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HOWL OUT. I just realized I missed Os’ b-day back on 10/18... big oof from me! But all the same, he actually doesn’t consider that his birthday anymore and says it’s in January... when he escaped the facility some years back because he lost such track of time in there, that time was nonexistent and really screwed him up. So in a way, he felt ‘reborn’ by escaping the awful place and leaving it behind...  coughs! Anyway, still lurking a lot but I feel the muse crawling back slowly but surely. Just give it some more time. I got ideas but still need time to sort myself out.

HOWL OUT. So I have had a very unintentional hiatus... (still ongoing for now) I’ve been absorbed into video-gaming recently and managing a ‘guild’ or ‘clan’ within the game. Furthermore, I’ve been dealing with a foggy brain lately that comes and goes. Whenever it’s here, it takes a few days before my head clears up again so I’ve been trying to take it easy since I know it’s due to stress.  Stress because work is a bunch of bologna as you all know I’ve been working two full time positions since July so my activity has significantly dropped ever since. However, I lurk here ALL the time! I miss writing frequently and keeping my usual weekly markers... but right now, I just simply can’t keep up. I hope to come back soon but with no breaks on the horizon from work, I know it may be awhile before I get myself sorted. I’m quite certain I’ll have to do a wipe of my drafts though I am confident that I will be keeping ones that were plotted ooc - Nezumi, Zack, Neff. And a couple I’m curious as to where it will go/am very invested in - Envy, Lyla, Seto, Ryouta, Daiki. I believe that is the final list but I’ll make an appropriate thread drop later when I actually do return and can start replying to things. I apologize to everyone who has been eagerly waiting and I am also sorry to those who may have their threads dropped. Know I’m always willing to write but only when I have the time for more threads. Hope you’re all well! Be sure to treat yourself!

fallendom​:

@neverbefore​​ ♡’D FOR A STARTER

This wasn’t right—none of this was right. He had to remember how to BREATHE as he stumbled along a cobblestone street. This place was unlike anywhere he had ever seen before. It looked like it could be the United States but all the same, why was there a CASTLE peeking over the many buildings in the distance? He never happened upon anything like it before nor had he heard about it in the papers, or news, and he did his research. He did so much research about all the states so that he would know which place was best to run and hide to. His head was pounding and he wasn’t sure if it was thanks to whatever knocked him out, if it was the air, or the whirlwind of thoughts that weighed on him. He clutched his ragged sweater before his chest—yes, his ragged sweater. He was still wearing what he recalled, a sweater that was frayed at the cuffs, pants that had a couple grass stains and tattered hole over one knee, shoes caked in mud, and his bag-- His bag? He glanced around his own being only to realize that his bag was nowhere to be found. His jaw clenched and he saw someone nearby strolling passed. That’s when he began to try to speak to someone—anyone. “Hey—hello! Have you seen a duffle bag nearby?” The first passerby didn’t so much as glance his direction. Awkwardly, he resumed to scan the area before someone else entered the vicinity. “Excuse me, can I ask you a quick question?” This time, he received a glance or was that a glare? Again, they kept on walking and he could feel his heart begin to sink. It was almost as if he were invisible to these people.

An hour passed and he just about gave up his search when someone approached him. He nearly jumped out of his skin hearing another’s voice directed at him. A few blinks came to pass as he tried to decipher all that had been said. “Diavolo’s supervision--?” He murmured mostly to himself as began to piece together his situation. Sunset and sky blue eyes widened upon hearing the stranger finish his sentence. No, no, no—he had heard of jokes. He only just began to understand them. This was a joke. It had to be a joke. A somewhat forced and wry, half smile pulled onto his features with a hint of panic settling within his eyes. “… That’s… funny…” he was not at all amused but he was attempting to be. “… Hell… uhm… no, sorry. I’m just looking for my bag… have you seen it? I could’ve sworn I didn’t come here without it. Of course, I woke up from being passed out in the most oddest of places so… perhaps someone took it…”

abysskissed​:

Oslyeus could hardly believe what he was hearing. It was as though he had walked into some kind of dream. Had he passed out in the stall and not realized it? Was this really happening? He almost wanted to pinch himself but he knew when he was awake. He knew that this wasn’t actually a dream. He rarely slept as it was and when he did, it was always short-lived. Momentarily, he chewed his bottom lip as he thought about all the possible consequences that could come of this. Was he really willing to put someone else at risk? Especially someone who had the kindness to reach out to another they didn’t even know? The world was already lacking kindhearted people.

Oslyeus swallowed hard when the man before him dismissed all the details. “Oslyeus…” he answered after a pause. The least that he could offer was his name. “My name is Oslyeus,” he introduced himself more thoroughly and dipped his head in appreciation at the other. He was grateful that after all this time, they were finally going to start moving somewhere—even if he was hesitant to go to this man’s place, he didn’t want to be observed anymore than he already had. He knew the bartender didn’t mean anything by it but the more he had scanned him from head to toe, then to peer at him in the mirror was making his nerves twist. Unlike the stranger, he couldn’t hold eye contact. His gaze was always averted to some degree. Whether he was looking at the ground, off to the side, or to the void on his shoulder – he never looked another person directly in the eye unless if he was trying to challenge them. “Do you have to do anything more before we leave…? I can help with whatever you got left to do,” and the quicker they got done here, the quicker they would get off the streets to travel to this man’s house.

cosmicstardreamer​:

Oslyeus had tuned into his surroundings, fully morphed into his truest form, he could pinpoint where the beast was with just his nose. With his ability to detect one’s atmosphere, he knew this one had malintent written all over it. The immense amount of ferocity that dressed the forest in tangled webs was enormous and it made his skin crawl beneath his fur. It had been some time that he had faced another supernatural but he couldn’t merely run when the threat lingered so close to Neff’s home. Fur bristling up and down his spine, he wagered if coming in at a different angle on the creature was better than waiting for it to burst into the open at them. They were the ones at a disadvantage while it lurked in the trees and they stood out in the clearing next to the lake. