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Private drink in the night
Bellamy









Bacchus
Female
Rogue
Other bear
© Uri
3.25 years
Height: 56 in
Posts: 10
AP: 4AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 300 lbs

drink in the night


Bacchus
a perfect circle

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Dialogue | Thoughts
Powers Used: NoneOOCThere was something truly beautiful about the tundra at night. The winter breeze whipped away Bacchus's breath as she stood on a rocky outcropping over a slight downslope, snow untouched by beast. Far behind her was likely her sister, fast asleep or looking for something to eat, or perhaps even looking for her.

Nevertheless, this evening was Bacchus's to do with as she wished. She had decided fairly recently that although the trip to this new land had been long and arduous, she would not restrict Crocuta. If her sister wished to go out into the wilds, so be it. If Crocuta wished to remain here in the snow forever, that was her prerogative.

Bacchus would not stray far, no, not yet. There was still so much to learn about this land and the prospect of doing so without her sister by her side was, simply put, terrifying. She still very much had to grow into her own bear, but she was working on it. One thing she had learned: You had to fake it until you made it. No sign of weakness would be ignored. It simply would attract the wrong sort of attention, something that was sure to bring about harm.

Still, the call of the night drew her from her roost. It had pulled her away from family and into the cold of the night.

Perhaps it had tempted someone else into the shadows as well?









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Bellamy
Female
Rogue
Wolf
© Akradr
2.75 years
Height: 40in
Posts: 19
AP: 72AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 170lbs

RE: drink in the night

(This post was last modified: 07-02-2019, 05:39 PM by Bellamy. Edited 2 times in total.)


Bellamy Bhavik

So say your goodbyes, because the world won’t survive.


Bhavik strangled madder into the crooks of her neck, bleeding its inken coloration into that of a vivid red -- she rather enjoyed the natural crafts, binding it however possible.

It was to placate foolery among those she did not know, of course.

Oh, how exciting.

Eyes of gored velvet dosed over the reel of dusk, this wintry tundra becoming less of an invitation as it dragged into the veils of nightfall, cold and uncouth. The decree cared little for what may be, and the previous encounters had occupied her only briefly; it wasn’t enough, however, and she implored this nonetheless. Oh, to use them in ways that wouldn’t be considered humane by the norm tickled the very skin she wed, burning every vein that slaved with blood. But they didn’t need to know that, right? What, pray tell, would that do? My, those doll’s were bleakly delightful and plump to the brim –– where had they gone? One proposition in particular had yet to be fulfilled, and she’d see it done, one way or another. A cackle bellowed from the back of the wolf’s throat, ghastly and grim as static marched every crevice of the devil’s existence, glow pulsating until it delved into a wraith of oblivion. White, translucent clouds rolled from Bhavik’s lips in gritty gargles, salivated by those over-extended canines: translate activated, herself engraving the earth with japanese symbols on dull nails, “Smár doll, komplayr mit mér.” A laughable threat, as suggestive as it was, drooled from Bellamy’s tongue in dare for someone to see it, to bite the bullet. It practically crawled out like mold on decaying bones, hackles dancing with dominance and intimidation -- she needed someone to sedate these masochistic needs -- there was more of a manipulative warrior in this dirty grace than there was morals. Soon, a delicacy of colours scorched the mojave’s sky, spiralling into a wave of moonlit violet and solemn blue. Coming forward, a crooked smirk grossly ate at the woman’s dishelved features, untraceable acting on its own accord.

Speaking not of her intentions, that singular wing spilt out in a girth most unnatural, toxic horns curving with malicion –– eyes wide, it was godlike from the gates of helheim.

And once again, luck fabrciated into the face of reality.

A bear, christined by snow, seemed to be all by itself; well, don’t mind if I do. She did not care for what they might be capable of, because Bhavik lived to be pleasured in every sense of the word. “Babygirl,” Words slithered like a snake in raw cloth, daring them to do as they’re told -- or just crumble in mercy, whatever came first, “Stay hviler, don't leave.” Jaws fell agape in protection of vitalities, knowing it’d be a funeral if they so chose to disobey; she wasn’t here to be ignored. Diligent plagued as she therein attempted to stalk the towering trophy from behind, body now screaming to be bathed by the insides of another. Yes, they’d be quite an ornament, would they not? Goodness, what more could a woman want.

