The Hound, Inverted

[ask/RP blog for “Oleander”, a freshly-awakened Demogorgon of the Fog. Mun is 18+, minors blacklist '#abyssal instincts' before interacting] [rules before interacting] [icon by itsaaudraw]

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Brand New Creature

Ask/RP blog for a newly-awakened Demogorgon (DBD/Stranger Things)

Read Before Interacting:

Rules

Tag List (below cut):

[new noise] {ic, ask replies}

[learning to live] {ic, lore important}

[bolder prey] {ic, rp threads}

[abyssal instincts] {ic, blacklist if minor}

[various screaming noises] {ic, silliness/shitposting}

[blind beauty] {ooc, aesthetics}

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Tunneling

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Oleander has had so much happen around it recently. It has met allied hunters and been peaceful around prey, both things it would have never imagined; that it even had an imagination was a surprise in itself! It has awakened a new feeling in Oleander, like a hunger. A hunger for knowing more, seeking out more prey and learning from them for its own sake, not simply its purpose.

Stalking through its home, Oleander hears something moving on the other side. It smells like a prey, and not one it knows. Perfect! It trills happily before digging into the ground and burrowing to the other side. It can show off its new talking skills now.

{@theshining-lion}

[theshining-lion]

Feng had been kinda just walking around, not having much to do as she skipped through her surroundings, not yet noticing the being.

She had been rather bored recently. It was this time of the entity when none much was happening.. something fun or thrilling should happen, it’d definitely would make a difference for her boring schedule of walking around and trials.

That’s until she heard…a noise..but- she thought she was alone??? The ravenette turned towards where the noise came from, only to see the other worldly being come out of its weird holes. Okay, she wished for excitement but- she wasn’t sure if this would be one she wanted.

[ @entitys-hunting-dog ]

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Oleander pulled itself free from the soil, trilling curiously as it observed the prey turn to face it. Good, sometimes prey that is startled thinks this is a hunt, but if they observe it leaving the tunnels, maybe it will not run! A thick, crackling static echoed out through the fog around them, a small speaker hanging from its neck sputtering to life under the beast’s echoing trills. Through the fuzz came a voice, strange and distorted by the interference. “Finally… Oleander meets prey… This is good, yes…”

It’s really great at talking. Huge strides, here.

[theshining-lion]

Feng was already backing away as the beast came closer, this was already weird. Did she step in its territory or something?–

It’s..speaking. with a small speaker…where did it get tha-

“I’m not prey!”

Feng suddenly bursted out without realising. She had acted out of impulse…she should run, and she knew, but of it wanted to kill her wouldn’t it already have done so?

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Oleander paused, advancing only step or two more and tilting its head. It knew that talking, and… huh.

“…Prey is… prey. Cannot, not be?” The Walkman hissed with static. “Hunter… is hunter, higher self is higher self…” Why did this prey say it is something besides what it is? Maybe it wanted to trick Oleander?

“…What’s your name?” That phrase sounded much clearer than the rest of its speech, almost like a playback of someone else’s words

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Tunneling

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Oleander has had so much happen around it recently. It has met allied hunters and been peaceful around prey, both things it would have never imagined; that it even had an imagination was a surprise in itself! It has awakened a new feeling in Oleander, like a hunger. A hunger for knowing more, seeking out more prey and learning from them for its own sake, not simply its purpose.

Stalking through its home, Oleander hears something moving on the other side. It smells like a prey, and not one it knows. Perfect! It trills happily before digging into the ground and burrowing to the other side. It can show off its new talking skills now.

{@theshining-lion}

[theshining-lion]

Feng had been kinda just walking around, not having much to do as she skipped through her surroundings, not yet noticing the being.

She had been rather bored recently. It was this time of the entity when none much was happening.. something fun or thrilling should happen, it’d definitely would make a difference for her boring schedule of walking around and trials.

That’s until she heard…a noise..but- she thought she was alone??? The ravenette turned towards where the noise came from, only to see the other worldly being come out of its weird holes. Okay, she wished for excitement but- she wasn’t sure if this would be one she wanted.

[ @entitys-hunting-dog ]

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Oleander pulled itself free from the soil, trilling curiously as it observed the prey turn to face it. Good, sometimes prey that is startled thinks this is a hunt, but if they observe it leaving the tunnels, maybe it will not run! A thick, crackling static echoed out through the fog around them, a small speaker hanging from its neck sputtering to life under the beast’s echoing trills. Through the fuzz came a voice, strange and distorted by the interference. “Finally... Oleander meets prey... This is good, yes...”

It’s really great at talking. Huge strides, here.

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Tunneling

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Oleander has had so much happen around it recently. It has met allied hunters and been peaceful around prey, both things it would have never imagined; that it even had an imagination was a surprise in itself! It has awakened a new feeling in Oleander, like a hunger. A hunger for knowing more, seeking out more prey and learning from them for its own sake, not simply its purpose.

Stalking through its home, Oleander hears something moving on the other side. It smells like a prey, and not one it knows. Perfect! It trills happily before digging into the ground and burrowing to the other side. It can show off its new talking skills now.

