catchall

[damnpire]

WHO: d & others
WHERE: around the netherworld
WHEN: oocly, month of oct
WHAT: a catchall for me for different threads during oct
WARNINGS: will update as needed

Log Post ¤ Plotting Post

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rosa ¤ serene, tea hunting

[damnpire]

[jiji moon is in the image for serene which is hilarious

D is already waiting for Rosa when she arrives, standing like a dark and out of place statue. Serene is much too colorful for him as a backdrop, but something about the gentle air of the place somehow matches his quiet nature.

He turns his head toward her and nods under the hat in greeting. Hello.]

laurent ¤ radiance, parliament house

[damnpire]

[Not the first or last time D will just be waiting in gentle stoicism for other people. If he's out of place with Rosa in Serene, then he's extremely out of place here in Radiance, especially outside the limits of the guarded palace building. The whole of him stands out like a sore thumb.

In a fashion Laurent will understand, D is strangled from head to toe in clothes. The only thing visible is his ghastly pale and beautiful face caught between a striped scarf and hat and the ends of both hands. The bulk makes him look older and stronger, but his face betrays where in time his physical youth is caught.]

Hello.

cedrik ¤ mirth, harvest hunt

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[D had mostly gone into the maze to look around, nothing more. Many of the other people enjoying themselves shriek and race away from him despite his slow walk; his look alone surprises and frightens them.

This normally doesn't bother him. He's spent a very long time taking the brunt of othering from humans on the Frontier. In fairness, it isn't the fear here that bothers him. The longer he walks around in the maze, the more the fear seeps into his bones and incites him. No. It incites the Shadow within him, the one thirsty for violence and domination.

A scent comes to him through the corn. He's never smelled it exactly, but the edges of it remind him of... the dander of a rabbit? He can't say with certainty who it is, but thinks he may know if only because of the soulmate app's profiles. This incites him, too. He stops for several long moments in attempt to compose himself. The Shadow and Left Hand's voice are both a deafening cacophony, and he's irritable. The harder he tightens his jaw, the longer he can feel his fangs grow.]

D! [the croaky voice barks.] Get a hold--D!

[He takes off through the peeled apart tunnels of the corn, eyes shining in the dark like carnelian.]