𝑪𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝓛𝕀𝔽𝔼 .ᐟ

lounging in the sun on a flat rock, a few baunos circling overhead or perching on nearby rocks.

streeetching. big ol stretch.

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hm.
i do not like the strange bird-thing's vibes. they are.. discomforting.

flower :}

an extremely bold choice. foolish, as well, but that they were well aware of. i am surprised the construct is as relatively stable as it is.

for their desperation, nor the extreme measures which were taken to create what they hoped would beーyet knew fully could be their downfallーtheir savior... but to secure still-living materials left from the lunar god in the ruins of another civilization decimated to concoct their bioweapon was +

schrade'sーand all those who once held this world in the palm of their handsーdemise, i do not know if any have had the ability to create armour from his scales, for the better, but perhaps a single soul lost to arrogance would be a far better reality than that which is. i do not fault my creators +

the fatali species are... hmmh. parasitic. those who scoff at the stories that are luckyーperhaps unlucky, ratherーenough to find themselves in possession of materials from one... often are never heard from again. they bring about their own undoing in their arrogance.
the guiding destroyer moon, +

mmh. yes. a trace of the true self always exists within the false selfーno good of which can come from when pertaining to a fatalis of all dragons, less so one which is a supposed deity.

;; gog i do really want/need to start being more active with rp stuff again.... a bit tired tonight for much actual stuff i think but agh
mainly feeling like this muse, my zoh shia @saviikahzidal.from.wtf and my chaotic gore inspired five pebbles @randomgods.needs.healthcare....

oh. the girls [ god and the manmade abomination made using materials from him ] are going to start beefing, arent they. wonderful.

;; hmmgn still thimking about how i want to give my gark a scarf or some other kind of Accessory that's from/related to their creators like how guac's gark does............

stupid doshaguma. ugly, brutish things, always trying to pick fights they can't win.
. . . at least the guardian's hunger is sated for nowーgore smattered across its pale white form surging ablaze with brilliant violet veins as it gorges itself upon the torn open carcass.

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𝙇𝙖𝙜𝙤, 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧

- they/he
- tends to be annoying
- great with monster/animal handling

"... my story . . . hm. it is not one which most would call pleasant; my existence, in of itself, is not something which many would consider a pleasant thing... justifiably so. artificial imitations of life are not meant to truly be aliveーperhaps to exist at all."

it supposes the rain is not the most pleasant sensation, but it is by far not the worst it has experienced, thus the guardian is decidedly neutral on it and the rushing floodwaters.

the downpour makes for much simpler hunting, when most other large monsters prefer to avoid the floods and torrential rainfall; easier to take down smaller monsters for prey without another trying to horn in for the easy meal.

;; i made a garkveld dracoviper in path of titans
it is so pretty,,,,

;; sure, why not

;; sure, why not

nostrils and turns its gaze back to scanning the deeper water, an unnatural stillness to its body.
the spider is not its quarry, and of little interest otherwise, particularly nowーthe apex will pass through in due time soon, and then it shall feed.

acknowledgement, to beyond its gaze lingering for a few nonexistent heartbeats, those unnatural shiny black eyes not so much as twitching in reaction to the heavy rainfall, even when it splatters against the thing's face and close to them, before it exhales a short, dismissive huff from its +

eyes on it, watching it intently. its focus shifts momentarily, head lifting and turning to scan the trees with a slow, sweeping gaze, sharq-black eyes eventually landing upon the shape of a lala barina huddled beneath the shelter of a tree staring it downーwhich it pays little mind, let alone +

despite its obvious misplacement there, lacking any adaptations to this weather. yet it appears unbothered by either, hardly so much as even acknowledging them as it seems to scan the deeper waters past where the stony ground gives way to long-gone manmade reservoir.

it is not alone. it feels +

the steady weight of the rainfall landing upon it and fast-moving water flowing past its colourless, pale form, while uncomfortable, is by no means the least pleasant thing the guardian has experienced, and thus tolerable to it; and so there it stands, in the open and direct exposure to both +

the downpour is an unrelenting force.

while most monsters, save for those specifically adapted or specialized for this kind of extreme weather environmentーleviathans, namelyーwould make an effort to avoid being in either the direct pounding rain or the rushing floodwaters as much as possible, +