Tʜᴇ Bᴇᴀsᴛ

It is awake.

Its breath comes out as a scattered wheeze. It lays nearby the mines’ forest, a whole in its muscular flesh painting its blue furr red. A fight it nearly lost. Mouth agap, blood drips from its tongue, flesh stuck in its teeth. It won but it is alone. [ It is dying. ]

16. nom, nom, nom. tasty?

@the-shattered-soul.bsky.social

- jesus christ. what'd singed do to 'em?
- i miss the big guy. good for snugs
- FLUFFY
- hard to look at. remember blowing him up. remember dying. hurts. don't wanna think about it.
- probably doesn't want me anymore. heh

☽ ° ⊰ 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕚𝕣 & 𝕟𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕖. ⊱ ° ☾

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☽ ° ⊰ 𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕. ⊱ ° ☾

✗ ⇱ 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤 ⇲ ✗

That’s life, child.

We normally don’t get closure, & lives end with heavy, rotten things between us & no chance to make things right.

But at the very least know that there was forgiveness. As easy & instantaneous as there was death.

There is no world in which Jinx, or Powder, is unloved.

Joining Sil’s side, staring at the sand. It is an odd sensation. His scent makes it easier, though. It is soothing. The Beast almost purrs. Long time no see. And Sil is rocking some new {interesting} features.

Tracking @dirtylittlething.bsky.social's scent.

A {growl}, low & menacing. It doesn’t like the implications. “We will protect you.” It seethes, wrapping a big paw around Jinx & pulling its son closer, feeling affectionate & territorial. “No one touches our family.” It nuzzles harder. It’s furr is dense, it can barely feel his touch. Frustrating.

Warwick {smiles} at the bump, nuzzling at Jinx’s shoulder affectionately. But it freezes for a second, surprised & on edge. It frowns. “Dead.” It repeats, as if the word was new, foreign. The man inside screams. {He} is alive. “Hmm…” It hums, almost purring. “Alive here.” It reassures. “You, too.”

It {squints} at the half-man half-dog. “I recognize you.” Its voice rumbles, deep & low. A huff. A laugh. It actually {laughs} at the little man. “Adorable {creature}.” It sits by his side, poking at him. “Small.” Seems friendly. Good for Jayce, caught it in a good mood.

“Jinx.” It repeats. The man within fights to take over, but he fails. The Beast is awake, & it is strong. “Warwick.” It introduces itself, sitting by Jinx’s side, looking at the man, air coming out of its nose hot & heavy. It is on edge. “Father.” Not a question but uncertain. Not everyone likes it.

Maybe?

{It clicks.} “Powder.” The Beast walks around the blue-haired familiar face, taking in the scent, the appearance, the differences. Something is {definitely} different. “Son?” It asks, unsure. Another world? Confusing. But those eyes, those hair, that voice. Different but familiar. Comforting.

Head tilt. Confusion. “Family?” It speaks, the father within looming over. Sniff, sniff. Growling again, louder & harder. “Liar?” It doesn’t recognize his scent, nor his overall appearance. Though, the blue of his hair {does} resonate enough to stop it from attacking. It prowls, uncertain & on edge.

Sniff. Sniff. New scent. Fresh meat. Growling.

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an independent, canon divergent, portrayal of 𝕵𝐈𝐍𝐗 from ‘arcane’ & ’league of legends‘. mun & muse are both transgender adults using it/he pronouns. penned by #𝕽𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃.

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Following a familiar scent. Searching for Lil’ Blue. It finds @blue-hellcat.bsky.social instead. Curious. The little one looks taller, stronger but smells the same. Confusion. It prowls & observes in silence before pouncing forward, growling. Uncertainty. Sniff, sniff. Uh… It is the same. Sitting.

Sniff. Sniff. It recognizes the familiar scent. It tilts its head, though. A deep rumble of confusion. New unknown features. Interesting.

It is awake.

-- their proper first ‘bite’ they give the little one an inviting nod, pawing at a strong chunk of meat the size of the cub’s head.

“Hungry. Eat.” An invitation. A simple solution.

-- flesh, ripping out chunks of raw meat into its mouth and piling them up aside.

Like a wolf bringing up meat to its pup when it is too young to hunt, The Beast grabs a piece of meat and devours it while staring at Lil’ Blue, showing them it is safe to consume. Then, once they are done with -

-- pulling at their lip in order to properly examine the sharpness of their canines.

A hum, coming from the depths of its chest, beating hearts calming down as it walks backward on its four paws, circling the dead animal. The Beast sits in front of it and without warning it begins tearing at the -