{@theshining-lion}

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Tunneling

[dumbassdemodoggo]

AAAAHAGAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

[entitys-hunting-dog]

hunting time!

[midnight-radio-host]

He hands off the Walkman and smiles. “Its not a problem, Oleander.. I didn’t even know you could understand things so, yes. Very important. Maybe now you can make some friends with other people.” With not much else he’s sure he can help with he grabs his notebook back from the forest floor, looking over what mapping he had gotten down.

“I need to get back to what I was doing, but we can talk again whenever you want, okay? Just come find me without hunting.”

[entitys-hunting-dog]

It watches curiously as Jude gets up, reviewing the talking for a moment.

“Talking… unfamiliar. This thing… obeys… tells what talking means.” Oleander feels a small pang as it understands that Jude is leaving, but it knows their smell. It will find them again. “Oleander finds Jude… in later. Jude is ally of Oleander,” it decides, starting to get up and turn to walk away, “when it is not killing times… is ally.”

Away it goes, with a new capacity for understanding it’s prey. The purpose it was given with thought, to adapt and know… This is closer, now.

[catbatart]

10K ART GIVEAWAY

Y'ALL! IT'S HAPPENING! Ya girl is approaching the big 10k, so I wanted to do something SPECIAL!

THE PRIZE: -THREE people will receive a full character sheet! (This includes a base, an outfit, and 3 expressions!) -It can be any kind of character (humanoid, fantasy, sci fi, furry, robotic, monstrous, etc.) Nothing hateful or cruel will be accepted.

THE RULES: -Likes are awesome, but only Reblogs will be counted. Multiple reblogs will count multiple times! Do NOT spam reblog, however. It is annoying to everyone involved. -You must be following this blog at the time of winner selection! -You MUST have asks or messages open so I can alert you if you win! -No giveaway blogs! I will be checking! - Three winners will be selected via Random.Org on Sunday, August 15th, 2021 at 6pm EST!

Thank you all SO so much for making this happen! Obviously, the number itself isn't THAT important, but I have met so many awesome people through this hellsite and you all have helped me be able to leave an awful job so that I could do commission work full time. I'm so so grateful to all of your support!

[entitys-hunting-dog]

His formerly eyes can still glitter with curiosity every once in awhile. They did now at the sight of the ‘necklace’ his friend wore. “...What’s this?” (Misplacedmonster)

{@misplacedmonster}

Oleander sits back on its haunches as it sees the other hunter emerge from their derelict nest, growling a little greeting. This one gave it gifts before, so they are good, and now it can show off how it can talk!

The tone of their question is enough for it to understand, so it doesn't even need to make the little box repeat for it. Instead, it settles and shows off its necklace as the thing sputters and statics. "...This is a gift... from prey... this speaks for hunter!" It trills as it's able to show off the trick, scraping at the ground with a couple claws. "And prey gave name to hunter... does this one have name?" It motions forwards as the talking ends, indicating its ally.

[misplacedmonster]

He was still wary approaching the monster, even though they had since become something resembling friends. When the device sputtered to life, the ghoul jumped back—

—It was speaking? In a sense. He watched, listened with his mouth open in surprise. “...A gift?” From a survivor? He felt disheartened. Even an actual beast had more luck getting close to them than he did, but it was exciting to really communicate with it!

“...Name! Yes!” It was nearly forgotten in the excitement. “Y-Yvain...What name were...you given?”

[entitys-hunting-dog]

This time, there was a soft buzzing as the speaker echoed the hunter’s words and gave them to it. ‘Yvain’, that’s their name. This is an interesting name.

“Yvain... yes... Prey gave hunter... Oleander.” It warbles as its name is said, copying the sound as well as it can with its true voice. “Now... Oleander understands Yvain... Yvain understands Oleander.” There’s a whole host of things running in its head now, things it can finally achieve now that it can talk with Yvain.

Again the thing begins to fuzz with static and noise. “Oleander... was gave gift... from Yvain. Oleander is...” There’s a moment’s hesitation-- the thing does not seem to want to speak for it, and it growls before realizing that its own thoughts are a unfamiliar. It sinks back for a moment, thinking to itself and trying to  bring back what it felt when it received the gift of meat. “...Thank Yvain.”

[x-ghxstgirl-x]

🦇 blood moon 🦇

[helpingg]

[maybelsart]

Blood sacrifice

[entitys-hunting-dog]

His formerly eyes can still glitter with curiosity every once in awhile. They did now at the sight of the ‘necklace’ his friend wore. “...What’s this?” (Misplacedmonster)

{@misplacedmonster}

Oleander sits back on its haunches as it sees the other hunter emerge from their derelict nest, growling a little greeting. This one gave it gifts before, so they are good, and now it can show off how it can talk!

The tone of their question is enough for it to understand, so it doesn't even need to make the little box repeat for it. Instead, it settles and shows off its necklace as the thing sputters and statics. "...This is a gift... from prey... this speaks for hunter!" It trills as it's able to show off the trick, scraping at the ground with a couple claws. "And prey gave name to hunter... does this one have name?" It motions forwards as the talking ends, indicating its ally.