Translation: Smár doll, komplayr mit mér, little doll, come play with me | Stay hviler, don't leave, stay here, don’t leave.

Savant 1/3 | Electricity 1/2 | Light 1/2 | Metal 0/2.
Untraceable 1/1 | Diligent ∞.


Action. | “Speech.” | Magic.

the-night-bird & Bine G.





Wears an upside-down cross necklace w/ metal and a septum piercing w/ light.


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Bacchus
Female
Rogue
Other bear
© Uri
3.25 years
Height: 56 in
Posts: 10
AP: 4AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 300 lbs

RE: drink in the night


Bacchus
a perfect circle

◈ ◈ ◈
Dialogue | Thoughts
Powers Used: NoneOOCExhale ripped powerfully from her nostrils as she caught the barest hint of a voice. Indiscernable words... no, not words... something carried upon the wind. Something sickening about the hint of a sound attracted her. The bear rose to her full height, wind curling around her limbs as she gazed into the shadows, silence upon her features. A stone statue among the ice of winter.

A wraith made herself known.

The bear sank to her paws, ears pinning back and head lowering with tusks bared to protect her throat as the stranger slipped into view with clear signs of wanting to intimidate and defend. The glow of the wolf matched with the moonlight reflected from both sky and snow beneath revealed horns, fangs unnatural, and the spread of a singular black wing. Eyes narrowed, but one widened slightly in curiosity. Were she of the human variety, she'd be raising an eyebrow.

As the wolf began to try to circle around her back, her glow gave her away. Bacchus followed, turning so that her face always was aimed at the wolf with every motion. And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with? she said, voice low and careful. Not every word the wolf spoke registered as directly understood, but the message was clear. Why does your cloak not cover? Surely it freezes in this wind? That arched wing was made of membrane, not feather nor fur.

While it wasn't aided by magic, she listened intently for both an answer and for potential others, hidden in the shadows.










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Bellamy
Female
Rogue
Wolf
© Akradr
2.75 years
Height: 40in
Posts: 19
AP: 72AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 170lbs

RE: drink in the night


Bellamy Bhavik

So say your goodbyes, because the world won’t survive.


Possession was but a mediocre term: she liked to fiddle with her dolls.

Bend them to the point of dismemberment –– oh, it made her quiver.

“A little taste of helheim,” It was torn out, eyes of gored velvet daring to peel the very skin from their flesh like a beautiful delicacy -- well, as gruesome as it may be, “Bhavik, かし私の名前は私があなたとするつもりであることにほとんど関係がない.” Fatigue would therein attempt to activate upon the pet, tongues literating the japanese as that singular wing fled athwart the air, glazed by moonlit prophecies. My, one would never understand the clockwork of this wicked crook, for her ghoulish ways are but a stepping stone for what she truly wanted. To rule, and to obliviate. The decree laughed, bony protrusions stagnant atop those inky, risen hackles; she took a step forward, not caring if they gave consent or not, because for all it’s worth, they’d give her what she came for. Isn’t that how it worked? Pleasure, of course, was a sickening necessity. Bellamy tended to weave like an infestation, rotten by maggots and mold, begging to unravel the insides of her victims in cold, ghostly graves. Bhavik’s ill obsessions were far from humane, but she cared not. A fragrance of air rolled from the wolf’s mouth, cloaked by the ice that bathed this silent tundra, “I’ve dealt with worse, doll.” She intercepted, toxic horns curving in tune with her lowered head –– there was an upside-down cross molded unto Bhavik’s forehead, silked by gold. Why, it was rare for the hellish ghoul to reveal it; continuing to circle, intentions were naught for nothing, considering she’d do whatever it took to find a frail weakness. It may take time, however Bellamy did not mind if it meant coming out on top by the end of it.

