{ nine.dots :: VIDEO.and.ACTION //triggers -- backdated }
[[ooc; cut for Dot being actively gruesome.
here's her permissions, come to me newbies.
Backdated for Gavril's Hunting Party]]
[Of course Dot would need an audience for her hunt. Yeah, she would get to show her kill off at the end, but what the fuck did that matter if she didn't get to show off her brutality first?
She invites the vine along with her explicitly, sweet-talks the stupid little thing into winding up her arm, coming along with her as she stalks the trees for game meat. That's allowed, right? Some animals were just made to be eaten, and Dot has determined herself to find something big.
Considering what a goddamn loudmouth Dot is, she is surprisingly stealthy when she is on the hunt, but then a killer on the hunt is always quiet and calm, no need to disturb unsuspecting prey. She winds her way deeper and deeper into the thrush, eyes alert, and when she spots herself a nice big boar, she goes completely still, crouching down out of sight.
What follows is... bloody, to say the least. What a natural hunter might do with claws and teeth, Dot does with only her hands. She herself is horribly gored by the creature's tusks, punctured deep in her chest and her stomach, but she barely seems to react at all, just determines to take the beast down, and she does.
Only then does she flash a terrible smile at the vine.]
You catch all that, motherfucker?
[She gives a wild, elated laugh, smiling with bloodied gums and cupping a hand over the wound in her stomach, mostly to keep her organs settled inside her while her regeneration takes care of knitting her closed with obscene expediency. Her bright blue eyes glitter with dark and terrible glee.]
That's a fat ass pig.
[She laughs again, tossing her head to get her sweat and blood-wet hair out of her eyes. She takes her prize by its back legs and starts dragging it back to the meeting point.]
here's her permissions, come to me newbies.
Backdated for Gavril's Hunting Party]]
[Of course Dot would need an audience for her hunt. Yeah, she would get to show her kill off at the end, but what the fuck did that matter if she didn't get to show off her brutality first?
She invites the vine along with her explicitly, sweet-talks the stupid little thing into winding up her arm, coming along with her as she stalks the trees for game meat. That's allowed, right? Some animals were just made to be eaten, and Dot has determined herself to find something big.
Considering what a goddamn loudmouth Dot is, she is surprisingly stealthy when she is on the hunt, but then a killer on the hunt is always quiet and calm, no need to disturb unsuspecting prey. She winds her way deeper and deeper into the thrush, eyes alert, and when she spots herself a nice big boar, she goes completely still, crouching down out of sight.
What follows is... bloody, to say the least. What a natural hunter might do with claws and teeth, Dot does with only her hands. She herself is horribly gored by the creature's tusks, punctured deep in her chest and her stomach, but she barely seems to react at all, just determines to take the beast down, and she does.
Only then does she flash a terrible smile at the vine.]
You catch all that, motherfucker?
[She gives a wild, elated laugh, smiling with bloodied gums and cupping a hand over the wound in her stomach, mostly to keep her organs settled inside her while her regeneration takes care of knitting her closed with obscene expediency. Her bright blue eyes glitter with dark and terrible glee.]
That's a fat ass pig.
[She laughs again, tossing her head to get her sweat and blood-wet hair out of her eyes. She takes her prize by its back legs and starts dragging it back to the meeting point.]