Playground's Hellhound

Fantasy AU Coil blog

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☾ Huff... I'm only here because of Ego... ☾

I don't... Really know how to do this because whatever. I'm Hellhound, one of the knights of Playground or whatever. Er well- I guess I'm more of a "healer" than a knight, but that's doesn't matter. I'm only here because of my friend Ego... He's the whole reason I'm alive honestly.

◑ Rules -> Sure thing, ask this dog some dirty stuff. -> Be... Kind or whatever. -> Don't piss me off. You won't like what I'll do to ya. -> I'll come back with more later...

-> YAAAAAAAY AU COIL BLOG LET'S GO!!!!! Since Coil doesn't like... Have any other skins besides Coil 2.0, I'll eventually make a reference for this Coil!!!! Big dumb werewolf dog man... -> He's in the same universe as my friend Disco's Ego blog [ @captain-of-playground ] and my Eggbox [ @dove-conductor ] !!!!!! -> Hound is, by all means, still a wild animal who's trying to get used a more like- "Normal life", so he isn't the friendliest with strangers, but he's still approachable!!!! Don't be shy <:) -> Any and all interactions are welcomed!!! -> Icon was from Google... -> IC answers will be in ORANGE/RED -> OOC answers will be COLORLESS -> Lore/HCs post here -> Enjoy :>

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The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

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-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

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-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

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-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

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"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

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-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

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-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

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"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

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"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

His one eye wides as he ran to a shadowed corner and disappeared into it, trying to teleport to the down so he can catch the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound was lying at the bottom of the stairs, growling and trying to chew at the enchanted chains that kept his arms bound together. The muzzle had broken off from impact luckily enough... "Fuckin'..... Cold...."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach came out from the shadows and ran to the Weredemon. He looked over him before he started trying to and pull at the chains himself.

“I’ll get you warm, promise”

He had the idea of shooting them but…it could injure the other if he missed…he kept on guard though, ears moving in every direction to hear any upcoming attacks.

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"Fuckin'.... I-I can't feel much of my body right now... F-Fuckers took my everything! I can't...." -> He hunches forward slightly and holds out his arms, just letting the sianach try and get the chains off him. "Wanna go home.... It's too cold..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’ll get your home I promise….your gear has to be here somewhere as well…”

He took a deep breath before focusing all his cursed energy into his strength and crushed the chains into pieces. Afterwards he took off his coat and laid it over Hound.

“Come on…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's eyes were a little unfocused as he stared up at the sianach. He shook his head and slowly got up to his feet. The coat didn't do much to cover his massive form, but Hound was still appreciative. "Why.... Why did you come here, sianach?" -> Now wasn't the time for questions, but Hound was just dying to know why someone like Sia, the guy who's crystal Hound has stolen, came here to help him.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“The Dragon knows where all cursed kin are…unfortunately….”

He looked around, trying to see if there was a way out. He was very…skeptical…it can take be this easy…it was never this easy with Blackrock.

“Keep yourself on your toes.”

He reached up between his horns causing the gem to glow before popping a duplicate of it into the Sianach’s hands. He handed it over to Hound, it was radiating a faint warmth to it as it spun.

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-> Hound took the crystal and held it within his massive furry hand. He could feel a faint pulse from it, the same pulse he felt from his own crystal. "Thank you. Even if you're only doin' this because I'm... Kin or whatever." -> He holds the crystal and tucks his tail between his legs. "We.... We came in through some back door in that alchemy room. They stuck all sortsa things into me so that I couldn't break away from 'em..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’m doing it for my brother. He’s close with that little otter knight that tried to capture me….that your friends with.”

He started to head to the alchemy room. He knew Blackrock castle well it seemed…

[full-moon-curse]

"I know there ain't gonna be a chance for 'Bworder to tell you this 'imself. But that little prince of yours convinced 'im to stop goin' after you. Havin' friends in high places gets ya some good shit, don't it?" -> Of course Star would step in, that little star seemed to do that quite a lot for whatever reason. -> He followed behind the sianach, trying to keep his fur as fluffed up as possible. Fuck, it only felt like it was getting colder and colder by the minute. "Little guy might be a criminal to Playground, but the general seems to 'ave some respect for 'im." -> What?

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Criminal? Hmm. Good to know.”

He continues to gently press his feet against the floor. Despite not being as fluff as Hound he seemed to not kind the cold…

“I suppose your general has favorites. Surprised he doesn’t go after me himself.”

