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[crimsonxmonsterx-blog]

‘Ello old friend

@terushxma

Being a lone Alpha could be hard at times, especially between jobs at willing Packs. Not that he complained, it was his choice. Kinda... It was hard for him to fit in with Packs, his heightened sense of smell put everyone off, and they just couldn’t accept him. Sure there was some time he spent with a group of other roving Alphas, but it wasn’t really his scene... A part of him still wanted to fit into a Pack, somewhere he could really call home.

It was raining, and Tendō had taken shelter in a bus stop, the constant thudding of raindrops on its roof somewhat soothing. Scents were mingles and dulled, even to his nose in this heavy rain. The monster was drenched, not having an umbrella or raincoat, all he had was the clothes in his back and what he had on his back. Everything was probably drenched... Red hair wet, sticking to his face, Tendō probably looked rather worse for wear. Not that he cared, he’d seen worse...

Off in the distance, a figure approached the stop.

[crimsonxmonsterx-blog]

Capturing the moon

@lunarblxcker

The second day of the Imitation youth training camp was finally over, and  Tendō was heading off to the shower, and for some reason, he’d taken a detour past the room where the visiting players would be staying. It had been a fairly good day, it was nice to see one of the monster duo again, even if they being a ball boy (the notion of them coming uninvited was still hilarious to the blocker), but even better was seeing the ‘ordinary’ kid. 

Ever since the game with Karasuno, the Gesu Monster had taken a particular interest in the other blocker, their ability to ‘read’ was pretty darn good in his opinion, and he wanted the moon boy on his team. On Shiratorizawa, the kid would be able to blossom and grow, fully being able to develop their abilities with the best of the best in the district. With them, the team would be even stronger, brilliant even, rising to the Nationals, over powering all with their blocks. ‘Guess’ and ‘Read’ blocking working together, shutting every spike down.

But how to get the moon onto their side? The was the question... Well there had to be some incentive to move to the school that defeated your’s in the finals, right? He should just make it clear that the kid not only had time to move, but the choice would be the best for them. They’d easily get a scholarship, it’d be perfect! How could they refuse such an opportunity.

Thinking through the ways he could convince the moon boy to transfer, Tendō turned a corner and came ‘face to face’ with said male. Red brows lifted upwards as the monster stopped, grinning up at them. “G’evening, trust ya enjoyin’ your time here.”

[championsatwar-blog]

@theprincessofpriderock

Vitani had never been much of an extrovert; she was always on the sidelines, observing and thinking about the events going on around her without much verbal input. It didn’t bother her, most of the time, how introverted she was. But her secluded nature also meant that she internalized a lot of her feelings, and didn’t really know how to express them - or even if she wanted to express them at all. This led to a lot of quiet nights away from the pride, sitting and looking out over the land and thinking to herself.

This was one of those nights. Except the view was very different to the one she was used to. Way off in the distance, she could just make out the Outlands - her home. Even at night it was darker than the rest of the land, forever cast in shadows. But it was hard for Vitani not to think of it as her home. Most of the lionesses that had been in the Outlands had vivid memories of the Pridelands - friends and even family that they had had to leave behind when they had been banished. Not Vitani. She had been but a cub, and her memories of the Pridelands and anyone she might have known were long gone. She wasn’t like Kovu, who had connections through Kiara and fit into his place in the Pridelands like a second fur. She was different. Alone. Nuka would understand, if he were here.

Nuka...

Sighing, the lioness shifted into a laying position, tilting her head back to look up at the stars from her perch at the tip of Pride Rock. Quiet paws padding behind her a few minutes later drew her attention, her rough exterior walls once again rising as she frowned up at the sky.

“What?”

[deusfalsum-blog]

                             ✗ @irraluna || starter call ✗

      [  ۩۞۩  ] -- They noticed right away how, compared to the precious few other interactions they’d experienced, she stood out like a sore thumb. Though they couldn’t quite put their finger on it, Sovann was aware of a essence that completely set her apart. It wasn’t as though she was better than the rest or any inane, incredibly mundane reason to back up this rabbit trail of reasoning they so easily followed. No, it was just the sense of happening to cross paths with some form of higher being that had impatience thrumming through them and snapping like bright lights in their eyes that now rested a full gaze on her. 

     Knowing fully well what they and how easily said state of being was meant to clash with nearly anything did’t make them reconsider the decision they were about to make. They had never been much of the reconsidering type to begin with. It wasn’t a pang of hunger or a maddening itch to create some sort of a standoffish atmosphere between them. They would like to believe they were above acting so childishly towards someone who had nothing to do with them. This was the temptation and audacity they hadn’t been born with yet made for themselves. 

     “Now it’s not that I’m one to judge, but what the hell is someone like you doing here? You’re some kind of... ‘higher being’, aren’t you?” Their head tilted to the side, eyes glazing over with a cloud misrecognition. “’Least I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m picking up on. ‘S been a while.”

