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@terrortaurus
anyone want to rp?
Such a nasty little thing you are
You have been called many things before;
Repugnant
Disgusting
Grotesque
But never have you been called something so
Kind, before.
terrortaurus started following you:
“Hello!”
≺♉≻ ——-;;
Taken aback by the all too warm greeting, the creatures instincts kicked in abruptly. It's back arched into a sharp curve of defense, claws braced the ground for he was ready to attack the man before him if he proved to be a threat.
For some reason all of these warm greetings had set him on edge, not used to smiling faces or gentle words of comfort directed towards him.
♕—-➸ The creature didn’t seem like it was going to harm her. She breathed a small sigh of relief…and a slight shudder at the sound of popping bones. It was a monster, after all, and each one had their own horrifying aspects. Still, it intrigued her. Where had it come from? Why wasn’t it killing her? Unfortunately, it appeared to lack a mouth, so Sonia doubted she could ask it questions. But…maybe it had a name.
Leaning down, she crossed one ankle in front of the other and tugged at the corners of her skirt; a shoddy curtsey, for she did not dare take her eyes off the leviathan-likeness. "My name…is Sonia Nevermind." She stood up straight again, sad eyes roaming over the creature. She timidly took a step forwards.
"Do you…have a name?"
≺♉≻ ——-;;
Empty sockets stared blankly at the small lady before him, curiosity now piqued he decided to approach her--but of course with great caution. Once he straightened his neck back out, popping sounds once more making their return, while using his arms he dragged himself to close the gap between them he was so eager to keep up earlier.
"Do you...have a name?"
He nodded, nudging her back with the back of his hand he began to messily draw it out on the ground with one claw. Ok so how did letters work? He started off with a messy T next was the O and soon to follow was the R..
Damn, writing is hard.
terrortaurus: [ But the real question here is; can Torvas EAT it? ]
fun ideas for you and your demonic pet: harvesting the corpses of virgins
sounds like one hell of plan m'just sayin
There was surprise blatant upon the planes of her visage as viridescent hues took in the lonesome figure collapsed upon the dirt. A pause in her steps was caused at the appearance, the sounds emitted that grated upon her ears in their inhuman qualities & yet the emotions that caused such cries to be let into the air did not go unnoticed, so well transmitted were they. A twist of her lips & a furrow of her brows & she had always been told to beware of strangers no matter what ——- a sentiment she herself oft passed down to those younger & within earshot ——- but those cries … saddening.
❝ E — Excuse me? Are you alright? ❞
A silly question, a ridiculous question to even her ears as Sarah stepped closer, closer, closer still until she moved to kneel beside the prone form, a singular hand hand lifted, hovering uncertainly as if wishing to lay a comforting touch yet unaware as to where —- or if such a thing would even be accepted, the hand of an unknown girl & again, there went a twist of lips, teeth grazing, finding purchase like a lock holding tight before releasing with an exhalation.
& she was acting as if this lone figure was a wild animal, more likely to snap & to bite than anything else & how ridiculous, how horrible of her & surely her late grandmother was rolling in her grave, that former humanitarian —- not to mention how her actions, hesitation was caused by the break up of her parents, the absence of a proper mother figure once her acting skills had taken root & grown into something described as bigger than anyone else could possibly imagine. Why Sarah wished to follow in her footsteps was yet to be determined.
Suddenly her hands were moving, burrowing into the bag at her side & rooting around until something was in her grasp & pulled out —- a sandwich she had made & taken for lunch yet had never gotten around to actually ingesting, far too busy with activities at first & then the group she had recently departed from had all gone out to eat, leaving the packed food dejected in black foux leather.❝ Here. ❞ she stated, holding it out & crinkling the wrapper a bit with her fingers.❝ A sandwich. Eat.❞
≺♉≻ ——-;;
Near close to tears he was not capable of making the creature continued his pitiful wails of pain as his lower intestines started to churn in attempts to eat themselves for its goal was meant to end the misery that was his existence. If you think about it, this was a fitting end for him wasn't it? Creatures like him were supposed to be fierce, destroying anything and anyone in their paths. Eating until their hunger was content then after that eat some more.
So wouldn't you consider this laughable? A monster, dragging itself around in search of food and now collapsing out of exhaustion and hunger when it should be stuffed to the point of sickness.
"A sandwich. Eat."
Was this God showing him mercy? Or was this another practical joke on the never ending laugh that was his existence, or was this genuine kindness this girl was offering him?
Never look a gift horse in the mouth they always say.
