Adisorn!! :D
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Adisorn!! :D
Legundo's sense of humanity has always been... distant. He's never been one to shy from dressing like a monster; after all, if you look like something dangerous, everything else will probably stay away. But more importantly, if you start to dress like you're dangerous, you'll end up being just as dangerous as you look. Legundo's never been afraid of wearing the skulls of dead monsters or using their whole corpse to create the things he needs. He's reached into the warm bodies of countless beings to rip out their hearts, gut their innards, strip them of their hide, and cook their meat. He's eaten all sorts of parts he's not particularly fond of.
But now, things are different. He's not alone anymore. He's never had anyone else in these worlds, but he seems to spook them when he does these things that should be normal. They pretend to gag when he mentions eating a dire wolf's brain, and when he clarifies that it was cooked, they don't think that's any better. When he instinctively plunges his skinning knife into the first bear they kill, Avid seems frozen in horror. But this is just what Legundo does.
He's beginning to think, based on their reactions, that there's something missing inside him. Like there's some kind of chunk in your brain or your stomach or even your heart that makes people hesitate to survive. Maybe it's the same part that makes Legundo feel gross until he washes the blood off his arms, only his is underdeveloped and he's supposed to feel gross for utilizing a dead creature for all its worth. He's not sure why that would be the case, but they all act the same way and he's the odd one out.
And they talk about home. They all want to go home, like that's something they can't have here. Is this not part of home? Their house is warm, it holds their things, it keeps them safe at night. Is that not all one could ask of home? But they speak of home like there's something more to it. Has Legundo been doing it wrong this whole time?
So that's why he's here, staying up late to craft something he hasn't personally used in... forever. Normally, he would just use one of the skulls he's already got—except he hasn't got any skulls right now. He's skull-less. It's weird opening his chest where he keeps things he's gathered from the bodies and finding all sorts of bones except the one thing he would want to use for a helmet. The intimidation factor is unmatchable. He's worn the skulls of a thousand creatures by now: deer, ram, dire wolf, strider, bear, and even dragon. What, like it's hard? But it sets the others on edge when they see him even carrying a skull. He can't even imagine how they'd react if they saw him wearing one.
He's made them all hoods, and the repetition makes this one easy. It will only keep him warm. It won't make him more powerful, it won't make him more intimidating. It'll make him soft.
But maybe, just maybe, if he makes himself soft, if he sands down his rough edges, they won't turn on him.
Maybe they'll even like him.
He's done his best to just keep them alive, and it's wearing him thin; losing protection and practicality for this is... it's foolishness. Logically, he should leave them to their own devices and save his own skin. He'd thought at first they might be useful. He'd thought they could help him kill the Krampus. Turns out, they can't even fight a single horde, not even together!
But he can't leave them. These are the first people who haven't actually killed him on sight. It's been... what, a month? They don't seem to like him, per se, but they tolerate him. Probably keeping him around because he's useful. That's fine. It's fine until he doesn't know something. They're so quick to jump to the conclusion that he's hiding things—and he is, but never the things they suspect. It's just so hard to explain, and...
He can't shake the feeling that they'll leave if he tells them the truth. Or they might not get the chance to leave. Maybe the moment the words leave his mouth, the world will come crashing down and They'll punish him worse. What could be worse than ripping these people away from him now? He's... He's almost gotten attached. He's kept them alive, and isn't that kind of the same thing?
i guess today is just the day for drawing stuff that is not relevant!!! here's doodles of the 3 fallenclan cats that died before i started drawing for the clan
So I started drawing my fall(?) during math class today. It wasn’t really detailed but I’m going over it and making it a digital piece rn.
Obviously I’m not done rn, but like this is so random. I don’t have any actual memories, but just had this urge and this is what I drew. Not sure what it means, but I’m finish it.
Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas eeeeverywhere you go.
Io, Godzilla, Mothra, Rodan and Anguirus (c) Toho
Gamera (c) Daiei
Ayako belongs to me
Paradise Hugo, a mischievous fox that uses their husbands for their gain.
Also I totally stole the inspiration behind the hairstyle from one of the g3 draculaura hairstyle .
This piece was made by the lovely @inchells! A wonderful artist and one of the nicest people I know. :D