[deusfalsum-blog]

                       ✗ @coldevour || starter call ✗

      [  ۩۞۩  ] -- Cold though both their familiarity of the way things were and the shock of their touch may be, there was a presence even colder that was around. And they did not fail to pick up on it. 

     Edges of canines glinted when their lips parted as if to make a remark, but not even a sigh sounded from the false god. Their mind was the exact opposite of blank, as per usual, but now they weren’t as well-equipped with a passing comment or exclamation as they might usually be. Was it the presence of another that was doing this to them? Hardly. 

     It had simply been quite a while since Sovann had felt such a stirring in what they could only presume to be their core essence that made their blood run unbearably hot and their gregariousness to dull out into something mild and cautiously prodding. This wasn’t a conventional fear, or really any fear at all. This was the beginning of an impulse-- a ripple, a tiny little flutter of a butterfly’s wings. And their fingers were itching to reach out and tear off what caused that futile flickering. 

     “You-- you’re... sick.” The loose statement hung in the air without any context behind it other than this person felt wrong to them. “Aren’t you?” 

[deusfalsum-blog]

                    ✗ @daemoniiacus || starter call ✗

      [  ۩۞۩  ] -- They seemed to have quite a variety of bad habits to speak of, none of which they ever bothered to fix. Quite a few of them could be considered concerning should they, for some reason, ever decide to look into them further and discover what the root of all those bad habits were. 

     But their concern wasn’t in preventing or trying to end said bad habits. Rather, it could be said that they tried their best to act upon them. It was a natural thing after all, and that was what they were more focused on at the moment. 

     Currently, their lips were parted and moving, words coming out like faint whispers one couldn’t quite pick up on. Hazel eyes remained gazing off into the distance, half-lidded and searching for something that wasn’t there to begin with. A haze seemed to surround them in those few moments of complete unawareness, a haze that was thick enough to where they refused to outright acknowledge the other’s presence right away, and even when they did, it was a little too vague and a little too distant.

     “No, you weren’t supposed to hear that, but if you did-- ah. Well, your bad for eavesdropping, no?” they commented loudly and offhandedly, although the glance they threw over their shoulder didn’t show any real registration. 

     Right now, they would rather have this dismissed than carry on a hostile conversation; but who knew? Both might be equally as interesting. One was just more taxing than the other. 

[deusfalsum-blog]

|| Don’t Trust A Sharp-Toothed Smile ; Closed ||

                                   ✗ @tanakawu  ✗

     [  ۩۞۩  ] -- Fear was not something they had ever wished or dreamed to know of again. The very thought of it haunted the otherwise empty dreams they had, and from time to time, managed to slip into the few waking moments they had in which their degenerated body acted as a conduit while the real ( or maybe, in the right context, false ) mirror image slept within, just beneath their skin and bones.

    And yet, despite all their avoidance of it, now they were reduced to nothing but sheer cowardice towards the enormous amount of.... power? No, that certainly was there, but that was not the right way to describe the overwhelming sense of a concept they couldn’t quite grasp. Convulsions wracked down their body as they came to a standstill, back turned to whatever it was as they subconsciously ducked their head. Unable to shut their eyes, they simply began to cower, and if there had been a mouth etched into their alarmingly blank facial features the frightened conduit knew for sure their teeth would be sinking into the inside of their cheek in order to keep them from chattering together in sheer fear beginning to rise up to a crescendo in what had been a matter of moments. 

     They were unable to suppress the way their shoulders shook even as they forced themselves to ignore the urges to move further away from the source of their extreme anxiety and discomfort, whatever it was, knowing that would most likely draw more attention to itself. Although the conduit wasn’t fully self aware, they were able to realize that they were not a very normal sort of being even in what could be considered an unnatural standpoint. And besides that, M was not a very strong or resilient being either. 

     Should this, against their want, come to poking and prodding, they would not remain the same. Something else would come out, and it would be against their real body’s wishes. They really were a rather useless conduit if they couldn’t even keep things contained. 

     That knowledge was what paralyzed them and kept their feet rooted to the ground. Despite the storm of anxiety and the still foreign feeling of what they meant to contain mixing in and swirling around in their gut, they couldn’t seem to move. Jumbled thoughts ran into each other and became a continuous string of one thing only;

      「--!!!   P L E A S E   D O    N O T    L O O K    O V E R   H E R E  」

[deusfalsum-blog]

                       ✗ @oblitusdolor​ || starter call ✗

      [ ۩۞۩ ] -- A series of low clicks and a cock of the head was the only way they could signal their distress at having come across something that was living and without much of an impact from their presence that was sure to draw something bigger and much, much more catastrophic out. The projection could practically feel it boiling up inside of them, causing them to tremble and shake uncontrollably. 

      「 --??? --!!! --W H Y   A R E   Y O U    H E R E?  」

     They signed frantically, hoping the other would understand the way they attempted to communicate. They practically tiptoed around this new stranger, blinking eyes that refused to look the same direction rapidly. 

       「 --!!! --I T   W I L L    W A K E    U P  」