Emperor of Venom

Semi-Selective, Semi-Crossover friendly indie Star Fox roleplay and ask blog for the Lylat's most dangerous tyrant, the emperor of Venom: Doctor Andross. Be sure to read the IC and OOC information for details about the character, headcanons and rules.

[emperor-in-exile]

Chaos consumed the club in an instant as the sound of Leon’s gunshot deafened even the music, the bright flash of the energy bolt shining through the strobe illuminated room as it shattered one of the light fixtures. In an instant, crowds were screaming in fear, first pausing in place, then stampeding towards the exits in a rush.

The armed men who had dispersed among the club-goers began shouting to each other over the chaos of the crowds, some of them being knocked over as they attempt to stand against the tide of people. Leon had his break - even with his small frame, his agility and nimble nature should allow him to ride the crowds to freedom.

As they pushed and shoved, the assassin slipped through the main doors successfully, though not without push or shove. Just when he thought he was free to make a run for it, a large club goer shoved him down into the dirt as he fled the scene. Leon would come face to face with a pair of feet standing right in front of him. Looking up showed who they belonged to...

... as Dr. Andross stood right before the hitman, expression flat and stiff.

[emperor-in-exile]

“Damn... drunk... pedestrians!”, the anole remarks to himself as Leon bequeaths to him the phone booth, which he happily occupies.

The inside of the club was sensory overload. Colors constantly flashed in a strobe, the music was not only loud but powerful as the soundwaves shook and rocked the building. There were dancers all over the floor, exotically dressed individuals on platforms and in colored pods moving their bodies wildly in the chaos of the club. At the tables and counters, various lowlifes and drunkards drowned their lives away in potent Venomian toxins, or engaged in sexual debauchery. It would seem to be the perfect place to hide.

Yet, within moments of Leon sifting into the crowds, the doors were thrown open by a group of armed men - similar to the ones before. They nodded and gestured to one another, and began to disperse into the crowds with their weapons at the ready. Was this a random search and Leon just had rotten luck? Or had they somehow tracked him already? It couldn’t seem possible... but regardless of the how, the point is they were -here-. It wasn’t safe to linger around.

[thegreatpowalski]

emperor-in-exile‌:

The shot rang out across the city skyline. In all honesty, a gunshot late at night was not an unusual sound to hear in a Venomian city. The cops? Venom was a feudal world, where each spit of land was ruled by various warlords, criminal organizations, and worse. The “cops” were always hired guns, black knights who only paid attention to “crime” when it threatened their paychecks. Leon should know this.

Yet it was not enough to comfort his mind. No, that ape who looked right into his eyes through the scope of his own gun did much more than that. Fantastical as that feat alone was, what he actually did was much worse. When Leon tripped over in surprise, he felt something in the back of his mind. It was comparable to the feeling one gets when they suspect they are being watched when doing something wrong… that paranoid sensation that you’re not just spotted, but being looked RIGHT THROUGH like a glass window.

——-

Meanwhile, on the ape’s side of the city, armed guardsmen were already filing out of the building and spreading into the crowded streets, signaling each other as they do so. Inside, Doctor Andross looks to Mortang.

“It seems you’ve attracted some negative attention, Doctor…”, the obese lizard says to him as he maneuvers his chair around the room. Leon’s misfire still came close to the mark, having shattered through the window and impacted on the wall some feet away.

Andross merely sighed, stepping out the door into the street. He glances to Mortang and smirks briefly.

“I know where he is.”

Drat. Someone got to his personal belongings.

Leon had to take a few turns down some streets, hitch a ride on a tricycle, then come to a dank alley to a dumpster where he hid his personal stash of various items he personally owned. Except. Someone got to them, apparently. Likely a homeless bum seaching for some other set of clothing to keep them warm at night. Drat. He ripped open the already hopelessly torn hole onto the plastic bag, checking what was stolen or not. What are missing: some of his back-up knifes, a pair of good boots, rations he managed to steal from one of his tar-… stars damn it all, a make-up kit and one of his dresses?! Damn it all! As Leon rummages through what is pitifully left of his belongings, he realizes now he has nothing to work as a complete disguise should he make it out in public. Which means he’ll have to go out as himself. Drat.

