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“ Hello innocent civilians.. did you miss me?”
Doc, have you ever tried working with Hyde, I'm sure he won't mind working with you. (hehehe)
“ Work with the monstrosity who killed my lover and continues to harm any of those near and dear to my heart? You might as well tell me to actively encourage his heinous deeds as an accomplice.. Absolutely not. I would perish before that happened..”
“ Oh so cruel to me. You won’t even give me a chance Doctor. Shouldn’t you take better care of your creation..?”
Hyde have you ever thought about actually working together with Dr Jekyll?
“ Thought about working with the Doctor? Yes.. it is he who refuses to work with me.”
🔥 for both please
Send me 🔥 and my muse will have to confess insecurity ,fear or dark thought no matter how much they want to hide it
“ For myself? I fear many things my friend.. though nothing so great holds true in my heart than the constant images of the faces of those who have perished at my hands.. Hyde may have done the deed.. but the screams and expressions of terror will forever haunt me..”
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“ The unknown. Startling to hear from a man like myself I’m sure.. but there is nothing so terrifying as coming across an adversary that you cannot measure. Should I ever meet a being more powerful.. more.. mysterious than myself.. I dare say I shall not have the first clue what to do.”
“ Sympathy, tenderness Warm as the summer..”
A Grave Mistake
misfortuneofthecorrupt answered:
☽ = wandering alone at night
As skeletal and weak as he looked, Bakura was as always frighteningly strong and capable. Frightening because there was no physical way for his emaciated form to be capable of hitting so hard or holding down someone of far greater mass and weight, and therefore the usual human mind faltered when this was demonstrated.
Bakura was not quite aware of this himself, his mind was too thinly stretched and unrooted, becoming only moreso as his ravaged soul slowly drained from the wounds the shadows had wrought in him over the eons. He was not aware of his impossible strength, and perhaps not aware of how drastically weak he appeared. It was hard to keep his thoughts in tact for longer than a few minutes these days.
But it was made easier each time he ate. Each time he held someone down and gouged at their face, filthy fingers or fanged maw shattering skull bones and slurping up the bright spark of a soul before it was wasted. After many weeks of not having had the presence of mind to be able to fight someone down, he’d stumbled upon a girl who’d been left for dead and he quite happily finished the job.
He marveled at the tiny new muscles that had grown in his arms, his claws resharpened his mind staying put for whole half hours at a time. No progress that others may notice but he himself knew the difference.
Enough so that when he smelt someone out in the cold dark of the night he made the decision to have another go. Surely he was once more strong enough to bring down a lone human, and each time he ate he’d only get stronger.
He listened to the steps slowly approaching, one human alone, slightly familiar smell, rather posh shoes from the clacking and the speed of the gait. No it didn’t matter who this was, strategy was far from his mind. Bakura was mad and insatiably hungry, but more than that he’d finally had another taste of feelingreal again and he craved that like almost nothing else.
He took up the chase, crawling down to the street end of this particular alley and waiting motionless for the person to pass. But he couldn’t wait. The moment they were close he shifted his feet, hunched a little more, and sprung! Claws outstretched and aimed for the chest. Knock him down and rip out those pretty little eyes, just the ticket!
He didn’t notice until he was too close the shock of white hair, that particular pointed nose, why exactly that smell had been familiar. No .. No He didn’t eat hosts. No no no!
To Bakura, it would appear that he had achieved victory. That the other man was knocked over helplessly and could easily be devoured, those green eyes betraying the prey’s immense fear. However, the wild hunter would only have a few more moments to study the one beneath him before he was shoved off the “prey” with unnatural strength that possibly matched his own. The moment he could distinguish his head from his toes again he would find the man he had seemingly horrified sitting up straight and facing away from his general direction.
Then, the other’s shoulders slowly began to shake, at first it could be mistaken for a mere twitch, perhaps getting over the jarring his entire body took when it hit the ground so ungracefully. Though, the shaking gradually grew more frequent before a deep chuckle erupted from the virtually identical male’s throat. A deep voice that didn’t sound like it should belong to such a frail individual rumbled, “ How amusing. I have met many manners of killers.. yet none so pathetic as you.”
The next time he turned to face Bakura, the eyes that met him were not jade green but a bright, smoldering, hellish red. His lips raised in a grin to reveal rows of dagger-like teeth. Whatever this man was, he certainly wasn’t human.
“ I certainly hope you didn’t choose this lifestyle. I will admit, you have skill with pouncing your unexpecting prey but you lack technique. The truth is, I heard you coming a mile off. It’s a pity you didn’t try to take a bite out of my other half.. I would have enjoyed ripping out your teeth.”
The white-haired man stood up then and stretched without a care in the world. As if he didn’t fear the fact the other just tried to murder him in cold blood.
“ Tell me.. What is your name Night Scavenger? Why do you kill? Do you do it for sport or.. survival?”
Those crimson eyes gleamed at the very last word he spoke.
I have finally figured out which art style I want to stick with and I am now ready to do drawn asks again for this blog 8D Feel free to ask questions to any of the cast members so far :)
Ask if you dare.