There was always force, no?

Translation: Bhavik, かし私の名前は私があなたとするつもりであることにほとんど関係がない, Bhavik, but my name matters little to what I intend to do with you.

Savant 1/3 | Electricity 1/2 | Light 1/2 | Metal 1/2.
Untraceable 1/1 | Diligent ∞.


Action. | “Speech.” | Magic.

the-night-bird & Bine G.





Wears an upside-down cross necklace w/ metal and a septum piercing w/ light.


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Bacchus
Female
Rogue
Other bear
© Uri
3.25 years
Height: 56 in
Posts: 10
AP: 4AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 300 lbs

RE: drink in the night


Bacchus
a perfect circle

◈ ◈ ◈
Dialogue | Thoughts
Powers Used: Messenger (1/3)Her Messenger will not find a recipient.Bacchus's eyes flashed and her ears flicked back as she felt a sudden heaviness. It felt as if her flesh wished to crawl further inside, into a little ball to rest. She blinked hard, trying to force herself to stay awake and alert.

The wolf's laughter made the fatigued bear's teeth grit beneath her lips, head lowering and swaying side-to-side as she set her stance. The beast was coming closer and Bacchus watched warily, hackles rising along her spine. Bhavik, that's a... quick decision of adjective, ...powerful sounding name.

While she kept her poise, her soul screamed, Sister, find me!

She felt a scratching in the hollow of her ear, as if something was growing and crawling from under her skin. A small bird picked its way out of her fur and took to the sky. Little did she know, but she had just discovered her Messenger. Even as it flew away in search of her sister, she felt the sickening sensation of being alone. Somehow she knew that Crocuta would not be coming.

The vulnerable sow found herself admiring a marking of gold upon the wolf's forehead, witnessed as the bear continued to turn along with the circling, always facing the more powerful and dangerous canine. What do you want with me? she said, voice low and careful.










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Bellamy
Female
Rogue
Wolf
© Akradr
2.75 years
Height: 40in
Posts: 19
AP: 72AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 170lbs

RE: drink in the night

(This post was last modified: 07-16-2019, 06:06 PM by Bellamy.)


Bellamy Bhavik

So say your goodbyes, because the world won’t survive.


Powerful? Why, yes, that’s exactly what it was. Bhavik wasn’t about todillydaddy around the real reason she was here, however -- ghoulish the wolf may be, a sickening cackle braved like broken bells.

It chimed and bellowed, noticing their lack of concentration.

This was a dangerous game, one she intended to continue for the sake of getting exactly what she wanted; magic slued, proving its worth. Diligent settled against the skin, stalking in continuity for an opening, “You must be cold, doll.” Words nearly slit from Bellamy’s mouth in graveled suggestion, fatigue therein attempting to activate upon the white-robed bear once more. Pamper the meat, right? This is how she would win, of course. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t without the hand of a god –– the woman quite enjoyed toying with the inevitable –– the last proved successful, and this demonic decree had every intention to make them comply, to make them play by her goddahm rules. She cared not for the picketing bird, and as a breath of wintry smoke sailed from Bhavik’s lips, it became ghosted by a pause in motion. A smile crooked like sliced flesh, twisted and devilish in the wake of absolute infestation. “What do I want with you,” The horned wolf repeated in shambled appease, fake acting as that singular wing fled out to distract their proposed fatigue, “You’re going to cower before me, そして私にあなたと私の道を開かせましょう.” There was no pause from tongue’s sword, no rythem or rhyme; taking a step forward, those over-extended canines became slaved by saliva and foul intentions. Should they not obey, she’d ensure otherwise, forceful or not -- ‘no’ will not be tolerated here.

Translation: そして私にあなたと私の道を開かせましょう, and let me have my way with you.

Savant 1/3 | Electricity 1/2 | Light 1/2 | Metal 2/2.
Untraceable 1/1 | Diligent ∞.


Action. | “Speech.” | Magic.

the-night-bird & Bine G.







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