At the very least what was left behind was some loose change in one of his remaining pants’ pockets and a box of cigarettes. Calm down now, Leon. Gunman are a dime a dozen in Venom, especially in this grungy city. Leon sighs as he stands up, taking one stick and placing it in his mouth before he lights it up. He’d have to lower his head, though, as though the building he’s standing next to has a roof, splashes of acid rain still make it onto his face. Guh. It’s itchy. He needs a damn bath, but clean, drinkable water is almost a luxury on this stars-forsaken planet, let alone bathwater. His mind briefly wanders to his youth, when he hated taking baths after rolling around in the mud with his one and only playmate. His gaze empties as his back falls onto the nearby wall and his thoughts wander some more, no longer plastered onto his bungle of a job. Drat. This is his home now. Acid baths and relying on killing people just to eat. There used to be a thrill. Now everything is just… dreadful and monotonous.

….That’s right. The job is bust. His employer is expecting a call now. And he’s going to get a major chewing-out he hasn’t had since he actually started killing people for money.

—————–

“….What happened?!”

Leon exhaled as he places his stolen voice changing device to his vocal cords while he ducked his head within a payphone booth by one of the more dimly-lit bars further down the slums. Typically when he’s out contacting his employers, he’d be wearing something to reduce his visibility… but this is not an option. Maybe he can be safe for now–after all, once again, gunmen are a dime a dozen. Just because he’s the most well-known chameleon assassin in this part of Venom doesn’t necessarily mean he’s the same chameleon assassin who bungled that job.

Or he can lie about the bust. Say something to give him more time. Because whatever truth he had, even he can’t believe it. “….He had company,” he says, mixing fact with fiction. “Someone moved him away from the window and I could not get a clear shot. I need more time.”

“No!! No!! I’m seeing it on the news! Your shot missed! Now he’ll probably be on the run someplace, hiding, and getting more of my rivals eating out of his hand! Do whatever you need to do to finish the job, Powalski! Disguise yourself as a whore or something! Poison his drink! Get closer and faster! I need him dead before I lose anymore of my support! If he’s not dead by tomorrow night, you’re dead!!” And he hung up.

Business is cutthroat, after all. Leon is just grateful he’s being given more time. As he hung up, he grumbles to himself as he now is short on supplies on making an adequate disguise to get closer to Dr. Andross. As he lets the acid rain patter all over the booth, he presses his forehead idly onto the glass in thought. Drat. How is going to get closer to Dr. Andross now? Take up his client’s suggestion? Guh. Maybe he’ll take up the whore suggestion or something. Let’s hope Andross is into lizard boys.

Blegh. He needs a bloody drink.

[emperor-in-exile]

The entire city district was crawling with armed men running up and down the city blocks. They were largely irregular, but there was some consistency among them: they all worse some dark shade of green, they all had peculiar emblems on their arms as well. In groups of three to five, they filed across the streets, shoving passerbys aside and even breaking into local businesses and residences to hunt for Leon.

It was fortunate that as far as Venomians go, Leon is exceptionally ordinary. A plain green chameleon with no significant identifying features aside his yellow stripes across his eyes. With some luck and smart choices, no one would notice-

BANG BANG BANG! There was a rattling on the booth’s frame.

“HEY IN THERE!”

It was a disheveled looking anole draped in a thick tattered overcoat. He banged on the booth’s frame again, raising his voice louder.

“HEEEEY! I NEEEEED TA..... UUUUSE the COOOOMMLIIIINE! HURRRRY UUUUP!”, he yells quiet loudly with a drunken slur to his voice.

He’s quite insistent on using the phone booth it seems, and wants Leon to get out. If not pacified, he’s going to draw attention to Leon!