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"Favorites.... More like he don't wanna hear 'Bworder whine. By all means ya little prince shouldn't even be allowed in Playground. But since he's normally always with 'Bworder or that big ol' bird of his then well... No one can really do anythin'." -> The alchemy room was empty except for those two bodies that Sia had shot dead earlier. Hound took a glance at them, a light snarl escaping from his throat before he shook his head. "I want to find m'clothes..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Look for your clothes. I’ll find your gear.”

He walked off, looking around and picking up certain things and stuffing them in a bag…

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon's gear was set up on one of the many little tables in the room, but unfortunately it looked like someone had been starting to take it apart, separating the tubes from the metal rings that wrapped around the hound's wrists and upper arms. And it looked like the collar part was missing...? -> No wait- Hound, who was currently trashing shit to find his clothing, had the collar part still wrapped around his neck. Odd little marks on the hound's body showed where the tubs connected to the backs of his shoulder blades.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach sighs in annoyance before getting to work and starting to fix it with the tools available. His stupid tinkering side with gears and other things came into play at times like these…

[full-moon-curse]

-> All sorts of crashing noises could be heard from behind the sianach, seems like Hound was making a real mess just to fuck with these Blackrockian fucks. "Finally!" -> His tail wagged as he took off the sianach's coat, putting on his actual clothing and slinging the other's coat over his shoulder.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach got the gear back together and mentally celebrated himself for doing so. He picked it up and brought it it over to the other.

Sianaches were very strong beings…

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's tail wagged as he noticed the sianach coming over with his gear, instantly snatching it up and starting to reattach it to his body.

"Thanks, Sia. Here."

-> He holds out the other's coat to him. Despite how big and generally threatening Hound seemed to be, he was looking more like an excitable puppy right now.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He grabbed his coat and just put it over his shoulders, letting the sleeves free. He was happy the other was finnaly relaxing. Although he knew they shouldn’t…somthing didn’t feel right. He expected Blackrock castle to be more….heavily guarded…

“We better get moving…”

[full-moon-curse]

"Yeah... Somethin' don't feel right. Just... This itch."

-> He stretched his limbs out slightly, reaching back to scratch at the little holes in his body from all of those needles.

"I need... To get to point dexter and have 'em check me out... Dunno what was in that stuff..."

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

[full-moon-curse]

"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

His one eye wides as he ran to a shadowed corner and disappeared into it, trying to teleport to the down so he can catch the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound was lying at the bottom of the stairs, growling and trying to chew at the enchanted chains that kept his arms bound together. The muzzle had broken off from impact luckily enough... "Fuckin'..... Cold...."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach came out from the shadows and ran to the Weredemon. He looked over him before he started trying to and pull at the chains himself.

“I’ll get you warm, promise”

He had the idea of shooting them but…it could injure the other if he missed…he kept on guard though, ears moving in every direction to hear any upcoming attacks.

[full-moon-curse]

"Fuckin'.... I-I can't feel much of my body right now... F-Fuckers took my everything! I can't...." -> He hunches forward slightly and holds out his arms, just letting the sianach try and get the chains off him. "Wanna go home.... It's too cold..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’ll get your home I promise….your gear has to be here somewhere as well…”

He took a deep breath before focusing all his cursed energy into his strength and crushed the chains into pieces. Afterwards he took off his coat and laid it over Hound.

“Come on…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's eyes were a little unfocused as he stared up at the sianach. He shook his head and slowly got up to his feet. The coat didn't do much to cover his massive form, but Hound was still appreciative. "Why.... Why did you come here, sianach?" -> Now wasn't the time for questions, but Hound was just dying to know why someone like Sia, the guy who's crystal Hound has stolen, came here to help him.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“The Dragon knows where all cursed kin are…unfortunately….”

He looked around, trying to see if there was a way out. He was very…skeptical…it can take be this easy…it was never this easy with Blackrock.

“Keep yourself on your toes.”

He reached up between his horns causing the gem to glow before popping a duplicate of it into the Sianach’s hands. He handed it over to Hound, it was radiating a faint warmth to it as it spun.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound took the crystal and held it within his massive furry hand. He could feel a faint pulse from it, the same pulse he felt from his own crystal. "Thank you. Even if you're only doin' this because I'm... Kin or whatever." -> He holds the crystal and tucks his tail between his legs. "We.... We came in through some back door in that alchemy room. They stuck all sortsa things into me so that I couldn't break away from 'em..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’m doing it for my brother. He’s close with that little otter knight that tried to capture me….that your friends with.”

