O' GREY WOLF —

shootings in the alley /   beasts in the valley bloodborne based indie art / rp est. march 2015 / revamped september 2016 selective / read rules / oc friendly

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Retired Hunter Djura

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my clinical teacher just put me in charge of the entire budget of art supplies for next semester.....

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@seltenheiit​ / cont from X.

          ————— ‘ of all th’ things i do i fink i bandage you up more ‘n any of ‘em . ‘

& words were spoken with the roll of a teasing tongue , azure gaze not once averting from the newly threaded tight wound now closed upon the keg’s bicep . how on earth he had managed to accomplish such a gruesome feat hayes was at a loss , and in truth the spontaneity of the injury had caused the unsolicited rattle of worry to shake through him . understandable it was the grey wolf’s fondness for the dangerous mechanical marvels ( hell , hayes was partial to them as well ) , and so it was difficult for arguments to be made besides the man’s blatantlack of regard for his own personal health .

         ————— ‘ no’ too tight , tha’ , is i’ ? ‘

thumb pressed a feather light pressure beneath where the skin inflamed with the oncoming infection , gauging the way blood returned to recolour the flesh from pale . gaze then rose to meet djura’s for a brief moment , before eyebrows raised to accompany the sigh ( exasperated , and rightfully so ! ) passing through parted teeth . it was almost hurtful the way the old keg simply .  .  . did not care about his own safety , especially when hayes tried his damnedest to express his adoration for the man . & without so much as a thought about it , he leaned forward , pressing a fleeting kiss to the tip of djura’s nose .

        ————— ‘ now please , try t’ look after y’rself , okay ? ‘

HEAD ROLLED TO THE CREST OF HIS CHAIR, teeth gritted & unoccupied arm tip-tip-tapping in squirrelly motion upon the wood's base.

his stake driver had been subjected to a few adjustments, the blade lengthened & hollowed at its base to carry more powder in an attempt to increase its range.  but the springs were lose -- & the keg wasn't STUPID !!  if he were to test the thing horizontally, he was in no mood to brave ladders then beasts for the sake of retrieving his craftsmanship, & so he cleverly aimed for the clouds.

but what goes up...

" no, no, that's good -- "

he slurred in soft voice, body stiffening & still as the gauze pulled taught about his flesh, halting the flood of blood at its source.  as delicate hands released their altruistic grasp & fleeting touch of the lips tickled him, he bashfully turned his wrinkled head into his shoulder and sunk into his chair.  

" come, now.  you know i'm always careful. "

words so blatantly untrue carried reassurance from wizened mouth, & he attempted to hush the subject with the idle wave of his palm.

[djvra]

??.

first came irritation, and he felt fire in his throat like bile. perhaps that fire would have come, if next he did not nearly choke on that very soot which raised before him, combined with all the other foul elements in the smoggy air, and invaded his nose and promptly sent the flame to a fizzle. relian growled a cough.   “  — what makes you so interested in my mouth, mm?  ”   he knew, but still he asked. head lowered to look upon this quaint little man, who possessed the heedless curiosity of a child, a brow perking as the other furrowed to a downward slope. 

" ha !!  there it is !! "

   the grey's heels lifted from their grounding as he retreated to a more suitable distance, hands clasped together before his collar & fingers excitedly intertwined as a crescent grin spread between his cheeks.  such a spirit of inquiry he had long thought dead since his ebbing to the burned city was now reinvigorated with the power of an armada !!

   the man afore him was INCREDULOUS  — arms symmetrical in length, BOTH eyes in tact, & a surprising lack of hair excepting the head's crown — all visible symptoms he'd believed himself a familiar were contradicted by his very sight !!

" you don't carry the scourge, do you ? "

the keg oh-so-tried to appear academic and civilized despite his enthusiasm near bursting from his thin skin.  he laughed & raised his shoulders to his jaw, eye still fixated upon the anomaly.

" i wonder !! — would you even be able to tell ? "

[djvra]

SASKIA.

Less a word, more a declaration. He was so assured of himself, how could he be? Fallen features sunk deeper, chin collapsing to collar bone. Such a rash decision it had been to enter a domain with the distant sounds of crackling flame. Beyond that an eerie…not silence. But a settling. The world beyond those rotting wooden gates awaiting nameless victims to wander into its midst. Join the ranks of the forgotten and abandoned souls. Had she but SIGHT perhaps this would have been avoided.