[thegreatpowalski]

emperor-in-exile‌:

Across the polluted skyline within Leon’s scope, he would spot the target that was given to him. Doctor Andross was a large figure of an ape, about middle aged. His clothes were a well-worn coat and what may have been once dignified clothing underneath, though now it was quite tainted by his time on Venom.

Yet, something was amiss. The exiled ape was not alone in the room Leon had spotted him in… he had company. Reptiles, to be exact. This wasn’t unusual for Venom, as they made up most of the population, but for a Cornerian exile to be freely mingling among them so willingly? It was unusual, to say the least. They were nodding to each other pleasantly… and shaking hands? One of them Leon may even recognize as a local figure of importance: a portly horned toad seated in a hoverchair named Xander Mortang. He was a local politician in the city, one known for attempting (often in vain) to organize the populace into improving their living conditions.

Why would a Cornerian exile be meeting with someone like him of all people, it begs the question. The answer, however, would need to wait, as Andross then turned his attention to the window. No, not the window.

To Leon.

Normally Leon wouldn’t care for company being present among his targets. Normally. Seldom could they do anything to stop a sniper. If anything, they help confirm his client that his target is dead–news would spread, panic would form. But indeed… this time… something was amiss. As Leon would loosen his hand around the pistol grip to reach for the trigger, he notices who precisely makes up Dr. Andross’ company. Other Venomians… those of importance. Wasn’t this filthy ape an upstart stealing air from Venom? Leon knows nothing about Dr. Andross beyond being yet another Cornerian criminal jettisoned into their homeworld and taking their already dwindling resources for himself… up until he sees an actually familiar face. One he can name. A memory…. Leon lowers his scope slightly as his turrets turn away as thoughts run across his mind… remembering… thinking…

’…Where were you at the massacres of Nozie Bie?’

…Stars above. The job. Right. Leon brings the scope back up, relaxing his breath so he can take that careful shot. This one will be fatal, no matter where it hits; if it connected to Andross’ head, there would be no head left. Mortang and all those other witnesses would carry the message to his employer for him simply by running out to the streets screaming. Leon exhales one more time as he struggles some to ignore the furthering stings of the acid rain atop of his head. Careful now. The rifle he has doesn’t bear a laser sight, even with any aids to increase its visibility. There is none–there is no laser at all. Leon has natural stereoscopic vision should both his turrets focus on one object… and yet… even then….

When the Cornerian ape turns his head to look up to Leon….

*SPLASH!!*

Leon falls backwards completely, stumbling over his own tail in surprise and slipping from the rain as he tumbled onto his backside. In his blunder, he drops his rifle, resulting in an echoing misfire. BANG!! Drat!! He’s found out now! For the first time since he was a greenhorn in the assassination business, Leon made a grave–no, fatal–mistake: he not only failed to actually kill his target, he’s also bringing attention to himself when the rifle misfired. No time to think now. Despite being gloved and, therefore, no fingerprints left on his rifle, Leon knows that leaving his weapon behind could risk being traced back to him–if not by the cops, then any of his client’s company making sure he finishes the job. Insurance and all that. Drat, drat, drat, drat. In a panic, Leon picks up his rifle and makes a run for it, gripping the edge of the roof before leaping onto a nearby fire escape. Running, running, running now. He needs to make haste and start blending into the surrounding city before he’s found out. Now.

[emperor-in-exile]

The shot rang out across the city skyline. In all honesty, a gunshot late at night was not an unusual sound to hear in a Venomian city. The cops? Venom was a feudal world, where each spit of land was ruled by various warlords, criminal organizations, and worse. The “cops” were always hired guns, black knights who only paid attention to “crime” when it threatened their paychecks. Leon should know this.

Yet it was not enough to comfort his mind. No, that ape who looked right into his eyes through the scope of his own gun did much more than that. Fantastical as that feat alone was, what he actually did was much worse. When Leon tripped over in surprise, he felt something in the back of his mind. It was comparable to the feeling one gets when they suspect they are being watched when doing something wrong... that paranoid sensation that you’re not just spotted, but being looked RIGHT THROUGH like a glass window.

