a natural disaster created by humanity itself, protecting yourself & others by any means necessary, finding resources (and love) wherever you can find it, and being unapologetically trans/queer.

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[unlore]

Cross grins to be counted in that number, a bright, genuine thing that lights up their face. It's not often that they've been surrounded by allies, exactly - it's not often that they have had the opportunity to feel on the same side as others. At least, not in a long while. It's good. "Tell me about your other allies," Cross demands amicably. "They must be cool. I bet they're cool."

[b1oodhunt]

A low hum slips passed chapped lips, echoing within their respirator with a metallic din. It takes them a moment to decide which ally/friend they should discuss first. "It is only fitting to discuss Walter first. He was a champion in underground boxing rings in his youth. He is also something of an explosives expert. He has a proesthetic arm that doubles as a grenade launcher. He has a very loud and boisterous personality."

[chvtterbcx]

the moment bloodhound grew sentimental on him, his expression softened. bloodhound's words, though candy-sweet, made walter's heart ache. he wound both arms around their waist, dropping his chin down onto their shoulder as he hung onto every word they spoke. he swayed gingerly with them in his grasp, making minimal side-to-side movements.

"aw, houndy... you're gonna have me all misty-eyed," he teasingly complained, though the playfulness waned from his voice towards the end. though he wished he had met bloodhound sooner in life, he couldn't entirely say the same. walter had never loved somebody the way he loved bloodhound. in his youth, he was immature, rash, and chased the call of bonecage fights. he had found pleasure in others, but he never yearned to love another, or to be loved, because he was too busy fighting for fame and glory. 'settling down' wasn't exactly his style.

"we all make mistakes, hound. don't regret meetin' that guy, yeah?" quieter, in a more serious tone, he added, "you wouldn'a liked young fusey anyway." and he was convinced of it. at heart, bloodhound and walter were two very different people. now that walter was older and a little wiser, they made their relationship work — but if this had been even a decade ago, this would've been an entirely different story. "i'm glad i love ya now. i mighta' loved you then, too — but i reckon you woulda felt way different about me than ya do now. i know damn well i woulda taken you for granted if you'd known me then..." he can't even imagine taking them for granted now, but when he was younger and stupider he would've unintentionally done so. it wasn't something that he was very proud to admit, but it was the uncomfortable truth.

[b1oodhunt]

Walter's touch is gentle and warm. A soft, pleased sigh escapes their lips as Walter winds his arms around their waist. Head tilts to rest against Walter's as he embraces them from behind. Gently swaying along with him, a low, thoughtful hum escapes their lips as Walter shares his thoughts. Although are some are quick to brand Walter as impulsive and foolhardy, the man is anything but.

"You are very sentimental, it is not hard to do," they tease with him a poorly suppressed chuckle. There's no use lingering on 'what ifs,' but they truly do wonder what their life would have been like if they hat met sooner, especially if the two of them had met before they met Boone. Boone was a liar. A handsome, sweet talking one but a liar all the same. Walter has his faults but Bloodhound has never wondered or worried about Walter lying to them.

"Everyone is a fool when they are young." They reply, although they wouldn't change how or when they met. Some things happen for a reason, and they're thankful they met Walter when they did. "I watched some old videos of you a few days ago. You may have been a fool but you were quite handsome." A deliberate, playful pause, then, "you still are. Perhaps even moreso now." Their head shifts a bit so they can turn and press a kiss to Walter's temple. A scarred hand drifts to rest on top of one of Walter's. "I would have liked to fight you at least once when we were both younger. I was faster back then."

[raineswrld]

-ˋˏ [Loba, Sparrow, and Bloodhound matching black,white, and red skins] ˎˊ

—> Apex Lycanthrope, The Intimidator, and Malocchio

—> Alternatively, Off The Record, The Intimidator, and Malocchio

—> Arms Dealer, Plague Doctor, and Midnight

[bladesout]

There's a soft nod, almost as if to say 'don't mention it'. Otherwise, she remains silent - focused on the current task. No one else. Even though it doesn't sit well with her, she has to keep hold of whatever positive thoughts she has left. There's still one survivor, she can get them out of this mess. Finishing up the patch job, eyes scan for signs of additional injuries. ❝ Are you hurt anywhere else? ❞

[b1oodhunt]

"I am, but I have already attended to them," Bloodhound confesses with with a soft sigh. They truly haven't managed to catch a break today. From the bruises blossoming along their ribs, to their sprained ankle, to the gash she is helping bandage, it feels as though it is is easier to name the few spots not injured than the areas damaged. "This village is not salvageable. You are the first person I have seen that is not infected. Unless you carry a cure we best retreated from this cursed place."

