stygimoloch. an immortal sorcerer. by roach, also found at / blog affiliated with my other oc @kurjaks. rules / info found there. to be updated.

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stygimoloch. an immortal sorcerer. by roach, also found at / blog affiliated with my other oc @kurjaks. rules / info found there. to be updated.
Silas barking at Styg <3
"For what reason are you so ..." The question begins, then dies before it comes to fruition; Stygimoloch's silence settles into an oddly fond smile on their lips.
"Come ..." Arms open slightly, an invitation rather than approach, the offer there if Silas feels comfortable enough to close the distance.
"There isn't any reason to be this loud ..." It's said warmly, and there's no try at coaxing Silas into falling silent. Stygimoloch is very clearly not bothered by the barking. "... You don't find yourself feeling neglected, do you?"
the bastard son & devil himself ↳ 1.07
Skulls boiling in a cauldron. William Hogarth. The reward of cruelty. 1751. Engraving, detail.
styg seeing any creatures / gifted humans is like a good 80% of the time them on their stomach kicking their feet twirling their hair and wondering how to infiltrate every aspect of your life. as a treat
connecting my blorbos i have to say that much to kurjak's misfortune, styg is very attracted to him and thinks it's funny to waste his time and make him stick around longer than he wants to (which also bears a negative impact over extended periods of time in terms of headaches, anxiety, restlessness, other physiological stress responses etc if they decide to neglect that bit of their glamour which, in most cases, they do).
this doesn't only apply to kurjak, however; if styg is interested in someone ( attraction of any kind: physical, emotional [romantic or platonic], simple intrigue etc ) then they'll dance around anything the person might want to keep them around longer. the glamour styg uses has a spectrum, however, and at its most ... to describe it, like if it's full to the brim, then you might just find yourself feeling a little bit of static in the air, or some kind of a "sixth sense" / gut feeling, but otherwise, you should be fine. nonhumans of course can be sensitive in an entirely different range of ways ( MORE than happy to see how anyone wants their creatures to perceive / react to styg hanging out )
bullet list for things you Should know re: interacting with styg, and hopefully my internet will be better soon to get to fully post something more comprehensive but these are the simplest of some of the questionable facts
old. old old OLD. in the later half of their 2000s. MILF: mummy id like to fuck
i dont want to do a graceless reveal on a bullet list for this, but styg's identity is neutral / plural. they/them, and in identifying themselves, they use "we." this has to do with a foreign essence within them as, in a way, they're a vessel. i intend to clarify this more later when not mobile bound / maybe in plot convos
styg does not need sustenance to live, but freely forages when applicable for a snack from nature. they also like to eat bones. just pure bones from any creature. not elaborating (yet)
they have a horizontal scar at the center of their forehead. self inflicted. the eye (!!) behind that constantly reopened scar is not always present. there is a lot to unpack here
styg's shadow is never adhering to their physical shape. it doesn't make sense. the shadow when you shine light on them does not align with their form, and seems to distort and almost wriggle (like a shadowy mass of ... eels? tentacles?)
as mentioned, a default natural scent of dragon's blood, myrrh, and brimstone notes
overall completely normal person
okay i'm gonna shower and make a quick dinner then make a cohesive post / tag but for new faces <3
this is literally how i dressed in high school i fucking hate it here
I will not sell subpar copper
I will not sell subpar copper
I will not sell subpar copper
I will not sell subpar copper
I will not sell subpar copper
I will not sell subpar copper
I will not sell subp
what if i just *vomits a black substance everywhere and it starts moving around on the floor and is clearly alive on some level*
oh i love being better and waking up naturally at my usual night water hour... anyway dash is completely dead so it's a reasonable time to post a starter / meme call right <3 multis specify as many blorbos as you want and also i'll be a little heavy handed on any info you might need to know since i've yet to post a cohesive bio
might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk
A splat! as a bloody heap of something is dropped unceremoniously at the other’s feet. The creature skittered back, just out of reach and closer to the trees, to stare at them. The gaze remained unblinking while staying trained on the other’s form — The look was almost expectant. There was no indication of what was expected, though, but the stare remained.
The bloody heap had been an animal at some point. (With his hunting skills? There was also the question of where it came from). And, based on the little glance Silas does, he was expecting the other to take it. A gift, then.
To another, this could be grotesque. Within an instant, an offering was dropped, a horrid, mangled sight, and the predator responsible was quickly off, placing distance between them. Stygimoloch blinked, gaze having followed the creature before it fell again to what was now in front of them.
A slow, easy smile. Stygimoloch lowered themselves before the offering, one hand reaching out, pointer and middle fingers pressing into a gash. That hand was withdrawn, coming back bloodied, lifted to slip those fingers between their lips for a taste.
Here, Stygimoloch peered toward the treeline from where they knelt.
They withdrew their fingers from between their lips.
"... This is very kind." A low, gentle voice, as if to soothe, to coax the creature closer, still settled beside this gift. "We couldn't possibly show our gratitude if you're all the way over there."
styg: winks at you with their third eye <3
my first interaction here has GOT to be styg just reopening the small horizontal scar on their forehead and you're like !! HELLO?? when their third eye just opens through that cut