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Meanwhile, on the ape’s side of the city, armed guardsmen were already filing out of the building and spreading into the crowded streets, signaling each other as they do so. Inside, Doctor Andross looks to Mortang.

“It seems you’ve attracted some negative attention, Doctor...”, the obese lizard says to him as he maneuvers his chair around the room. Leon’s misfire still came close to the mark, having shattered through the window and impacted on the wall some feet away.

Andross merely sighed, stepping out the door into the street. He glances to Mortang and smirks briefly.

“I know where he is.”

[thegreatpowalski]

The Charisma of Dr. Andross

[ @emperor-in-exile​ ]

By the love of the stars, Venom is sick of Corneria sending over its criminals to live in their already struggling dregs of society.

Be it the suffocatingly crowded cities or the primitive villages barely lasting in the wastelands, Venom couldn’t do any worse with Corneria rocketing their filth to feed upon what few resources they already have. Yet here they are, taking up spaces that could have been left for the locals, even if that living space was no bigger than a washing machine piled along the walls for others to squeeze in as neighbors. Water was scarce. Air was barely breathable. One would think society would adapt…. but they’re not. A Venomian would more likely choose to fight with his neighbor over scraps of food over figuring out a mathematical algorithm to calculate how to properly disperse the planet’s population evenly on the already scarce inhabitable spaces. Primitive. That’s how Corneria saw them. So adding upon their problems by exiling their criminals there was not much more than that fancy blue world throwing out their trash to them. And Venom was the landfill.

Venom has had enough. Especially regarding this…. upstart of an ape.

Leon didn’t question the job–it’s just another good, simple killing task. A single shot to the head, then let it be. His target is a filthy Cornerian–the local police won’t bat an eye. Leon did wonder, though, why, it took one of the local CEOs to hire him to off this otherwise unremarkable foreigner in such an… extreme way. Did the boss not have his own personal thugs to take care of him themselves? Couldn’t he just bribe the police to do the job? He doesn’t get it. But eh. The money will be enough to give him groceries for the next month or so. Maybe, this time, he’ll actually afford a damn coat. One that can withstand the acid rains a bit better than this pathetic excuse of clothing. Killing company rivals and political parasites can only pay so much when one lives off the grid, without any personal identification and, therefore, access to niceties like healthcare and rent. Screw that. Leon is already making his plans on how to spend his money after this job is done. There’s that restaurant down at the shopping district, and by the stars, Leon needs an actual treat once in a while.

He positions himself on the rooftop, using the rain as cover. It stings. Leon could say he’s used to it by now, but he doesn’t intend to be up here much longer. No other building around the vicinity of his target has optimal cover, and at the very least, the rain hides him well. He’ll take it. One of his eye turrets briefly spots for any distractions while the other focuses on his target. He exhales, his breath forming a cold mist between the droplets of acid rain. He doesn’t squeeze the trigger yet, though. He doesn’t quite have that clear shot.

“…I got you now… Doctor Andross Oikonny.”

[emperor-in-exile]

Across the polluted skyline within Leon’s scope, he would spot the target that was given to him. Doctor Andross was a large figure of an ape, about middle aged. His clothes were a well-worn coat and what may have been once dignified clothing underneath, though now it was quite tainted by his time on Venom.

Yet, something was amiss. The exiled ape was not alone in the room Leon had spotted him in... he had company. Reptiles, to be exact. This wasn’t unusual for Venom, as they made up most of the population, but for a Cornerian exile to be freely mingling among them so willingly? It was unusual, to say the least. They were nodding to each other pleasantly... and shaking hands? One of them Leon may even recognize as a local figure of importance: a portly horned toad seated in a hoverchair named Xander Mortang. He was a local politician in the city, one known for attempting (often in vain) to organize the populace into improving their living conditions.

