Sentience Sparked

The Hound of RWBY | Ind. Semi Sel. | Penned by Stat | spoiler alert I guess?

[sheerakk]

Can this be my contribution to the Valentine’s Day?

[intelligentdcsign]

A blackened tongue is discolored with artificial cheese flavoring, dust bright on exposed ivory fangs. Half of the pleasure is in the texture, it muses as it crunches. Closest association it can draw is to the way bone snaps and splinters between its teeth, and even then--the two are very different pleasures. The Huntsman speaks and ears flick in his direction, absence of lips licked very much like an overlarge dog. Yes, two different pleasures, both made to be appreciated by a thing like the Hound. Once the bag is empty it may well try its luck with the man who provided it.

It hasn’t decided.

Greater than the visceral pleasure of crushing things in its jaws, however, is the promise of more. Association requiring more than the use of its physical form is a novelty, still, feeding not only its perpetually ravenous stomach but the twitching, unfurling tendrils of sentience it doesn’t yet know how to utilize. Magnificent, he says, and for a moment, it is acutely aware of the shape of its body.

M̸̼͔̼̈́̈́͊a̴͍̝̘͐͛̚ǵ̸̘̼̝͊n̸̢͔̻̈́̚̕i̵̼̞̦̿͛͐f̸̟͚̙̐̓͝i̴̦̟̟͆͘͝c̵̢̻̙̾̀͝e̴̼̫͙̿̕͠n̵̠͇͍̈́͑̕t̸̢̪͉̾͒͝.̸͔͉̝̒͊͋

The word is clumsy on its tongue. More complicated than the fleeting speech it’s managed before, it would perhaps be unintelligible were it not simple repetition. Still it sits, alert and watching, second cheese curl swiftly devoured.

W̵̦̦͚͛̽͊h̸̼̼͉̽͐͊y̵͕͇̝͑͑̓?̸̝̞͖̈́͑̿

[realities-in-space]

I had a friend make this so we’re both going to hell for laughing

[intelligentdcsign]

@stormflowerhonor liked for a starter

If this miserable thing of flesh and suppressed emotion chooses to stand in its way again and again, surely he must seek the conflict. Surely he must want to hurt.

R̸͈̭̹̰͍̹̟͕̻̖̙͑̕ͅu̴̢̢̹̠̬̦̰̲̞͐̌͐̎̒͌̋̀̕n̴̨̗̺̮̺̱̼̈́.

A chase is more fun than false courage.

[intelligentdcsign]

Slow night at work. Like hella slow. Like for a super short starter. Idk man it might be a lyric or whatever my muse wants to say.

[thesassygandalf]

[intelligentdcsign]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!

I don’t know what to do with this much positive attention, soooo

[warriordreamer95]

The Hound Artwork

[intelligentdcsign]

/Puppy/

F̸̼͍͉͆̈́r̵̡̫̫͌́̿ë̴̠͖̼́̐͋s̵͚͉͓̔̈́̒h̸͓͓͙̀̔͛ m̵̠̟̐̔̾e̵̝̘͎͛̾͊a̵̡͉͇͋͌̾ț̴͖͓̐͐͝.̴̞̙͌̐͆͜.

[intelligentdcsign]

‘ what’s the deal with you? ’

question starters

Eyeless gaze shifted with the twitch and turn of mangled ears. A convoluted tangle of odors wafted from this little one bold enough to speak, bold enough to draw its attention, stolen claw foolishly named and drawn against it. Chronic misery marinated the human form like nothing else--and he spent a lifetime choking on it.

Delicious, truly, though not made to last. Rows of teeth like jagged and splintered bone were displayed in a grin promising devastation. Not in retribution, not to right any past wrongs, but for the nauseating pleasure of it. Warily it circled in search of the slightest misstep. Any opening it could use to take hold of this pretty thing and tear him apart.

Ḯ̵̡͚̘̓̓ a̵͎͓͖͐́̈́m̴̘̫̝̈́͋ ÿ̴̫̝́͝͠o̸̘̦͐͛̈́u̵̟̻̞̒̿͐r̴̘͚̈́̽̈́ e̵͚̻͙̔̿̚n̵̟͉͕͒͊͝d̵̢͖͉̒͊͒.̵̝̟̾̈́́

[charmymemes]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

UNDEAD HOUND 

by Betty Jiang

[pretty-dead-dog]

[intelligentdcsign]

Precise tap of a fingernail is anything but hollow and while the thing cannot see what threat is raised before it, sight is not necessary to invoke the need for caution. Incendiary aroma is warning enough. Should it proceed carelessly it knows it may well be consumed by the flame this little faunus can call forth. The creatures made by the one who opposes Her are soft and easily broken in its clutches, but they are resourceful, and they are clever.

The latter, the creature knows and is envious. 

No closer. Thick muzzle is thrust against the crinkly bag, too thick to fit within, and it gave a great huff of frustration. Truly, the snack does nothing for its stomach, but it isn’t the sustenance it demands. It wants the gratification of flavor. Iridescent form mangles and twists before sapphire eyes; inhuman groans of sweetest agony herald the snap and bend of warped limbs. When black ooze has ceased to drip from its fur it sits back on haunches made anthropomorphic and grabs the bag in monstrous hands. Orange dust glows on its fingers when it draws a cheese curl out and tosses it between snapping jaws.

Satisfaction.

[astraskylark]

[intelligentdcsign]

Spoken like a master to a dog and the thing would curl lip to show teeth, were they not on display by design. One heavy step after another and it drinks in the promise of something sharp dancing in shimmering red. Like dust motes in the light the first kindling of fear elicits a shudder in long, thick limbs.

Better to keep this man with a little bird heart alive so that it might pump terror through his veins longer, yet.

A transgression like this cannot be unaddressed, however. It may be a dog--but he is not its master. Bonegleam spines jut from hulking shoulders, fangs much the same drip an approximation of saliva, and as it circles the Huntsman, it finds cause to defend.

N̸̦̼̒́͝ó̵̙̻̔͜t̸̺͇͓͆̒̐ y̴͖͖͔͌͑́o̴̝̝͉͐́̕u̴̡̦̼͑͝r̴̪̦̀͘͝ b̵͖̠̟͛̕͠o̵̦͖͑͝͠ÿ̸̢̠̪́̓͛.̸͚͎͔̕͝

[intelligentdcsign]

Food is not a necessity. Its stomach does not churn, no growl for the promise of artificial cheese. Hunger, for it, is deeper. The viscosity keeping its form whole burns with the need for dark things to feed it. Something else burns for the inquiry posed. Not a plea to save a life, no begging for anything like mercy.

This is acknowledgement.

No further words are spoken, nothing to warrant the use of ethereal voice. Head tilts, red glow within its throat shown between jaws parted to taste the air. It shambles nearer with thick spines raised upon its back and should it find treachery here, it will gladly remove this flitting little thing’s head and taste what it leaks.