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I would have drawn a ton of more stuff but my drawing pen broke a while ago.

Although the stuff I had made wasn't that great, I like to think I was starting to get the hang of digital. I'll probably not get to keep improving because of this, though. Eh, just as well that happened. I'm far more used to regular pen and paper.

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A welp raised by the shepherd is still a wolf at heart.

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Food

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Jeff saw the fog roll in around him and he spun, trying to gather his bearings as he sought a way out. But, unfortunately for him, the fog surrounded him in a thick wall. He was trapped. A soft growl escaped his lips.

He was cut short by something wet and slimy dripping down his shoulder. He shuddered and another came to wrap around his waist, seemingly cleaning the blood off of his hoodie. Jeff tried to jump back, but to no avail. The creature had wrapped it’s appendages around him, wriggling as they cleaned him of the external blood. Jeff figured this and wrestled with the creature more, not wishing to find out how it’d get the blood inside of him out.

He took a hold of his knife and slashed at the appendages. He created a deep cut in one of the slimy tendrils.

"Get the hell off me!"

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It did, and quickly when part of itself was cut off- retreating back into the dubious treeline. It had not expected that at all, and was only now trying to think this through.....while the piece that had been left behind squirmed as the water filling it poured out, and continued to flop around like a dying fish long after all the liquid had been absorbed by the ground.

It decided to get down to ground level and simply follow, where it would have no chance of surprise but a much, much higher chance of not losing any more parts and more accurately cleaning the "china plate". It slithered back down the tree, all but completely part of the mist for those damnable black eyes that to say they didn't quite fit in with the rest of the translucent creature would be an understatement.

#Sorry for shortness.#Phasing out this character for a more mature reasonable version.

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Send my muse an outfit you want them in. "I want to see you in a _____"

The Twist: They have to wear it.

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A welp raised by the shepherd is still a wolf at heart.

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Okay, I'm definitely starting over.

New blog, new take on this character, new (and hopefully better) navigation- basically going to either delete this one or abandon it once it's done.

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"Give it back"

“Nø." The Cyberghost snapped stubbornly, holding the object close to his chest, his eyes locked on the other’s. "Iт’š мıиe иøω.”

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"But…but….," it whimpered with the difficulty of someone too upset to think of the right thing to say, "but……" It melted into a small tantrum, with noises making up for tears it could not physically shed. If you wanted to prove something, at the very least it was now clear that despite however quiet it usually was, it could really yell.

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The entity snickered at the pathetic whimpering, a cruel smile stretching onto his pale lips as the amusement from taking the other’s object grew. BEN found entertainment in the most worst ways; torture, torment, stealing, people other’s suffer, etc. and this was defiantly curing his boredom.

“Bυт, вυт, вυт. Tħαт ıšи’т gøıиg тø geт ıт вα¢κ." The Cyberghost teased, his voice glitching and distorting so badly his words were only a tiny bit understandable. His clawed hands quickly cupped over his abnormally long ears as it started to make noises, his sensitive ears ringing painfully.

“Oκαч! Oκαч! I’łł gıνe ıт вα¢κ! Jυšт šħυт υρ!" BEN demanded in an almost begging tone of voice.

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It took a while for it to quiet down, even with the relinquishing of the unfortunately waterlogged and degrading toy. Perhaps it was partly due to the shellshock; perhaps it was because he was drowned out (no pun intended) by the wailing. But it did stop eventually...although lasting damage couldn't be safely ruled out.

#ooc #sorry this character is being phased out #new blog coming

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Who Are You? (Alternatively, 'You Little Shit.')

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The sound of the crate breaking was almost music to his ears, as it meant that the thief had messed up and would surely be incapacitated, or at least unable to escape. He felt like giving himself a metaphorical cookie before he teleported to the very edge of the light the dying campfire gave before shortly getting up and teleporting behind the fallen thief, sure to grab hold of him. A very strong hold. Might even hurt.

"Gotcha, you little shit." he smirked.

This level of joy was one he hadn’t felt in a long time, because not only did it mean that it was close to the end of his brief “vacation”, as a matter of fact tomorrow he would’ve returned, but now he could bring a victim with him. Now, all he had to do was get a good look at the victim before it would be tainted by blood and scars. So out came the flashlight.

Of course, what he got wasn’t what he expected.

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It stiffened, only now seeing the whole picture. It wasn't that hard, in hindsight....although once the light came on, it found itself blinded. Involuntarily it reeled, curling up to protect its eyes from the stinging pain combined with the sudden flash.

There was someone behind it, leaning over them- it was more than just obvious now. Had they seen its face? Had they realized that things were...lacking, and others in excess? What would they do? Different possible actions, scenarios, and outcomes raced through its physically unbound mind. Should it attack? Flee? Just lay here?

It didn't know- imperfection was the most universal thing. Not even machines could be so, even though they were rendered to be as close to it as possible by the imperfect minds that built them. But it was not possible to be perfect, not all the time. Mistakes were just as universal.

It did not move from its false position of deference, hiding its face with as much shame in being caught as uncertainty of what would happen next.

Sorry, might be on haitus for a few more days.

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I could make short starters too..

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