Why would a Cornerian exile be meeting with someone like him of all people, it begs the question. The answer, however, would need to wait, as Andross then turned his attention to the window. No, not the window.

To Leon.

[emperor-in-exile]

Have you tried achieving godhood?

“How cute of you to assume that I haven’t done so already. Intellect is POWER, and MY intellect is without equal - meaning my power is absolute! I AM a god, and all of Lylat will realize that sooner or later.”

[startigerteam]

OOC: I actually thought of a way to reconcile Andross’ creation of that acid neutralization device with his desires.  Honestly, this has probably been discussed before, but who cares?  I’m gonna put this out there anyways, especially with recent talks of command again.

Given that Andross’ forces were so destructive, one has to wonder if he was trying to force everyone to leave their planets and become space refugees?  If so, it would make sense, that had he won the war, he’d need to do something to make himself a seemingly benevolent person.  Making the acid seas of Venom into normal water of both salt and fresh varieties would do this.  With Venom as a paradise, it would be very enticing for anyone who lost their homes to move to Venom.  Right where Andross would want them.

See, Andross was smart enough to know that he couldn’t use the device while still fighting the war.  But once he had won, and reduced all other inhabitable worlds to lifeless polluted husks, he’d then use the device to transform Venom.  He’s smart enough to know that it’s much easier to control a society that lives in one place, than spread through out an entire system.  The destruction and pollution of the other life supporting worlds, his creation of the device, his desire to prove he’s the greatest and smartest one out of everyone once going full on stark raving loony.  The device doesn’t contradict anything with a little bit of common sense deduction, and actually paints Andross in a far, far more sinister light.

[emperor-in-exile]

This veers more into my PERSONAL interpretation of Andross more than anything else, but I always just saw it as Andross legitimately cared for the people of Venom and all their abandoned, forlorn lizard poverty. He was gonna win the war and then make Venom Lylat’s new heartland, because he did care for the Venomians and their struggles.

That said, it would also make all the conquered worlds look at Venom favorably too, and with Corneria out of the picture as either destroyed or subjugated, its likely he was considering the ulterior motives too. Andross was a crafty mana fter all.

[urbansaavy-blog]

Echoes

   “Go eat an apple he says. Leave Andrew out he says. Man, I’m beat.” mumbled the spider monkey as he went into his room, removing his shoes, gloves and his jacket revealing his sleeveless shirt before he removed his goggles.

   Eventually, rubbing his headfur with his hand to mess it up a little, he lowered his head sighing in relief before he looked down to the ground in silence as he eventually brought his hands down and saw the healed up scared he had received.

   A grim reminder of his past.

   He closed his eyes and shook his head before he perked up and removed the cover off the bed, went in and covered himself with said blanket.

   “Ah well, maybe a power nap would help out.” he yawned before he eventually closed his eyes and went to sleep without another word.

    While resting, time seemed to had slowed down from the physical world as Simeon chose to sleep. The surroundings around him seem to blur out as he entered into a more dream-like state, give or take.

   The first thing that he was welcomed to was seeing his friend from his childhood who was giggling happily. He still remembered her face, cheerful and friendly, they were also in Corneria with each other in the park.Simeon remembered himself as a happy little child that wanted nothing more than a friend to be with him, all while was his father watching them play together however, the dream turned to a sour note as a storm approached. In a change of events, his friend and father mysteriously disappeared and his sense of security was shattered. While he was looking for them on the way down memory lane, he was being laughed at, criticized and attacked by the others as the storm turned violent, raining down on him, causing him to run faster, only to pause right in front of his once caring father and see him as a monster he never wanted to see.

   As a response, the child kept running deeper and deeper into the streets as it turned to night, aging up to the current form of Simeon as he was running and fighting off Corneria‘s police in pursuit of him with his own powers to manipulate the objects of the surroundings before found himself a shelter in an abandoned place,having lost them in the rush, panting from exhaustion with his heart racing before he slid down against the wall being wet from the rain dripping off from his fur.

