naturally born hunter

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CONTENT WARNING!

this portrayal of belos bases studies off of late 1600s massachusetts colonialism and the beginnings of puritan religion. there will be ableism, hate speech, and many other heavy topics — none of which the writer condones. be warned; belos is a hateful, manipulative man corrupted by mental decay, fear, and bigoted religious values. proceed with caution. unfollow and hardblock otherwise.

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you  shall  not  escape .

NO. NO, NO, NO, NO.

Stumbling backward, away from the reflection and further into the dark, grimwalker stares at the awful, ugly truth of it–and the ugly truth stares back. There is no staff gripped in his hands, here, nothing for him to grab hold of and ground himself with–nothing, save the cold, terrible gaze of his–his–

“You’re not real,” he gasps. “This isn’t real.”

( the first step, denial, even as his feet march forward and his eyes burn blue. hunter is aware, vaguely, of that awful reality. he refuses to accept it. )

Another stumbling step backward, like that of a newborn deer–uncertain and unsteady as creation puts distance between creator. It’s just a bad dream, or a flashback, or some trauma-induced hallucination–but it feels as flimsy an excuse as hiding beneath the blankets from night-time monsters, nothing but a thin sheet and wavering faith keeping the nightmares and pain at bay.

“Get away from me,” Hunter spits, as saltwater begins to pour in around the ankles.

“     real ?   you wish for a REALITY CHECK ?     ”                claws dig into charred earth beneath corrupted cryptid ,  lunacy prominent on features as the water below begins its treacherous march up his calves. deep, sinking, the pools below begin to swallow him whole, just like how belos' own mind had done once to him before. ah, but it's never that easy to escape your demons.

hand is thrown out ,  branch - vine appendage latching grip taut to half - sunken ankle and  RIPS  its stuckage from the muck to drag hunter towards himself ,  elder's wry grin turning sour the closer he brings nephew.   closer ,  closer yet still ,  never close enough .   philip can  FEEL  the fragment of his brother deep within the grimwalker shudder at his very touch .   oh how it  ANGERS  him .                                 “     what’s  REAL  is that you threw away the  ONLY GOOD THING  in this world ,  all that made you whole !   you aren’t him ,  you never were  -  that was the problem .   a failure ,  MY  failure .   NOT GOOD ENOUGH .   but don’t you worry .    ”

sickly twisted features crack in a perverted angle of neck bending far too out of place as creepy grin crawls along wrinkled smile .               “     we’ll get to fixing you  RIGHT .   NOW .     ”

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“     ah ,  lovely to see you boys getting along .     ”

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. :  @goldenguarded

it’s a mirror ,  one way ,  one sided .      even as the light flickers ,  it’s still you .

until it isn’t .

                      “     h  u  n  t  e  r  .    .    .     ” old voice crackles dimly ,  rattles like death itself .   reflection shifts ,  blurs ,  shapes and morphs into an inhospitable image .   uncle .

“     you really thought you could rid of me  THAT  easily ?   stupid boy .   .   .    we are what you’ve  ALWAYS  craved ;   f  a  m  i  l  y .     ”

mirror washes away ,  melts like wet mache until nothing but the empty halls of mind remain  -  a vast abyss now left to close familial gap  -  even as skinwalker shulks its way towards fear - struck nephew .                     “     together .   F  O  R  E  V  E  R .     ”

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@grimhunts

pious thoughts ,  pious mind .                 accrued by the doubts of the deceitful ,  of the wild furies .

watching from window ,  seeing the streets full of life and teeming with subjects ,  lone emperor scorns the damned from behind mask .   long as a vulture’s ,  beaked maw withholds a scoff ,  a symbol of his hate for the wicked .             barely has he held thought before a twice - folded knock rings ‘gainst scarred ears .

t’is time ,  the man shudders .             o’  holy  light ,  guide me .

“     hunter .    have you brought them ?     ”                 a simple mission ;   retrieve the palismen of a small motley coven of rebellious minds .    passed of to loyal one as ‘betrayers’ .

“     you know how lately my illness bears down ‘pon me .     ”

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chinhands,,, my brainrot for this man is sooooo immense, i’m craving an outlet to ramble on,,, ugh !!!!  loathe it.

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                                             EMPEROR  BELOS 

             MOTH  ./.   22  ./.                                                                                                           HEAVY  TOPICS  TW

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. : @huntedpalis —

O HOLY SON, bid thee a fair night's rest. woe be upon the sinners, the wicked whom shed doubt across thy name--–

evening prayer is interrupted, nightgown puritan rising from cushioned kneel at bedside. worn hand grips taut to duvet as elder rises to his feet, wary of possible eavesdropper. though he often made his lord, his righteous God, known to his presence astray from home, he did have a nasty habit of murmuring under breath's tow. should a wicked soul hear, he'd be doomed to reveal even the slightest flaw from his true hand.

candlewick is held by brass handle, fetched in spry panic that shuffles the emperor of forsaken convention towards quarters' door. hinges groan from his paled grip threatening the knob from its screws as he wrenches his estate free and veers out into the darkened night with his holiest light. candle shines through satanic density, cutting deep through darkness and depravity to cleanse the face of a fallen one.

his golden child.

❛  hunter, my boy. . . what —– what TIME is it ?  what calls you to my aid at this untimely hour ?   ❜

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gently leaves a starter call !

multis please specify for which muse .

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oh, this is going to be FUN.   hello owl house rpc, i’m home.             MOTH  ./.  BELOS of tOH  ./.  22 !

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