[thelxstdrow]

ᒥ🕷ᒧ—     As soon as the food hits the ground, Nym's back leg wiggly for balance before she pounces on the meat. Indeed, her long fangs stab into the piece of jerky, having no trouble piercing through where she injects venom into the ground. The next part is unsightly and similarly hard to hear with all the squelching.

Rinnill chuckled and watched his pet, far too used to her terrible table manners. He turns and coughs hoarsely into his elbow, throat having been agitated by his laughter. Once the small fit passed, his exhaustion looked more apparent. The yellow of his irises seemed deeper, his pallor more pronounced, and he flopped back onto the ground. "I think...I think I might have to sleep..." Something he dreaded dearly, for nightmares filled his head whenever he gave into the rare call of sleep. Sleep was a rare thing for elves, but there were times where even the beings of fey ancestry couldn't avoid it.

[b1oodhunt]

Nym's excited wiggles reminds Bloodhound of a cat pouncing after a mouse. With a bemused chuckle they watch her long fangs sink into the jerky. Watching her eat isn't too bad. The sound, however... With their heightened hearing it feels like it echoes and they briefly wince as they adjust to it.

Although Arthur is a quieter eater, his manners aren't much better. IT's an ongoing battle to train the clever raven to not beg or steal food. Thankfully as long as Bloodhound is within eyesight the bird at least hesitates before being naughty. "Rest, I will take first watch." Although hesitant to comment on it because they do not want to offend him, they add, "you look like you need the rest more than me at the moment."

[chvtterbcx]

"i was just thinking the same!"

when bloodhound left the room, natalie did the same, making sure the door shut quietly behind the pair on the way out. she had a little more of a pep in her step compared to when she first intruded upon the hunter's relaxing night, evidently elated to be around good company. she folded her hands together behind her back and attempted to match her pace with bloodhound's. she was in no hurry to reach the kitchen.

"you said you were... 'fond' of reading in bed," she began, trying her best to make some small talk on the way to their destination. she kept her voice close to a stage whisper, trying to avoid waking anyone else up. "what is it that you are reading? i do not read many books—" natalie did read, though it was typically a manual or a factual book of some kind. "—but i would like to hear about it anyway! tell me about your interest!"

[b1oodhunt]

"Great minds often think alike," Bloodhound compliments her with a small but nevertheless warm smile." Although their steps are a bit less energetic than hers, due to taking longer strides, they keep pace with her with ease. While she walks with her hands folded behind her back, they walk with one resting in the pocket of their (technically Walter's) sweatshirt, the other dangling by their side.

"I like to read a little bit of everything. Fiction, mystery, fantasy, poetry..." Bloodhound explains with a soft shrug. "Sometimes I manage to convince Walter to read with me. Although he prefers to be read to." As an image of a sleepy Walter flashes across their brain, they add, "he tends to fall asleep when I read to him, however."

[b1oodhunt]

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[b1oodhunt]

my reply speed does not indicate a level of interest. I've just been going through a lot physical and mental health wise and in turn have had to job hop a lot this year. I appreciate anyone who has stuck around

[b1oodhunt]

PLANNED BLOG / ACTIVITY ROTATION

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[unlore]

Cross nods thoughtfully. They smile, a bright, there-and-then-gone, sunshiney kind of thing that is nonetheless completely sincere. "You don't have to worry about me. I know not to touch people if they don't want it. Or without asking first." It's not actually always easy for them to do that. Cross is impulsive, fuelled by random flights of fancy and stabs of desire - sometimes they want to touch, want to put their hands on things. Sometimes they have done so before they realise. But - they do know better. It has been drilled into them as important. "Do you have many allies?"

[b1oodhunt]

"You are kind and considerate, that I know to be true," they assure them with a small nod of armored head. Although in many ways Cross can be impulsive, jumping into fights and such, they are respectful of boundaries. "I much prefer quality over quantity. I have five allies I rely on heavily." They pause, warmth making their voice sound a bit lighter as they add, "although including you that number would more accurately be six."

[b1oodhunt]

playing around with a potential unmasked version of houndie in the dragon's dogma character creator

[blightbloom]

sayén listens attentively, her head tilts in a birdlike way. she does not argue with the assessment — she trusts what their senses tell them. but the avoidance from a hostile creature is admittedly puzzling to her.　“i believe you.”　she says softly, her voice undisturbed by the weight of the moment.　“but, why do you think they are waiting? are they, perhaps, not sure about us?”　her voice trails off as the question hangs, and her gaze turning toward the treeline, scanning for movement or anything else she might pick up.　“i could try banishing them.”　the elven priestess then offers suddenly, out of the blue.