   “I didn’t deserve this..I didn’t deserve this..why?” he whispered to himself before he silently sat down and wrapped his arms around his legs, head lowered. “Why my own family? Why my friend? Why those damn dogs?!”

   He was trembling as the silent drips of the night storm from outside was going on, tears ever sliding down his face. He was lost, scared, unsure and most of all, hurting in more ways than one..

“I’m stronger than this..I’m a survivor..I will make it like I always did.” he added. “Nobody will ever take that away.”

   However, he didn’t know what to do and he wasn’t aware that someone else would be in his dream..

@emperor-in-exile​

[emperor-in-exile]

The storm was relentless in the young man’s mindscape. The rain was torrential, blinding with its vast carpets of water in the darkness. Lightning struck with rhythmic beating, the thunder that followed like a drum beat for a march. With every thump, the black sky flashed bright blinding white for but a second. It was on perhaps the fifth or sixth one that Simeon may well notice the next actor in the drama unfolding in his nightmares: a tall, imposing ape looming before him in the distance. Draped in imperial garments, cape flapping behind him in the storm winds, he was otherwise like a statue. A powerful aura emanated from his very being, almost distorting the air around him in a strange purple looking haze. With every lightning flash that illuminated his person, his eyes almost seemed to glow, staring right through any who looked back as if he could pierce the soul itself.

The ape was none other than Emperor of Venom, the infamous Doctor Andross.

[urbansaavy-blog]

   Simeon tried to calm himself down. For so long he hid his feelings away, not because he was insensitive like others say, it’s because they confuse him, lead him astray into situations he can’t handle. However, after a thunder clash from outside, he stood himself up, trying to regain confidence, but for some reason, a strange shiver down his fur came and went. Something didn’t feel right..

   He felt something had invaded into his dream or rather nightmare and whoever it was; they were a very strong presence.

   The truth was that he swore he saw something in the distance as that lightning flashed that time. Another albino that oddly reminded him of Andrew but much more serious, authoritative and older at best..were they somehow related?

   No. Simeon couldn’t believe he asked himself that question, but the lightning made it hard to directly tell. He has a strange feeling that this individual could be more relevant to this than ever, but..how did they get in here? Is this the reason why he’s sensing this abnormal presence coming closer by the moment?

   What such power.

[emperor-in-exile]

Was this visage of Andross an invasion of Simeon’s mind? Or a construction of it instead? It was truly impossible to tell, so warped was the presence surrounding him in this dream storm. As he stood there authoritatively, imposing as a king - and yes indeed this ape thought himself a king - his glinting eyes finally caught sight of Simeon before him clamoring to his feet. Andross barely moved to address him, a slight turn of his head and shoulders was all that was needed, his every action not only carefully calculated but impeccably executed to enhance his intimidating posture.

“Well, well, well..... what is it we have here? A child, lost in a storm, running away? Ah, but he does not even realize what it is he runs from, or why... such is to be expected, I suppose....”, the great ape says drolly.

His voice was a low booming baritone, rife with both confidence and dismissal. It was every bit as calculated as his movements, fully in control of what he says and why he says it, and his point was clearly made. The energy felt from him maintained a consistent aura, never once fluctuating either up nor down, and being so close and hearing him speak seemed to only make it bear down harder on Simeon. This wasn’t just power - it was absolute mastery of that power.

[emperor-in-exile]

REAL SHIT: 🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

No.

Andross holds no misconceptions about the horrible things he’s done in the name of his advancement as emperor of Lylat. He certainly does make efforts to JUSTIFY these actions as needed, but he holds no moral misconceptions over if it is good or evil. He has killed. He has sent followers to die. He will kill again, and send even more to die. This he knows, and this is not what a good person does. However, to become the absolute authority of a galaxy, one has no time for what is good or evil - only what works and making sure that it does. 

[emperor-in-exile]

Ravioli, Ravioli, give me the the formulaoli

“Herbert, set runtime program to catchy beats.”