He started to head to the alchemy room. He knew Blackrock castle well it seemed…

[full-moon-curse]

"I know there ain't gonna be a chance for 'Bworder to tell you this 'imself. But that little prince of yours convinced 'im to stop goin' after you. Havin' friends in high places gets ya some good shit, don't it?" -> Of course Star would step in, that little star seemed to do that quite a lot for whatever reason. -> He followed behind the sianach, trying to keep his fur as fluffed up as possible. Fuck, it only felt like it was getting colder and colder by the minute. "Little guy might be a criminal to Playground, but the general seems to 'ave some respect for 'im." -> What?

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Criminal? Hmm. Good to know.”

He continues to gently press his feet against the floor. Despite not being as fluff as Hound he seemed to not kind the cold…

“I suppose your general has favorites. Surprised he doesn’t go after me himself.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Favorites.... More like he don't wanna hear 'Bworder whine. By all means ya little prince shouldn't even be allowed in Playground. But since he's normally always with 'Bworder or that big ol' bird of his then well... No one can really do anythin'." -> The alchemy room was empty except for those two bodies that Sia had shot dead earlier. Hound took a glance at them, a light snarl escaping from his throat before he shook his head. "I want to find m'clothes..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Look for your clothes. I’ll find your gear.”

He walked off, looking around and picking up certain things and stuffing them in a bag…

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon's gear was set up on one of the many little tables in the room, but unfortunately it looked like someone had been starting to take it apart, separating the tubes from the metal rings that wrapped around the hound's wrists and upper arms. And it looked like the collar part was missing...? -> No wait- Hound, who was currently trashing shit to find his clothing, had the collar part still wrapped around his neck. Odd little marks on the hound's body showed where the tubs connected to the backs of his shoulder blades.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach sighs in annoyance before getting to work and starting to fix it with the tools available. His stupid tinkering side with gears and other things came into play at times like these…

[full-moon-curse]

-> All sorts of crashing noises could be heard from behind the sianach, seems like Hound was making a real mess just to fuck with these Blackrockian fucks. "Finally!" -> His tail wagged as he took off the sianach's coat, putting on his actual clothing and slinging the other's coat over his shoulder.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach got the gear back together and mentally celebrated himself for doing so. He picked it up and brought it it over to the other.

Sianaches were very strong beings…

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's tail wagged as he noticed the sianach coming over with his gear, instantly snatching it up and starting to reattach it to his body.

"Thanks, Sia. Here."

-> He holds out the other's coat to him. Despite how big and generally threatening Hound seemed to be, he was looking more like an excitable puppy right now.

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

[full-moon-curse]

"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

His one eye wides as he ran to a shadowed corner and disappeared into it, trying to teleport to the down so he can catch the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound was lying at the bottom of the stairs, growling and trying to chew at the enchanted chains that kept his arms bound together. The muzzle had broken off from impact luckily enough... "Fuckin'..... Cold...."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach came out from the shadows and ran to the Weredemon. He looked over him before he started trying to and pull at the chains himself.

“I’ll get you warm, promise”

He had the idea of shooting them but…it could injure the other if he missed…he kept on guard though, ears moving in every direction to hear any upcoming attacks.

[full-moon-curse]

"Fuckin'.... I-I can't feel much of my body right now... F-Fuckers took my everything! I can't...." -> He hunches forward slightly and holds out his arms, just letting the sianach try and get the chains off him. "Wanna go home.... It's too cold..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’ll get your home I promise….your gear has to be here somewhere as well…”

He took a deep breath before focusing all his cursed energy into his strength and crushed the chains into pieces. Afterwards he took off his coat and laid it over Hound.

“Come on…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's eyes were a little unfocused as he stared up at the sianach. He shook his head and slowly got up to his feet. The coat didn't do much to cover his massive form, but Hound was still appreciative. "Why.... Why did you come here, sianach?" -> Now wasn't the time for questions, but Hound was just dying to know why someone like Sia, the guy who's crystal Hound has stolen, came here to help him.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“The Dragon knows where all cursed kin are…unfortunately….”

He looked around, trying to see if there was a way out. He was very…skeptical…it can take be this easy…it was never this easy with Blackrock.

“Keep yourself on your toes.”

He reached up between his horns causing the gem to glow before popping a duplicate of it into the Sianach’s hands. He handed it over to Hound, it was radiating a faint warmth to it as it spun.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound took the crystal and held it within his massive furry hand. He could feel a faint pulse from it, the same pulse he felt from his own crystal. "Thank you. Even if you're only doin' this because I'm... Kin or whatever." -> He holds the crystal and tucks his tail between his legs. "We.... We came in through some back door in that alchemy room. They stuck all sortsa things into me so that I couldn't break away from 'em..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’m doing it for my brother. He’s close with that little otter knight that tried to capture me….that your friends with.”