[murshroomz-deactivated20230115]

“i’ve been here before?” “yes” “it feels different” “because you’re not dreaming anymore”

[entitys-hunting-dog]

Oleander has wandered this place for a long time. With the talking-box and without, it has wandered. It has seen very strange things.

There are multiple higher selves? This does not make sense, they are all the same, but there are small differences. Oleander notices these now, now that it tries to focus on the small senses and little details that the prey do. It wonders… if it has always belonged to the same higher self. What it remembers from when it was dreaming does not seem the same.

They have other hunters, too, the other higher selves! And other prey, and like them they are often so much the same but then different in small ways. Some do not have others like them, but many do. Sometimes Oleander approaches the others. Often it does not.

Oleander saw another it, once. Not long ago. But… this was not ‘it’. This looked like it and sounded like it, all the small details matched this time, but this was not the same. This moved wrong, no curiosity or thought within. Unthinking and blind to the small senses and thoughts.

Was this one a still-dreaming Oleander? And… if that is so, which one of the two is wrong?

It does not want to think about this.

[maybelsart]

Rosemary and Thyme 

[entitys-hunting-dog]

hunting time!

[entitys-hunting-dog]

{cont.}

Surprisingly, the prey approaches. They must understand, then, there is some satisfaction there. But this new sound, it does not know this sound. A small noise of confusion— “what—” then it realizes. If this box speaks for it, then perhaps it can learn this sound, and others.

There’s a pause as it tries to get the box to respond right… “Name?” The sound rasps out of the box, and it realizes the sound is familiar. This was what the strange thoughts called the recognition-sound prey use for each other, like ‘Steve’ and ‘Nancy’. Why it would have a name, not being prey, it doesn’t understand. “Has no name… Is hunter,” responds the Walkman. “What… name for prey?” It almost sounds curious.

[midnight-radio-host]

Jude takes a moment before sitting down with legs crossed. He was probably going to be here for awhile since the creature seemed interested and this was honestly one of the most exciting things to happen in awhile for him.

He sets the Walkman down between them. If the creature wanted to touch it.. he’d allow it for now. Only because he knew he could get another one from his partner if it was broken. “My name is Jude.” He says, gesturing to himself. “Ah.. Well, we’ll need a name for you too since I don’t know what to call you..” He thinks for a moment, looking the creature over and tilting his head back and forth. Pale and with a flower shaped maw, maybe he could do something with that?

“What about Oleander? We can call you Ollie for short.”

[entitys-hunting-dog]

It pauses a moment before trying to repeat the words— it takes a moment, but it manages to get the box to translate for it. “My name is Jude…” Ah, so it’s recognition sound is ‘Jude’. It chuffs in satisfaction at finally being able to make some understanding with the prey.

But, of course, the prey continues. It listens carefully, tries to direct the box to repeat the words and explain them to it— The prey wants to give it a ‘name’? Why? “Why name… hunter does not need name—”

‘Oleander.’ It pauses at that sound, rocking back a little. It is a… pleasing sound, almost like the prey’s trying to mimic its own trilling sounds. And it has learned that the prey is stubborn if nothing else, so maybe it will be named no matter what. “…Oleander…” It lets the word hang there, thinking. “…Oleander,” it decides, before glancing to the box. “…Jude has talking thing… Jude gives Oleander?”

[midnight-radio-host]

The quick jump from repeating to questioning to accepting a name has Jude excited.Its incredible progress for something he wasn’t even aware held intelligence since it seemed to only hunt and eat. Maybe with this new formed relationship he could have another friend and ally within the fog, one that would be helpful against even some of the killers.

Jude hesitates when Oleander ask for his Walkman. While he doesn’t want to give it away it does seem like the best thing to do to help Oleander speak with others.. and this one wasn’t the original one he brought anyways, that one was long crushed and destroyed.

“Sure, you can have it.” Jude says, smiling at Oleander. “Um.. Lets see..” He uses the ring he was given from the Entity, forming a length of rope and a clip. He gets the Walkman situated on the rope before tying the rope into a necklace. “If you put this on you can carry it with you easily.”

[entitys-hunting-dog]

It— or now ‘Oleander’, but also ‘it’— sees the sudden excitement from the prey— ‘Jude’— as it repeats the name. It shares the feeling, too, trilling at the understanding. This is all still new and strange, but it is beginning to know how the prey thinks, how they are. Understand the prey to better hunt them, that is what it is meant to do. So, this is a step towards that!

The quick wisp of fog startles Oleander a bit, and it backs up a step. What is… no, this smells like the higher self. A gift from them maybe. Still, it is wary as Jude forms a cord out of nothing, making a loop for the box to hang on. —Oh, this is to carry the talking box for it! That settles that. Once this is completed, Oleander moves forwards again, reaching out to take the gift.

“‘If you put this on’… Yes… Oleander thanks Jude… Helps Oleander understand. This is important.”