“Excellent.”

[emperor-in-exile]

Your brain... ...looks tasty...

“Really now? And what, pray tell exactly, could you POSSIBLY mean by that?”, the ape emperor snorted dismissively and with a wave of his hand, removes the stranger from his sight with a powerful psychic energy blast.

“Idiots.”

[urbansaavy-blog]

Echoes

   “Go eat an apple he says. Leave Andrew out he says. Man, I’m beat.” mumbled the spider monkey as he went into his room, removing his shoes, gloves and his jacket revealing his sleeveless shirt before he removed his goggles.

   Eventually, rubbing his headfur with his hand to mess it up a little, he lowered his head sighing in relief before he looked down to the ground in silence as he eventually brought his hands down and saw the healed up scared he had received.

   A grim reminder of his past.

   He closed his eyes and shook his head before he perked up and removed the cover off the bed, went in and covered himself with said blanket.

   “Ah well, maybe a power nap would help out.” he yawned before he eventually closed his eyes and went to sleep without another word.

    While resting, time seemed to had slowed down from the physical world as Simeon chose to sleep. The surroundings around him seem to blur out as he entered into a more dream-like state, give or take.

   The first thing that he was welcomed to was seeing his friend from his childhood who was giggling happily. He still remembered her face, cheerful and friendly, they were also in Corneria with each other in the park.Simeon remembered himself as a happy little child that wanted nothing more than a friend to be with him, all while was his father watching them play together however, the dream turned to a sour note as a storm approached. In a change of events, his friend and father mysteriously disappeared and his sense of security was shattered. While he was looking for them on the way down memory lane, he was being laughed at, criticized and attacked by the others as the storm turned violent, raining down on him, causing him to run faster, only to pause right in front of his once caring father and see him as a monster he never wanted to see.

   As a response, the child kept running deeper and deeper into the streets as it turned to night, aging up to the current form of Simeon as he was running and fighting off Corneria‘s police in pursuit of him with his own powers to manipulate the objects of the surroundings before found himself a shelter in an abandoned place,having lost them in the rush, panting from exhaustion with his heart racing before he slid down against the wall being wet from the rain dripping off from his fur.

   “I didn’t deserve this..I didn’t deserve this..why?” he whispered to himself before he silently sat down and wrapped his arms around his legs, head lowered. “Why my own family? Why my friend? Why those damn dogs?!”

   He was trembling as the silent drips of the night storm from outside was going on, tears ever sliding down his face. He was lost, scared, unsure and most of all, hurting in more ways than one..

“I’m stronger than this..I’m a survivor..I will make it like I always did.” he added. “Nobody will ever take that away.”

   However, he didn’t know what to do and he wasn’t aware that someone else would be in his dream..

@emperor-in-exile​

[emperor-in-exile]

The storm was relentless in the young man’s mindscape. The rain was torrential, blinding with its vast carpets of water in the darkness. Lightning struck with rhythmic beating, the thunder that followed like a drum beat for a march. With every thump, the black sky flashed bright blinding white for but a second. It was on perhaps the fifth or sixth one that Simeon may well notice the next actor in the drama unfolding in his nightmares: a tall, imposing ape looming before him in the distance. Draped in imperial garments, cape flapping behind him in the storm winds, he was otherwise like a statue. A powerful aura emanated from his very being, almost distorting the air around him in a strange purple looking haze. With every lightning flash that illuminated his person, his eyes almost seemed to glow, staring right through any who looked back as if he could pierce the soul itself.

The ape was none other than Emperor of Venom, the infamous Doctor Andross.

[emperor-in-exile]

Morality Meme

⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

👑: Is your muse honorable?

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

🍷: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?

⛨: What would they sacrifice their life for?

💋: How easily are they tempted?

☽: What is their alignment?

⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who's harmed them or the people they care about?

[emperor-in-exile]

//Hey mun of monkeyarrxw/urbansaavy here and I've read all your rules by the way. XD//

((Thank you, nice to meet you! :) ))

[rpstarterss]

Disney Song Starters:

“I think it’s time you and I arranged a heart to heart.”