He started to head to the alchemy room. He knew Blackrock castle well it seemed…

[full-moon-curse]

"I know there ain't gonna be a chance for 'Bworder to tell you this 'imself. But that little prince of yours convinced 'im to stop goin' after you. Havin' friends in high places gets ya some good shit, don't it?" -> Of course Star would step in, that little star seemed to do that quite a lot for whatever reason. -> He followed behind the sianach, trying to keep his fur as fluffed up as possible. Fuck, it only felt like it was getting colder and colder by the minute. "Little guy might be a criminal to Playground, but the general seems to 'ave some respect for 'im." -> What?

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Criminal? Hmm. Good to know.”

He continues to gently press his feet against the floor. Despite not being as fluff as Hound he seemed to not kind the cold…

“I suppose your general has favorites. Surprised he doesn’t go after me himself.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Favorites.... More like he don't wanna hear 'Bworder whine. By all means ya little prince shouldn't even be allowed in Playground. But since he's normally always with 'Bworder or that big ol' bird of his then well... No one can really do anythin'." -> The alchemy room was empty except for those two bodies that Sia had shot dead earlier. Hound took a glance at them, a light snarl escaping from his throat before he shook his head. "I want to find m'clothes..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Look for your clothes. I’ll find your gear.”

He walked off, looking around and picking up certain things and stuffing them in a bag…

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon's gear was set up on one of the many little tables in the room, but unfortunately it looked like someone had been starting to take it apart, separating the tubes from the metal rings that wrapped around the hound's wrists and upper arms. And it looked like the collar part was missing...? -> No wait- Hound, who was currently trashing shit to find his clothing, had the collar part still wrapped around his neck. Odd little marks on the hound's body showed where the tubs connected to the backs of his shoulder blades.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach sighs in annoyance before getting to work and starting to fix it with the tools available. His stupid tinkering side with gears and other things came into play at times like these…

[full-moon-curse]

-> All sorts of crashing noises could be heard from behind the sianach, seems like Hound was making a real mess just to fuck with these Blackrockian fucks. "Finally!" -> His tail wagged as he took off the sianach's coat, putting on his actual clothing and slinging the other's coat over his shoulder.

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

[full-moon-curse]

"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

His one eye wides as he ran to a shadowed corner and disappeared into it, trying to teleport to the down so he can catch the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound was lying at the bottom of the stairs, growling and trying to chew at the enchanted chains that kept his arms bound together. The muzzle had broken off from impact luckily enough... "Fuckin'..... Cold...."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach came out from the shadows and ran to the Weredemon. He looked over him before he started trying to and pull at the chains himself.

“I’ll get you warm, promise”

He had the idea of shooting them but…it could injure the other if he missed…he kept on guard though, ears moving in every direction to hear any upcoming attacks.

[full-moon-curse]

"Fuckin'.... I-I can't feel much of my body right now... F-Fuckers took my everything! I can't...." -> He hunches forward slightly and holds out his arms, just letting the sianach try and get the chains off him. "Wanna go home.... It's too cold..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’ll get your home I promise….your gear has to be here somewhere as well…”

He took a deep breath before focusing all his cursed energy into his strength and crushed the chains into pieces. Afterwards he took off his coat and laid it over Hound.

“Come on…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's eyes were a little unfocused as he stared up at the sianach. He shook his head and slowly got up to his feet. The coat didn't do much to cover his massive form, but Hound was still appreciative. "Why.... Why did you come here, sianach?" -> Now wasn't the time for questions, but Hound was just dying to know why someone like Sia, the guy who's crystal Hound has stolen, came here to help him.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“The Dragon knows where all cursed kin are…unfortunately….”

He looked around, trying to see if there was a way out. He was very…skeptical…it can take be this easy…it was never this easy with Blackrock.

“Keep yourself on your toes.”

He reached up between his horns causing the gem to glow before popping a duplicate of it into the Sianach’s hands. He handed it over to Hound, it was radiating a faint warmth to it as it spun.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound took the crystal and held it within his massive furry hand. He could feel a faint pulse from it, the same pulse he felt from his own crystal. "Thank you. Even if you're only doin' this because I'm... Kin or whatever." -> He holds the crystal and tucks his tail between his legs. "We.... We came in through some back door in that alchemy room. They stuck all sortsa things into me so that I couldn't break away from 'em..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’m doing it for my brother. He’s close with that little otter knight that tried to capture me….that your friends with.”

