All Things Wicked

indie sable ward • dead by daylight rp

[occultairwaves]

#𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔴𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰 — independent sable ward from dead by daylight; as portrayed by clarissa. 18+ only.

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[occultairwaves]

I feel like some of this is off but I just know the chase time is right. I gotta get my looping skills up 💀

[ari4real]

Lovers' Eyes

[irimori]

She's out lookin for that horrible evil slasher monster booty.

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@xlunavellex

At this point, Willow was stressed. She had no idea what to do or where to go. She simply muttered, ❝Sure…❞ before she watched Sable run off. The faint lullaby grew louder as she heard the sharp sound of an axe flying through the air. ❝SHIT WHAT WAS THAT!❞ No time to think now, she was running as fast as her legs could carry her and yet it felt like it wasn't fast enough. she needed to hide and fast. Willow dodged through the trees, panting and sprinting like her life depended on it. because it did. Off in the distance she noticed a bright red locker propped up against some rocks. ❝Perfect. Ill hide here until the coast is clear.❞ With that she slipped into the darkness and into a locker. She would have to meet Sable later. her life was in danger.

The Huntress was chasing another survivor, luckily enough, because Sable watched Willow get inside the locker.

Sable made her way over to Willow and gently opened the locker, ❝ Hey, it's me, ❞ She opened it fully to invite her back outside. ❝ Word of advice -- she leaves her hatchets in these red lockers, so you're kind of asking to get snatched up. ❞

Sable chuckled darkly, patting Willow's shoulder. ❝ You alright? ❞

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@roseredknuckles

3 other people around this campfire and none would say a word. Sable tried, but they all seemed so... beat down. Far too much to speak, apparently.

Then, as quickly as they woke up around the fire, they were somewhere else entirely. A wintery scenery, with a large building full of holes on the sides. What the hell is going on?

Everyone spread out, except Sable, who stood there like a deer in headlights, taking in her surroundings.

Not far from her, there was a brown chest that she bent down to begin unlocking... maybe something inside would give her an answer. The chest clicked, ready to open, until she was pulled over someone's shoulder.

Sable screamed, she thrashed, she kicked, but nothing stopped what happened next -- her shoulder through a fucking meat hook.

Sable screeched at the top of her lungs, vision blurring from the pain, but she could make out a shadowy figure wearing a white mask lurking away from her.

She struggled; the pain was unimaginable, but she tried and tried to lift herself off the hook to no avail.

As luck would have it, someone came for her. One of the men that was around the fire before they were whisked away, he was lifting her off the hook and mending her wounds.

❝ Thank you-- ❞ Sable whispered, ❝ Please… can you tell me what's happening? ❞

[occultairwaves]

A low hum carries a tune. Something sweet yet eerie to the tone behind it. It's luring yet not pushy as it grows ever closer.

Before you know it, the tune cuts off. Only to be replaced by words from right behind you.

"Привет, малыш." (Hello little one.)

@lullabyofthefog

Sable hears that familiar tune come closer and closer, her back pushing harder and harder against the wall; as if she pushed hard enough, she would be absorbed and unseen.

Unfortunately, that doesn't work and the terrifying bunny-masked woman is before her. There is no reason to run, there is no where to go... Sable puts her hands up in the air.

❝ Just... ❞ Sable eyes the flashlight in her hand - she could flash her in the eyes, blinding her briefly... but she knew she would be pissed when she hunted her back down.

Sable places the flashlight on the ground, pointing to it. ❝ See? All yours. ❞

@lullabyofthefog

[ayanolikesbread]

A sable I drew a while ago

[xlunavellex]

# 𝙭𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚

⟡ 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 ⟡

[occultairwaves]

If you had a weapon, what would it be? Can be fantasy / unrealistic

❝ God... anything. ❞ I sigh, crossing my arms. ❝ I'd take a rusty fork if I could have it. But if I could pick anything... maybe like... a massive bazooka so I could blow these killers up and be done with them all. ❞

I sigh again, wistfully. ❝ Maybe that's not creative enough. What about you? Got anything good? ❞

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@xlunavellex

《𝗧𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗢 ● ● ● c꙰ h꙰ a꙰ n꙰ n꙰ e꙰ l꙰  z꙰ e꙰ r꙰ ø꙰  𝘐𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. I'm your host, 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀》 Her voice sounded just like i remembered. It hadn't changed much since her last podcast echoed through my headphones that last graveyard shift before things got...𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥... Admittedly it was all still a shock and I was rattled from the chaos that brought me here but....at least I found what I was looking for. Right? ❝Hey aren't you a podcaster or something...?❞ No I mostly did YouTube and freelance ghost hunting but I can see why she may have thought that, or at least thats what I would have said if she hadn't grabbed me by the wrist and snapped me out of my semi-trancelike state. ❝Wait! What is this? Where are we going? What's that sound???❞ So many questions echoed through my head. I had no idea what I was in for.

❝ Shhh-- ❞ I hiss, pulling her arm. It's clear she is new to the trials. Boy, did I wish someone had explained anything before I got hung on my first meat hook. I turn quickly to her, touching my pointer finger to my lips. ❝ Be quiet and I will explain. Or try to. ❞

I turn again, eyeing our scenery, trying to find somewhere sheltered before we start working on generators.

But the lullaby gets closer.

I duck behind the remnants of a wall, placed seemingly at random; but at this point, I know the entity doesn't exactly do random. Everything seems to have a purpose, even if I don't understand.

I poke my head out and can see a rickety shack in the distance. I point to it. ❝ There. If we get split up, meet me there. ❞

I let go of her arm and bolt.

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@xlunavellex

❝ I found you. ❞

I don't even really register that someone is speaking to me, the words float over my head.

My eyes are on the fire.

It's only a matter of time.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and jolt, eyes looking up at a familiar, yet unfamiliar woman. Why is she familiar?

I blink.

❝ Hey, aren't you a... podcaster or something? ❞ So close, Sable. So close.

Then, there's that familiar lullaby weaving through the trees. ❝ Shit. Time to move. No time for pleasantries. ❞

I jump to my feet, grab her hand and pull her away from the campfire.