[b1oodhunt]

Not all hostile creatures act immediately. Some like to stalk and study their prey. Whoever or whatever is following them has a fast beating heart, anticipating a conflict but they don't initiate the fight. They seem to be waiting for the two of them to drop their guard or grow tired from travelling. "There is a potential for hesitancy, that is true." Bloodhound agrees with a nod of armored head. "I will watch over you if you wish to try banishment."

[chvtterbcx]

walter finally put a bit of space between himself and bloodhound, his hips pressed back into the kitchen counter as he leaned against the hard surface. "well, ya wouldn't be the first person who's taken a part offa ol' fusey." between losing an eye back on salvo and an arm to maggie's wrath during an argument, he's already missing a few body parts. what's one more to add to the list? "'sides, it's just one finger, yeah? i'm already missin' five!" he wiggled the fingers on his prosthetic for emphasis, a short laugh accompanying the action.

the kiss that was feathered along his cheek made his bright smile soften, and he felt his old heart skip a beat; bloodhound's gestures of affection still affected him as though they were new. "bit of both, i reckon." something playful threaded its way into his voice as he continued, "but ya never did mind a li'l distraction from me, did ya, love?"

he stepped away from the counter to wind his flesh arm around bloodhound's waist, turning more towards the stove where they had been cooking. he took in a deep breath, inhaling the food's delightful aroma. whatever it was that they were cooking, it made his empty stomach growl.

"if ya need a hand, i've got two." walter leaned forward to plant a dramatic yet loving kiss against bloodhound's cheek. he couldn't help but to be touchy and openly-loving with the other, now that they allowed it — as long as they wanted it, of course. "i would just stand here 'n' look pretty, but it seems like you're already fillin' the role of lookin' pretty."

[b1oodhunt]

"I am well aware of your missing appendages, Walter," they tease him with a fond smile and less than subtle roll of brown eyes. Walter's presence, although distracting, is a welcome one. He is warm like the sands of Salvo, his warmth both a literal feeling and a metaphorical one. He has an outgoing personality that compliments their more cool and calm one well. They balance each other out in that sense. Knife slides across cutting board as they chop fresh meat into cubes. They make a point to tuck the knife into the sink and wash their hands before reciprocating Walter' touch.

"I would much prefer you to keep your fingers," they remind him, cheek coming to press into his shoulder as they lean into him. A hand comes to rest atop the one wound around their waist. With a soft hum, they confess, "you are my favorite kind of distraction, that is true." Their face soon tilts upwards, like a flower turning toward the sun as Walter kisses their cheek once more. "Once I get the stew simmering you may distract me more."

Vegetables and broth join the meat in the pot as they turn the temperature of the burner down. Although this is hardly the first time Walter has complimented them and flirted with them, a rosy hue flashes across their scarred face. A soft pause passes before they speak further. "Sometimes I wonder what our lives would have been like if we met sooner. I made a mistake by trusting Boone, by loving him. You are different than him. Better than him." A strand of reddish-brown hair slips free from their braided ponytail, falling into their face as they add, "no one can change the past but I would have enjoyed the opportunity to start loving you sooner."

[billyandhismultiples]

This was definitely one of the more interesting missions he had been on, but at least the partner he's paired up with this time around was someone intelligent and pretty friendly. Usually it was neither.

They seemed to know what they were more so primarily doing though, so with no issue he'll let them take the reigns of what should be done next if they had an idea.

"Lay it on me, Blood. I'll follow ya lead with this one 'cause I gotta feelin' ya got more an idea 'bout whatcha talkin' 'bout with this than I would, so I trust ya, félagi fighter." He grinned a bit at the other, happy to use the platonic term back at them.

[b1oodhunt]

Bloodhound's heightened senses allow t hem to detect things most can not. He can hear the distant shuffling of multiple sets of feet, they can smell their anxious anticipation of their and Billy's heroric intervention, they can smell gun oil and the harsh sent of explosives. Their enemies are armed to the teeth. However strength isn't everything.

With amused chuckle as Billy reciprocates the nickname, they add, "we must herd them, like cattle. I can smell the mold in the dock. The wood is weak. We can topple the dock, sending them into the ocean below. In the strong current their guns will not matter. They will be thrown upon the shore and there we will contain them, water logged forms and all."