He started to head to the alchemy room. He knew Blackrock castle well it seemed…

[full-moon-curse]

"I know there ain't gonna be a chance for 'Bworder to tell you this 'imself. But that little prince of yours convinced 'im to stop goin' after you. Havin' friends in high places gets ya some good shit, don't it?" -> Of course Star would step in, that little star seemed to do that quite a lot for whatever reason. -> He followed behind the sianach, trying to keep his fur as fluffed up as possible. Fuck, it only felt like it was getting colder and colder by the minute. "Little guy might be a criminal to Playground, but the general seems to 'ave some respect for 'im." -> What?

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Criminal? Hmm. Good to know.”

He continues to gently press his feet against the floor. Despite not being as fluff as Hound he seemed to not kind the cold…

“I suppose your general has favorites. Surprised he doesn’t go after me himself.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Favorites.... More like he don't wanna hear 'Bworder whine. By all means ya little prince shouldn't even be allowed in Playground. But since he's normally always with 'Bworder or that big ol' bird of his then well... No one can really do anythin'." -> The alchemy room was empty except for those two bodies that Sia had shot dead earlier. Hound took a glance at them, a light snarl escaping from his throat before he shook his head. "I want to find m'clothes..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Look for your clothes. I’ll find your gear.”

He walked off, looking around and picking up certain things and stuffing them in a bag…

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon's gear was set up on one of the many little tables in the room, but unfortunately it looked like someone had been starting to take it apart, separating the tubes from the metal rings that wrapped around the hound's wrists and upper arms. And it looked like the collar part was missing...? -> No wait- Hound, who was currently trashing shit to find his clothing, had the collar part still wrapped around his neck. Odd little marks on the hound's body showed where the tubs connected to the backs of his shoulder blades.

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

[full-moon-curse]

"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

His one eye wides as he ran to a shadowed corner and disappeared into it, trying to teleport to the down so he can catch the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound was lying at the bottom of the stairs, growling and trying to chew at the enchanted chains that kept his arms bound together. The muzzle had broken off from impact luckily enough... "Fuckin'..... Cold...."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach came out from the shadows and ran to the Weredemon. He looked over him before he started trying to and pull at the chains himself.

“I’ll get you warm, promise”

He had the idea of shooting them but…it could injure the other if he missed…he kept on guard though, ears moving in every direction to hear any upcoming attacks.

[full-moon-curse]

"Fuckin'.... I-I can't feel much of my body right now... F-Fuckers took my everything! I can't...." -> He hunches forward slightly and holds out his arms, just letting the sianach try and get the chains off him. "Wanna go home.... It's too cold..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’ll get your home I promise….your gear has to be here somewhere as well…”

He took a deep breath before focusing all his cursed energy into his strength and crushed the chains into pieces. Afterwards he took off his coat and laid it over Hound.

“Come on…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's eyes were a little unfocused as he stared up at the sianach. He shook his head and slowly got up to his feet. The coat didn't do much to cover his massive form, but Hound was still appreciative. "Why.... Why did you come here, sianach?" -> Now wasn't the time for questions, but Hound was just dying to know why someone like Sia, the guy who's crystal Hound has stolen, came here to help him.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“The Dragon knows where all cursed kin are…unfortunately….”

He looked around, trying to see if there was a way out. He was very…skeptical…it can take be this easy…it was never this easy with Blackrock.

“Keep yourself on your toes.”

He reached up between his horns causing the gem to glow before popping a duplicate of it into the Sianach’s hands. He handed it over to Hound, it was radiating a faint warmth to it as it spun.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound took the crystal and held it within his massive furry hand. He could feel a faint pulse from it, the same pulse he felt from his own crystal. "Thank you. Even if you're only doin' this because I'm... Kin or whatever." -> He holds the crystal and tucks his tail between his legs. "We.... We came in through some back door in that alchemy room. They stuck all sortsa things into me so that I couldn't break away from 'em..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’m doing it for my brother. He’s close with that little otter knight that tried to capture me….that your friends with.”

He started to head to the alchemy room. He knew Blackrock castle well it seemed…

[full-moon-curse]

"I know there ain't gonna be a chance for 'Bworder to tell you this 'imself. But that little prince of yours convinced 'im to stop goin' after you. Havin' friends in high places gets ya some good shit, don't it?" -> Of course Star would step in, that little star seemed to do that quite a lot for whatever reason. -> He followed behind the sianach, trying to keep his fur as fluffed up as possible. Fuck, it only felt like it was getting colder and colder by the minute. "Little guy might be a criminal to Playground, but the general seems to 'ave some respect for 'im." -> What?

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Criminal? Hmm. Good to know.”

He continues to gently press his feet against the floor. Despite not being as fluff as Hound he seemed to not kind the cold…

“I suppose your general has favorites. Surprised he doesn’t go after me himself.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Favorites.... More like he don't wanna hear 'Bworder whine. By all means ya little prince shouldn't even be allowed in Playground. But since he's normally always with 'Bworder or that big ol' bird of his then well... No one can really do anythin'." -> The alchemy room was empty except for those two bodies that Sia had shot dead earlier. Hound took a glance at them, a light snarl escaping from his throat before he shook his head. "I want to find m'clothes..."

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

[full-moon-curse]

"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

His one eye wides as he ran to a shadowed corner and disappeared into it, trying to teleport to the down so he can catch the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound was lying at the bottom of the stairs, growling and trying to chew at the enchanted chains that kept his arms bound together. The muzzle had broken off from impact luckily enough... "Fuckin'..... Cold...."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach came out from the shadows and ran to the Weredemon. He looked over him before he started trying to and pull at the chains himself.

“I’ll get you warm, promise”

He had the idea of shooting them but…it could injure the other if he missed…he kept on guard though, ears moving in every direction to hear any upcoming attacks.

[full-moon-curse]

"Fuckin'.... I-I can't feel much of my body right now... F-Fuckers took my everything! I can't...." -> He hunches forward slightly and holds out his arms, just letting the sianach try and get the chains off him. "Wanna go home.... It's too cold..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’ll get your home I promise….your gear has to be here somewhere as well…”

He took a deep breath before focusing all his cursed energy into his strength and crushed the chains into pieces. Afterwards he took off his coat and laid it over Hound.

“Come on…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's eyes were a little unfocused as he stared up at the sianach. He shook his head and slowly got up to his feet. The coat didn't do much to cover his massive form, but Hound was still appreciative. "Why.... Why did you come here, sianach?" -> Now wasn't the time for questions, but Hound was just dying to know why someone like Sia, the guy who's crystal Hound has stolen, came here to help him.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“The Dragon knows where all cursed kin are…unfortunately….”

He looked around, trying to see if there was a way out. He was very…skeptical…it can take be this easy…it was never this easy with Blackrock.

“Keep yourself on your toes.”

He reached up between his horns causing the gem to glow before popping a duplicate of it into the Sianach’s hands. He handed it over to Hound, it was radiating a faint warmth to it as it spun.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound took the crystal and held it within his massive furry hand. He could feel a faint pulse from it, the same pulse he felt from his own crystal. "Thank you. Even if you're only doin' this because I'm... Kin or whatever." -> He holds the crystal and tucks his tail between his legs. "We.... We came in through some back door in that alchemy room. They stuck all sortsa things into me so that I couldn't break away from 'em..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’m doing it for my brother. He’s close with that little otter knight that tried to capture me….that your friends with.”

He started to head to the alchemy room. He knew Blackrock castle well it seemed…

[full-moon-curse]

"I know there ain't gonna be a chance for 'Bworder to tell you this 'imself. But that little prince of yours convinced 'im to stop goin' after you. Havin' friends in high places gets ya some good shit, don't it?" -> Of course Star would step in, that little star seemed to do that quite a lot for whatever reason. -> He followed behind the sianach, trying to keep his fur as fluffed up as possible. Fuck, it only felt like it was getting colder and colder by the minute. "Little guy might be a criminal to Playground, but the general seems to 'ave some respect for 'im." -> What?

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

[full-moon-curse]

"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

His one eye wides as he ran to a shadowed corner and disappeared into it, trying to teleport to the down so he can catch the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound was lying at the bottom of the stairs, growling and trying to chew at the enchanted chains that kept his arms bound together. The muzzle had broken off from impact luckily enough... "Fuckin'..... Cold...."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach came out from the shadows and ran to the Weredemon. He looked over him before he started trying to and pull at the chains himself.

“I’ll get you warm, promise”

He had the idea of shooting them but…it could injure the other if he missed…he kept on guard though, ears moving in every direction to hear any upcoming attacks.

[full-moon-curse]

"Fuckin'.... I-I can't feel much of my body right now... F-Fuckers took my everything! I can't...." -> He hunches forward slightly and holds out his arms, just letting the sianach try and get the chains off him. "Wanna go home.... It's too cold..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’ll get your home I promise….your gear has to be here somewhere as well…”

He took a deep breath before focusing all his cursed energy into his strength and crushed the chains into pieces. Afterwards he took off his coat and laid it over Hound.

