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Basic Information

  • Basic Info

    • Name: Writhe
    • Gender: Gender Nonconforming
    • Played by: Ealdwic
    • Nicknames: Bonerack, lanky, death
    • Mannerisms: Quirky, eerie, and calm, unpredictable, always hungry, always hollow
    • Likes: Bones, destruction, chaos, drama, winning, and fear
    • Dislikes: Silence, sunlight, and boredom

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  • Description

    writhe
    /rīT͟H/
    verb;
    make continual twisting, squirming movements or contortions of the body...
    New owner. Reworking.

    Basically - old, insidiously cruel and traditional hellhound, nasty, gnarly, and will eat your face or your children - no real restrictions on who may be this one's next meal, and absolutely no capacity to make small-talk or appraise another with anything other than fury or the desire to eat.

    Gender is male but this one has lost any desire, awareness or concern over what reproduction is or biological roles of any sort of typical norm.
    Feel free to plot with me! Open to RP. Warning in advance: Writhe either attacks, uses, abuses, or eats most things.

    To receive Writhe's rationale to exercise the utmost self-control, or their curiosity over the innate and immediate desire to maim, dismember and feast is truly lucky... and blessed, at that.

    Furcadia Description:
    "Long and agile, narrow-hipped, deadly mythos. . . an insidious desecrator of all living things, and an incredibly wide-jowled, agitated, snow-white hulking mass of bone, sinew and furred flesh. Coated in the finest purest white, the gleam and silvery-smoothness akin to a prey's marrow sucked dry from a corpse, Writhe is painted with his own blood from where the hacked-off, canine-ground skullmask adorns his face and often digs into his pale face, or where his whipcord-shaped, jagged spinal tail lacks fur and protrudes like a sickening, engineered weapon, slapping and disturbing the grass and dirt below his clawed paws.

    One would ponder how Writhe survives, then sit and gape - that kind of horrified, dead-pan stare - as the beastly hellhound pulverised skin, bone, spinal cords, devouring jelly eyes and wet noses of other beasts, wrenting flesh and muscle from the remnants of a dusty carcass or an abandoned kill alike with his clacking incisors and bone-sawing hidden pulverisers to the back of his maw. No animal discrimination, here.
    You are either a meal, a snack, competition, or a thrill.

    He looks almost ethereal and handsome, in a catastrophic way, where the furry coat of a white wolf still remains, fluffed and almost wiry along his flank, his chest, and his scruff, though two old, curled, knife-sharp horns replace any semblance of ears. The smart, sensitive black nose does well enough to make up for his inability to hear, as does his sixth sense of where, what, and when you are, given the self-regulating sensors that fill his paw-pads with telltale vibration from any movements. Writhe will pick up any noise, from the slightest disturbance to the biggest staccato thumping.

    Eyes so dismal and hollow, they're black, wide-set and sunken, they have become one with the mask that clamps around his face, but make no mistake - any challenge or threat or quick, fluttery movements will have them set right on his prey, and consume any enemy. This one proudly wears the blood of the dead or their own, dark red spillage, all over the vengeful, eerie hellhound if possible. He'll make a brutal, quick, disgusting mess of you.    "

  • Physical Stats

    • Age: 10,000 years... give or take
    • Race: Hellhound
    • Class: Bonereaver
    • Size: Mythologically accurate to the extinct Dire Wolf
    • Bodytype: Lithe, boney, jagged, furred in places where this one is not exposing sinew or bone
    • Height: Tall, unexpectedly so
    • Weight: 90 lbs
    • Hair: Fur is stark white, often covered in their own blood, or that if this one's prey
    • Eyes: Black, hollow, almost as though they are entirely gone, though the mask covers all
    • Scars: Deep scarring along their flank due to exposed tail, spinal and rattling