“Check the grin, you’re in love.”

“The cold never bothered me anyway.”

“Reindeer are better than people.”  

“At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love.”

“Hey, [NAME], not in front of the kids!!”

“Don’t try to hide it.”

“Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it?”

“Too bad you’re gonna miss the girl/boy.”

“I don’t see you anymore.”

“If you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew.”

“Help me not to make a fool of me.”

“Let me share this whole new world with you.”

“When did you last let your heart decide?” 

“You think the earth is just a dead thing you can claim.”

“You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you.”

“Why is my reflection someone I don’t know?”

“Hold your breath, it gets better.”

“I steal only what I can’t afford.”

“I can take a hint.”

“You’re my only friend [NAME].”

“I think it’s time you and I arranged a heart to heart.”

“I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem think skinned.”

“Hey, [NAME], not in front of the kids!!”

“Don’t try to hide it.”

“I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem thick skinned.”

“I’d blame parents except he/she/you/I haven’t got them.”

“Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it?”

“Too bad you’re gonna miss the girl/boy.”

“Can you feel the love tonight?”

“Why was I a fool in school for cutting gym?”

“She/he don’t got a lot to say but there’s something about her/him.”  

“They weren’t kidding when they’d call me, well, a witch.”

“Don’t underestimate the importance of body language.”

“Now I really wish that I knew how to swim.”

“Go ahead, make your choice.”

“You/I don’t know why, but you’re/I’m dying to try. You/I wanna kiss the girl/boy.”

“Poor unfortunate souls in pain, in need.”

“Look at this stuff. Isn’t it neat?”

“I won’t say I’m in love.”

“I wanna be where the people are.”

“Wish I could be part of that/your world.”

“I’m ready to know what the people know.”

“We feel a lot like cattle.”

“Our aching feet aren’t easy to ignore.”

“The only girl who’d love him is his mother.”

“If I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart.”

“Must there be a secret me I’m forced to hide?”

“I can go the distance.”

“When will my reflection show who I am inside?”

“You’re the saddest bunch I’ve ever met.”

“Say goodbye to those who knew me.”

“Heed my every order and you might survive.”

“If there’s a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already one that.”

“Face it like a grown up.”

“Get off my case!”

“I won’t accept defeat.”

“I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried.”

“I have often dreamed of a far off place.”

“Don’t let them know.”

“It’s time to see what I can do.”

“I wanna be like you.”

“Well, I’ve seen worse.”

“I reached the top and had to stop and that’s what’s bothering me.”

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

“I’m right out here for you, just let me in.”

“You’ll bring honor to us all.”

“This is what you give me to work with?”  

[selfish-swine]

HERES SOME MORE FOR GOOD MEASURE

this legit looks fun though huh disney lyrics make fr good conversation starters

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Send me an emotion and I’ll describe how my Muse expresses it non-verbally.

Indifference Anxiety Frustration Excitement Impatience Boredom Sorrow Confusion Lust Disgust Exhaustion Panic Fright Enthusiasm Mischief …Or any other you can think of!

[selfish-swine]

rev up those backlogs

i cleaned it out once I can do it again

[emperor-in-exile]

Your highness, would you mind telling us your opinions of the canine sub-species of the Lylatian race?

“Canines are stubborn, stuck in their ways, my loyal subject. They do not have the forward thinking culture needed to progress Lylat like the apes do, and they impose that conservative mindset on others, cowing them into obedience. Certainly, they are known for being loyal and “just”, but they lack any sort of wisdom to put these values to USE most of the time. They have grown far too comfortable at the top of Lylat’s power structure, and must be deposed of for the system to flourish and grow again.”

“Make no mistake, I have no wish to exterminate the dogs - merely correct the misgivings of their ways and destroy the ones who would defy my new order for Lylat. Once they see the light of things, they will understand it is for the best. Hrmph.”