“Come on…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's eyes were a little unfocused as he stared up at the sianach. He shook his head and slowly got up to his feet. The coat didn't do much to cover his massive form, but Hound was still appreciative. "Why.... Why did you come here, sianach?" -> Now wasn't the time for questions, but Hound was just dying to know why someone like Sia, the guy who's crystal Hound has stolen, came here to help him.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“The Dragon knows where all cursed kin are…unfortunately….”

He looked around, trying to see if there was a way out. He was very…skeptical…it can take be this easy…it was never this easy with Blackrock.

“Keep yourself on your toes.”

He reached up between his horns causing the gem to glow before popping a duplicate of it into the Sianach’s hands. He handed it over to Hound, it was radiating a faint warmth to it as it spun.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound took the crystal and held it within his massive furry hand. He could feel a faint pulse from it, the same pulse he felt from his own crystal. "Thank you. Even if you're only doin' this because I'm... Kin or whatever." -> He holds the crystal and tucks his tail between his legs. "We.... We came in through some back door in that alchemy room. They stuck all sortsa things into me so that I couldn't break away from 'em..."

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

[full-moon-curse]

"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

His one eye wides as he ran to a shadowed corner and disappeared into it, trying to teleport to the down so he can catch the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound was lying at the bottom of the stairs, growling and trying to chew at the enchanted chains that kept his arms bound together. The muzzle had broken off from impact luckily enough... "Fuckin'..... Cold...."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach came out from the shadows and ran to the Weredemon. He looked over him before he started trying to and pull at the chains himself.

“I’ll get you warm, promise”

He had the idea of shooting them but…it could injure the other if he missed…he kept on guard though, ears moving in every direction to hear any upcoming attacks.

[full-moon-curse]

"Fuckin'.... I-I can't feel much of my body right now... F-Fuckers took my everything! I can't...." -> He hunches forward slightly and holds out his arms, just letting the sianach try and get the chains off him. "Wanna go home.... It's too cold..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“I’ll get your home I promise….your gear has to be here somewhere as well…”

He took a deep breath before focusing all his cursed energy into his strength and crushed the chains into pieces. Afterwards he took off his coat and laid it over Hound.

“Come on…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's eyes were a little unfocused as he stared up at the sianach. He shook his head and slowly got up to his feet. The coat didn't do much to cover his massive form, but Hound was still appreciative. "Why.... Why did you come here, sianach?" -> Now wasn't the time for questions, but Hound was just dying to know why someone like Sia, the guy who's crystal Hound has stolen, came here to help him.

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

[full-moon-curse]

"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

His one eye wides as he ran to a shadowed corner and disappeared into it, trying to teleport to the down so he can catch the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound was lying at the bottom of the stairs, growling and trying to chew at the enchanted chains that kept his arms bound together. The muzzle had broken off from impact luckily enough... "Fuckin'..... Cold...."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

The Sianach came out from the shadows and ran to the Weredemon. He looked over him before he started trying to and pull at the chains himself.

“I’ll get you warm, promise”

He had the idea of shooting them but…it could injure the other if he missed…he kept on guard though, ears moving in every direction to hear any upcoming attacks.

[full-moon-curse]

"Fuckin'.... I-I can't feel much of my body right now... F-Fuckers took my everything! I can't...." -> He hunches forward slightly and holds out his arms, just letting the sianach try and get the chains off him. "Wanna go home.... It's too cold..."

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

[full-moon-curse]

"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

His one eye wides as he ran to a shadowed corner and disappeared into it, trying to teleport to the down so he can catch the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound was lying at the bottom of the stairs, growling and trying to chew at the enchanted chains that kept his arms bound together. The muzzle had broken off from impact luckily enough... "Fuckin'..... Cold...."

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

He twirled his gun to point at the woman. His eye glimmered and glowed brightly, the feeling of cursed energy getting stronger by the second.

“All cursed belong to his lord and I’m not scared to pull strings. Put the Were down or face the wrath of not just Playground’s knights.”

[full-moon-curse]

"You want him so badly?" -> She grinned underneath her veil and jerked her arm to the side, sending Hound down a flight of stairs to her left as she turned and made a quick escape, her robes flowing behind her. "Then play fetch, dirty dog~!"

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“One needs him alive…I know fully well you will not kill him. He needs to be alive to regenerate that blood”

He went ahead and shot the guard that was on their knees without hesitation. He had no mercy for people who treated his kind in such a way.

“You chain my kind like animals. Although you have no idea what trouble you are getting yourself into. The Dragon is unpleased by those who treat his cursed beings so horribly.”