Claws would not have racked along her back. Teeth would not have clamped about limbs. Pathetic little wails she’d emitted that had drawn attention to herself. Though this one seemed not so unpleasant. Sympathy given to pitiful sobs. Saskia drew arms tighter about herself. Sleep seemed ever pleasant. Groans left her feeble lips as the man drew her upright, head lolling back on her neck. Sightless eyes gazing toward - was it the sky now ? “ Are not all deaths unwarranted? But death doth come to all. ” Weakly her head pushed itself against the man’s shoulder; tattered ruffles more comforting than one would think.

      “ What…? A vial? ” Blurry was the image at the bottom of her sights, small. Almost nonexistent. Blood stained fingertips grasped at its texture to analyze what it might be. “ Possibly…Though, shameful, I am frightened. ”

   SKIN CARVED TO FRESH MUSCLE quivered beneath his grasp, & the retired hunter compulsively jerked away at the embrace upon his shoulder.  he caught himself before she fell to heavy stone, temporarily forcing an abrogation of his instincts for the sake of the poor, poor soul before him.

   it took him too long to realize that she was BLIND — cloudy eyes brimming in milk & ivory as they blinked away the air's unrelenting soot.  he could empathize ( the fear that drowned him as his right bled, the pain overwhelming as he tried to open it only to find more darkness ), & he knew the scourge feasted upon vision like prey but — o, she did not know the blood by its presence !!  why would she come to this town if not for its ministration... ?

   it was a conversation for a more relaxed time, he reminded himself, for when she LIVED.

" not as i stand, "

   djura asserted in response, a string of softly spoken yet strong words reiterated to give her strength & hope.  he shifted his unburdened arm to carry the vial to the outer thigh.

" here, here, " —— consoling & airy expression escaped as he singlehandedly pulled the cap from the syringe ( it c-c-clicked against the stone beneath hunched figures ).

"a measly prick to the femoral artory'll do you well.  you seem a brave lass !!  surely, after braving claws & fangs a little needle shan't frighten you ? "

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@misererenostri​ / starter call. 

   PRIDE & PAST RIVALRIES BURNED IN HIS STOMACH like a million overturned candles, his skin thickening and creasing as wax cooling upon strained drippings.  he recognized that garb — that ornate shawl lifted by smoke in the wind that curved like the snake’s crooked spine — a thick & pale blue undoubtedly washed of endless blood ( purged of its sins, as if holy words were enough !! ).

“ be gone, hunter of the church !! ”

   his voice fell into a fugue of towering echoes from above, payne-gloved digits coiled around his gun’s crank in preparation for when the executioner reached his charge.  doubtless he was of how MERCILESS the saint’s hammer may be — how shattering the wheel could crush !!

“ the righteous have denounced our name & abandoned this district to the pyre.  your very presence here is scorn upon its grave. ”

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[djvra]

*bangs fists on the table* let djura & the suspicious beggar be friends

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@aldrichfaithful / starter call.

   HE WAS OUT OF PLACE, a ragged cloak atop fallen knight’s plate bundled close to waxen skin to keep what little warmth within his body as traces of it released in pale exhale.  the architecture of irithyll was beautiful — astounding !!  such detail & care carved into ornate stone was enough to overshadow a man’s life work, all preserved in a delicate state of steady decay.

   djura would have mistaken the figure for another sculpture looming over the gelid city were it not for the robe’s soft fabric rippled into waves by the wind’s current  & — dear, was the THING looking at him ?  trained arm swiftly took hold of the hilt atop his scabbard, wary to make any more noise lest he startle the giant as creeping legs slowly began a path to its left ( eye unleaving its subject, still uncertain of its intent ).

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@iincendiu / starter call.

“ incredible !! ”

   the man near lept to the other, a desaturated blur of ratty cloth ( & a puff of SOOT that sprung from his garb upon the sudden motion ), all caution of danger discarded by the tempting fascination that washed over him.  wide eyed with open palm grasping a hair’s breadth away from his chest ( as if he could reach out to take them for himself ), he crouched beneath stranger’s strong & ivory jaw in desperate attempt to glimpse those TEETH yet again !!

“ could you — ehrm — open your mouth once more ?  say something vicious, like you just did to me !! ”

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@thequarrelsome

you come into his house.......

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——In the legendary old city of Irithyll situated in the Boreal Valley, the Pontiff Sulyvahn gave this doll to valued subjects, so that they might use it to cross the barrier when they return home. Listen carefully, and you can hear it say, “Wherever you go, the moon still sets in Irithyll. Wherever you may be, Irithyll is your home.”  || Indie and Selective Pontiff Sulyvahn. Written by John.

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