Without so much of a 'thank you' Torvas had a sudden jolt of energy as he jerked forward to snatch the sandwich from the girls hand with the jaw of his maw, only succeeding in knocking it from her hands and to the floor. As though that was going to stop him from eating it. He wasn't what you would call picky.
Smashing his face to the dirt ground Torvas made quick work with his mouth and the sandwich, snatching up the sandwich like an animal and taking some chunks of dirt with it. He didn't even chew, but instead swallowing it whole--dirt, sandwich and all.
It wasn't exactly filling but damn was it better than nothing.
*You hop down from his neck and stand on his shoulder with a big smile. Maybe he does remember you! Does he? You can't exactly determine his thoughts because he doesn't really have distinct facial features.* t0rvas, yt's me, gummy! fr0m, lyke, f0rever ag0! *You tilt your head* d0 y0u remember me?~
He would frown but he was lacking a mouth to do so, so instead he plucked the small creature from his shoulders and held her up so he could look at her eye level.
M'sorry for using the same ol' greetings over and over again but I refuse to let my hard work go to waste. Besides Im kinda' tired and I can't exactly think of anything else. So until someone actually replies to the previous ones I made I ain't makin no new ones.
novisheus
rescuro
xsoli
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Hunger was never a good feeling in Torvas’ case, sadly this was a issue that ran into him a bit more often than he’d like. Torvas could feel his insides churn and rumble, demanding that his stomach be filled with something that could cease the pain. There weren’t that many animals that he could catch thanks to his condition, and when he moved the pain became even more unbearable than before.
Not even he could wish this suffering upon his most hated of enemies, no, never this pain was something not even a monster could stand.
Unable to take it anymore the corners of his mouth begin to fidget and bubble, as though something was trying to force its way out from its hidden jaws. Next his leather like skin that held itself together so cleanly had begun in the horrifying process of ripping itself apart in an even more eager manor than normal. The sound of flesh tearing would make anyone cringe if they were not used to it. Black tar that was his saliva pooled and from his now gaping jaws, long thick strands has dripped down to the pulsating hole within his chest. He huffed and sputtered, and a worm like tongue slither from the gaping depths of his mouth and hanged outside his mouth as though he was some kind of dog.
Then he collapsed face first into the dirt. Pitiful wails escaped its throat, inhuman but none the less helpless and frightened. Torvas couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to die where he laid if it meant for the pain to stop.
hxeir
complexadolescence
egovisea
merusdesperatio
doubtful-rabbit
maximumrifles
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Hunger was never a good feeling in Torvas’ case, sadly this was a issue that ran into him a bit more often than he’d like. Torvas could feel his insides churn and rumble, demanding that his stomach be filled with something that could cease the pain. There weren’t that many animals that he could catch thanks to his condition, and when he moved the pain became even more unbearable than before.
Not even he could wish this suffering upon his most hated of enemies, no, never this pain was something not even a monster could stand.
Unable to take it anymore the corners of his mouth begin to fidget and bubble, as though something was trying to force its way out from its hidden jaws. Next his leather like skin that held itself together so cleanly had begun in the horrifying process of ripping itself apart in an even more eager manor than normal. The sound of flesh tearing would make anyone cringe if they were not used to it. Black tar that was his saliva pooled and from his now gaping jaws, long thick strands has dripped down to the pulsating hole within his chest. He huffed and sputtered, and a worm like tongue slither from the gaping depths of his mouth and hanged outside his mouth as though he was some kind of dog.
Then he collapsed face first into the dirt. Pitiful wails escaped its throat, inhuman but none the less helpless and frightened. Torvas couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to die where he laid if it meant for the pain to stop.
ciaoss-u
thelastofellie
laceraalas
desemineregali
m-oowada
biancovirtuoso
seiaishiteru
littlediamondmondo
somuchnoiz
the--broken--doll
suiima
punk-of-rockballs
dejitauru
antithesis-of-will
uchihamnida
kkyouko
pessimisticpunishments
xtoil
tricheuse
witweer
cuarrto
priestess-kaede
permablush
cantatrix
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Hunger was never a good feeling in Torvas' case, sadly this was a issue that ran into him a bit more often than he'd like. Torvas could feel his insides churn and rumble, demanding that his stomach be filled with something that could cease the pain. There weren't that many animals that he could catch thanks to his condition, and when he moved the pain became even more unbearable than before.
Not even he could wish this suffering upon his most hated of enemies, no, never this pain was something not even a monster could stand.