[full-moon-curse]

"Your dragon means nothing to Blackrock, sianach. Maybe you should've died alongside your little tribe all of those years ago." -> The woman raises her staff and giggles as Hound suddenly floats up off the ground, kicking his legs slightly in a vain attempt to escape. "And last time I checked, this mutt belonged to Playground. Not your useless little cult..."

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia soon emerged from the shadows and looked above the guard with heavy cursed energy filling the air. He was intimidating and terrifying.

A gun was placed to the side of the guard’s head harshly. He was mad. He was furious.

“Fall…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard wanted to stand their ground, to do anything against the sianach, but they fell just like they were commanded to, dropping to their knees and shaking badly. -> A whine ripped out from Hound's throat as a collar suddenly appeared around his throat, glowing brightly and squeezing around the weredemon's neck. -> A woman stood beside him, gripping her staff tightly. She was dressed in flowing fabrics of purples and whites, dashes of golds and slivers aligned her jewelry. She had some sort of clothing underneath that hugged her body, keeping her warm from the cold. A veil draped over her head, shadowing her face. Her horns were fairly short and looked like some sort of goat horns. "A nasty little intruder... You make one wrong move and I'll choke the life out of this dirty mutt. The king demands him to be held within Blackrock and I'll make sure that happens."

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A growl came from the shadows, enough to alert the guards. A red shining eye seemed to move between them.

The clicking of a gun being loaded could be heard before there was a very quiet shot, hitting one of the guards in the neck.

He will not be playing nice.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The guard on the left went stiff before falling over and landing onto their front, causing the right guard to momentarily let go of Hound in shock, spinning around and banishing their gear. -> Hound kicked a little before managing to get onto his feet, hurrying out of the cell and getting away from the fight. He couldn't help with his hands chained and mouth muzzled.

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

Sia’s ears perked up, twitching and moving around to find the pinpoint of the sound. He rushed to the shadows, blending in to the blanket of darkness.

His footsteps made no noise. Thankfully he wasn’t one to wear shoes.

[full-moon-curse]

"Bring me that dog!" -> A shrill voice screeched out in the distance before two Blackrockian soldiers approached the cell, one of them pulling out some keys and unlocking the cell door. -> Both stepped inside and grabbed at hound, causing the weredemon to begin thrashing around and trying to escape their hold. Hound was weakened by whatever was in those needles. "BRING HIM FASTER YOU IDIOTS! THE KING WANTS HIS BLOOD!"

[full-moon-curse]

The mere presence of a Sianach can be felt. A cursed being radiated so much of its energy you could cut it with a knife through the air.

@the-ghost-and-the-sianach

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

A low snarl came from the shadows and came forth a figure dressed quite sharp. It’s one red eye started through the bars…

“Coil”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound's ears perked up as he snapped his head towards the sianach, tail tucking between his legs. Oh great, the red demon was the last person he wanted seeing him like this. -> He pulled at his chains, trying to use whatever strength he had to break them, but he couldn't. The chains were enchanted and the muzzle around his face prevented him from biting.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm. Weakness is alright. Right now I need you calm.”

He hasn’t been here in a long while. He looked around before his eye landed on a shadowed corner. He went over and somehow disappeared into it!

He soon emerged from another shadowed corner inside the cell. He shook, ears flopping as he stood up and walked over to the other cursed.

[full-moon-curse]

-> The weredemon whimpered slightly and tried to squirm around, more little pained noises escaping him. He had... Needles? Or something jabbed into his back. Those must've been putting something into his body, preventing him from really moving. -> Hound wasn't built for this weather and considering the fact they decided to strip him down to nothing probably didn't help with any sort of temperature regulation.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Calm.”

The Sianach didn’t sound very comforting. He was an animal of few words. He slowly stepped closer, paws making zero sound.

As soon as he was near he took a look at the other’s back and growled. How dare they…he knew what they were doing.

“This may hurt…”

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down, his fur was still stuck up and fluffed up to high hell, making it a little hard to see some of the needles in his back. -> These infernals were going to try and harvest his blood, the same blood that had been infused with the healing capabilities of the sianach's very crystal jammed within his horn.

[the-ghost-and-the-sianach]

“Hold still”

Sia took a hold of two at the same time so they could get it over with faster. He then pulled quickly and swiftly before stuffing them into his bag…seems like he’s keeping those.

[full-moon-curse]

-> Hound bit the inside of his mouth, letting out small growls of pain as the sianach took out the needles two by two, trying his hardest to suppress his squirms from the pain. -> His tail stuck out suddenly, going stiff and fluffing up even more somehow. Footsteps, someone was approaching the cells. This couldn't be good.