Post by fleabittengray on Jan 22, 2024 12:28:21 GMT -7
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CORPSESPAWN
made by remi of rilla go! and adoxography
Snow swirled through the atmosphere, adding an almost whimsical senes to the otherwise ominous and eerie atmosphere. Through the haze of snow, headstones and a mausoleum could be seen. That was his destination, the allegedly haunted graveyard of Wild Equines, conveniently located in the Free Lands. It never was never active, there was no hustle and bustle there like one might find at the beaches or the lake or somewhere else in the Free Lands that wasn't quite so creepy. However, Corpsespawn was very familiar with creepy things. He himself was one such thing, with bones and muscle exposed from burn wounds that would never heal, despite his death being several years ago now. The once handsome buckskin had chosen to remain in a much more grotesque state of being. It suited him, really. He'd always been very unsettling, and now he just looked the part. He remembered every encounter he'd head with mortals, and even a few angels, here in Wild Equines. They were always disgusted and disturbed by his appearance alone. Many, at first, believed him to be a figment of their imagination, but Corpse was very much a real being - he was just dead.
His zombified figure trudged through the snow, quiet and cryptic humming being emitted from his skinless muzzle. His skull was, well, a skull - all exposed bone, white as the snow that surrounded him, with not a hint of skin or muscle to be seen until around where his head and neck met. Saliva dripped from his bony maw, his tongue hanging out of the left side of his mouth like a dog, where the gap was between his front and back teeth. With horns upon his head and the stench of sulfur following him, it would be clear to any who dared to gaze upon him that he was a demon. A hound of Hell. Who, if anyone, would dare to approach him this blistery afternoon in Pahaendeline? Hopefully, this trip up to the mortal realm would not be worthless. Hopefully, he could do something to gain something for the Underworld. Xerxes was bound to reward him beautifully, if he did such a thing.
JUNI! w/ Noxys
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This will be interesting
9 years 11 months, winter, afternoon
His zombified figure trudged through the snow, quiet and cryptic humming being emitted from his skinless muzzle. His skull was, well, a skull - all exposed bone, white as the snow that surrounded him, with not a hint of skin or muscle to be seen until around where his head and neck met. Saliva dripped from his bony maw, his tongue hanging out of the left side of his mouth like a dog, where the gap was between his front and back teeth. With horns upon his head and the stench of sulfur following him, it would be clear to any who dared to gaze upon him that he was a demon. A hound of Hell. Who, if anyone, would dare to approach him this blistery afternoon in Pahaendeline? Hopefully, this trip up to the mortal realm would not be worthless. Hopefully, he could do something to gain something for the Underworld. Xerxes was bound to reward him beautifully, if he did such a thing.
JUNI! w/ Noxys
361 | Profile
This will be interesting
9 years 11 months, winter, afternoon