#muse:dolor

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The Flesh Raiders, that was the name of Dolor’s personal legion. Much like their deacon and those of the empire they serve, brutal murder mixed in with hit and run tactics were how they operated. Much as their name should suggest, they raider for the flesh of others instead of other things like most bandits. Today was one such example, as the deacon of pain moved in her fleshcycle to lead the charge in a small village.

They arrived into the village without warning, dragging off local guards using meat hooks and consuming any villager they were able to grab with their claws. Dolor stopped her bike near the town square, giving out a sole declaration.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We have come to use your flesh to fuel a war you shall never understand. Fight, pray to your gods, surrender...it does not matter. Give up your flesh, we demand it~” Her voice sounded joyful and almost in near pleasure with her words, showing clear signs she was loving the misery being spread.

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@mxgicalheathen

“Most magical users don’t give off as much death to mortal and demon kind like you do. All the misery, pain, and overall destruction....it is just.” The entity began to give off a sound beneath their helmet, one that sounded like their mouth was grinning so side it was tearing at the skin near the mouth itself. “Very wonderful~”

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In the vast darkness that was the limitless edge of reality to be known as ‘dark space’, many horrors and empires that can survive the vile things that spawn from non-existence thrive in their own means of sadism. One such horror was the entity known only as Dolor, having just thrown together a massive party full of many manners of debauchery. A call had been made as the deacon of pain sat on a throne made of various living organisms, the chair moving upon her command with lone limbs comprised of several arms forced together by chains.

The answer to the call would be met with the background noise of moans, screams, stabbings sounds, and loud music from instruments made of flesh. Dolor would speak in a very relaxed and pleased tone. “Hello Mother, it was about time you gave me a call. What do I owe the pleasure? I’m always up for a nice riveting conversation~”

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@theroguesofbabylon

Dolor was many things, all of which were unpleasant to many that had to suffer through such events. However, the one thing that was a part of her personality was that of seeking amusement. Unlike others of her kind, she personally went out of her way to find ways to get her own set of thrills.

It would be this need that would reach what she was doing right now, which was riding through the landscape of a new world with her organic motorcycle. Ever use of the wheels and motor was suffering for the creature she created, and in response to every sound of pain would be a harder hold on the peddle.

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XXX For Cybel and Dolor?

Send me XXX and I will share a nsfw headcanon about my muse.

Cybel:

Despite having released his body long ago, the mental cravings for intimacy still linger. Cybel is more of a switch when it comes to sex, though most times prefers someone else take the lead during the intimacy. Craving a need to have someone else in control.

Dolor:

Dolor loves leaving scars on her partners. as she enjoys sinking her teeth or claws into someone when enjoying another's body. While she isn't against bottoming, she is very much a top and enjoys wrapping the chains in her flesh around someone. As Dolor enjoys a bit of bondage with her fun

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@rubbcrhose

It had been some time since Dolor had been in hell. Her personal thoughts on it were that there were many things lacking, as none of what she craved could be found. So like any good host, she chose to begin creating the sort of parties she is used to doing.

There was only one snag to the plan, and that was a constant supply of certain items. An advert had been sent out as Dolor needed to speak to those that would show up personally. Several had entered to talk to her, and most were turned away. The building itself that Dolor was in would be rundown in appearance, as bits of rust could be seen on bits of the outside. The one odd thing were the sights of barbed wire coiled around the windows at the front, as if they were like plant vines wrapping around it.

Once inside, the only sign of it being used were red lights that illuminated the hallways. A single door was closed, and opening it revealed a desk with two chairs. Dolor herself sitting in one and another that was meant for those that were to arrive for the interview. Dolor sat unarmored, appearing to those that saw her in leather that seemed close to leech skin. The only thing that could be seen was a single opening in the head area, revealing her mouth.

"Take a seat." Would be all Dolor would say the moment the door would open for whoever was next in line for the interview.

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“Humans are such malible things, but that is why some monsters prefer them in more private places~”

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@mxgicalheathen

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The smooches earned a few giggles from Dolor, enjoying the affection given as she tried to return it in kind. Both arms wrapped around Kayo during the smooches, as she could not help but give a laugh at the teasing. “If you find it cute I’ll stay the course. Besides, you can’t blame me for getting attached when we both don’t see each other too much. Perhaps we should find a way to enjoy each other’s company again~”