Unable to take it anymore the corners of his mouth begin to fidget and bubble, as though something was trying to force its way out from its hidden jaws. Next his leather like skin that held itself together so cleanly had begun in the horrifying process of ripping itself apart in an even more eager manor than normal. The sound of flesh tearing would make anyone cringe if they were not used to it. Black tar that was his saliva pooled and from his now gaping jaws, long thick strands has dripped down to the pulsating hole within his chest. He huffed and sputtered, and a worm like tongue slither from the gaping depths of his mouth and hanged outside his mouth as though he was some kind of dog.
Then he collapsed face first into the dirt. Pitiful wails escaped its throat, inhuman but none the less helpless and frightened. Torvas couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to die where he laid if it meant for the pain to stop.
"Uhm — hey, wait just a second — !" He began to protest, slowly moving backwards. There were a multitude of reasons why he did not like it — and it’s obvious, the thing in general — but he could only let so much frustration show.
However, he knows (or supposes to know), that is he makes a bad movement, he’s more than dead, maybe. With a strained smile, he tried to set her straight as politely as he could. The noises just make small shivers pass throught his spine.
"That’s your way to initiate a conversation pal? Guess you can talk because… Ugh." Is this even real, or this is just a dream. If the latter, what a unpleasant nightmare.
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He ceased in his movements momentarily as the question ran through his mind. It seemed as though everyone wanted to hear this creature utter words, even though it had pained him in the process. As though they didn't care what lengths where there so long as they entertained long enough to keep their attention on him.
Well, who was Torvas to deny them?
The corners of his mouth begin to fidget and bubble grossly, as though something was trying to force its way out from its hidden jaws. Then, ever so slowly, the rough skin that held itself together so cleanly had begun in the horrifying process of ripping itself apart. The sound of flesh tearing would make anyone cringe if they were not used to it. Black tar that was his saliva pooled and from his now gaping jaws, long thick strands has dripped down to the pulsating hole within his chest. He huffed and sputtered, and a worm like tongue slither from the gaping depths of his mouth and hanged outside his mouth as though he was some kind of dog.
The pungent smell of decaying meat and soil was stronger than before he had open his mouth. Small pieces of bone and meat were stuck within the now visible rows of teeth that seemed almost impossible to hide within such a thin creature.
waddles away cause i gtg, nini everyone ill try to return as soon as i can. cant promise it will be tomorrow tho
*You rub your cheek on his neck and purr. Does he recognize you? It's been so long, and even if you remember him, he might not remember you... You jump onto your hind legs and talk into his ear:* tavr0s, yt's me, gummy! d0 y0u remember me? yt's been s0 l0ng!~
You froze in place, slowly turning your head to look at the cat. You would squint but you didn't exactly have those facial feathers. But in all seriousness was this cat currently having a conversation with you? In your EAR? Or were you just finally going off the deep end where you belonged.
♕—-➸This…this was most definitely a product of her imagination. Strangely, fear was not her primary emotion; curiousity was. The old moniker curiousity killed the cat blared in her head like an old alarm system but she paid it no mind. The creature itself was putting up it’s defences…possibly because it feared her? What a strange take…
"…Hello." Sonia offered gently, wide eyes glued to the massive figure before her. It had very large claws, for certain, but the princess dearly hoped that she paid it no offence; her people valued her life more than she valued hers…they needed her to rule over them. In the meantime, there was no harm in talking to mirages.
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She was pretty, almost right from a fairy tale. Torvas eyed the small female with his empty sockets, questioning if she was friendly or a threat. But as she spoke softly Torvas was soon getting the feeling she was indeed friendly. His head tilted to a complete 180 degree angle that not only looked painful sounded painful as five pops were heard as he twisted his neck to get to that position.
Had mother not taught her fairy child well? Sweet girls should stay home and out of harms way, not in the woods where the creatures play.
*A small pink kitten approaches Tavros!*
You gently pluck the cat up by the scruff of her neck and place her over your shoulders. Kittens were pretty nice.
She would be lying to herself if she stated she was not caught off guard. Those bright eyes began to take in the imagery of the individual before her as a mix of emotions began to control her visage. Placing her petite fingers against her chin, the undead woman tries her best to muster up a soft voice. “O..Oh hello? Please relax. I mean no harm.” Hopefully this will calm him down. Finally she allows a smile to claim her lips. “Do you have a name?”
≺♉≻ ——-;;
She smelled funny.
Not as though she smelled disgusting, no, she smelled very nice to be honest. But she smelled familiar, like her scent was made of flowers and death. Something Torvas was so accustomed to that he would even consider it to be homely. Torvas stretched his arms outward and used them to drag himself closer to her, slowly making his way inch by inch until he felt he was close enough.
He leaned forward until his face hovered over hers and pressed the section where his nose should be on her hairline. Inhaling deeply the scent that soothed him to the point where he started to purr.