Lioness of Prideless
Played by witch
The hellhound finds itself in unfamiliar territory - not because it's stumbled into a swamp, but rather because it's never been to this swamp before. And, being who and what it is, the hellhound doesn't turn around and leave like most sane beings would do if they found themselves in an unfamiliar swamp at sunset. No - this particular beast decides to plunge headlong into the murky depths of the place, lips quirked upwards in amusement. Is it any wonder the creature's offspring are more than a little nuts? No, of course not - not when this is the genetic fountain they're springing from.
Mud drags at the thick fur on the hound's limbs with every step, trying to suck the beast down - but the holographic hellbeast has no intention of feeding the swamp's appetite, at least not tonight. One eye - the only one the monster has left - peers this way and that, on lookout for crocodiles. Just because the beast had met a nice one as a child doesn't mean they're not wary; for all the hound knows, it'd met the one and only polite crocodile in existence. Fur like arterial spray stands out even in the growing darkness of the swamp, and holographic striping doesn't help.
They're a beacon as they move through the trees and the mud - searching for something. There is, supposedly, a specific herb that grows only in swamps - and it is an herb needed by the beast's creepiest child. Why, the beast doesn't know - one doesn't ask Death what they intend to do with an herb that only grows in swamps. One simply retrieves the herb and gets the fuck out of the way. Of course, Legion would never harm their pa-ma, as Legion's twin brother likes to call the hound, but the crimson creature would just as soon not become involved in whatever spookery Leggie is up to now.
Besides, it isn't as if poor Kokushibo won't get roped into Leggie's schemes - the darling boy would do anything to please his parents or siblings, and unfortunately for him Leggie has no issues about taking advantage of that fact. Sighing, the bloodborn beast continues its treck through the muck - only to stop abruptly as it catches sight of the exact herb it's hunting for. Yanking its paws up out of the mud as best as it can, it attempts to lope over to the herb. It's slow going, and looks sort of ridiculous - a lion trying to emulate the high-stepping gate of a dressage horse - but the hound manages to make it all the same.
The hound hovers over its prize, about to snatch it, when a sound has its head snapping upright. Wary gaze searches for the source of the noise, thick nest of curls falling over the ruined half of their face to conceal their blinded eye. No need to reveal weakness preemptively, after all. A low rumble of warning escapes from the heavily-scarred monstrosity, lips curling just a little - if anyone thinks to ambush the hound, they'll be getting a rude greeting. Who's there? The hound calls, ears twisting in an attempt to locate the source of the sound it had heard. The beast is going to be heavily irritated if it has to make a run for it with this herb from a crocodile - but it's well aware it isn't quite powerful enough to fight one and win.
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Mud drags at the thick fur on the hound's limbs with every step, trying to suck the beast down - but the holographic hellbeast has no intention of feeding the swamp's appetite, at least not tonight. One eye - the only one the monster has left - peers this way and that, on lookout for crocodiles. Just because the beast had met a nice one as a child doesn't mean they're not wary; for all the hound knows, it'd met the one and only polite crocodile in existence. Fur like arterial spray stands out even in the growing darkness of the swamp, and holographic striping doesn't help.
They're a beacon as they move through the trees and the mud - searching for something. There is, supposedly, a specific herb that grows only in swamps - and it is an herb needed by the beast's creepiest child. Why, the beast doesn't know - one doesn't ask Death what they intend to do with an herb that only grows in swamps. One simply retrieves the herb and gets the fuck out of the way. Of course, Legion would never harm their pa-ma, as Legion's twin brother likes to call the hound, but the crimson creature would just as soon not become involved in whatever spookery Leggie is up to now.
Besides, it isn't as if poor Kokushibo won't get roped into Leggie's schemes - the darling boy would do anything to please his parents or siblings, and unfortunately for him Leggie has no issues about taking advantage of that fact. Sighing, the bloodborn beast continues its treck through the muck - only to stop abruptly as it catches sight of the exact herb it's hunting for. Yanking its paws up out of the mud as best as it can, it attempts to lope over to the herb. It's slow going, and looks sort of ridiculous - a lion trying to emulate the high-stepping gate of a dressage horse - but the hound manages to make it all the same.
The hound hovers over its prize, about to snatch it, when a sound has its head snapping upright. Wary gaze searches for the source of the noise, thick nest of curls falling over the ruined half of their face to conceal their blinded eye. No need to reveal weakness preemptively, after all. A low rumble of warning escapes from the heavily-scarred monstrosity, lips curling just a little - if anyone thinks to ambush the hound, they'll be getting a rude greeting. Who's there? The hound calls, ears twisting in an attempt to locate the source of the sound it had heard. The beast is going to be heavily irritated if it has to make a run for it with this herb from a crocodile - but it's well aware it isn't quite powerful enough to fight one and win.
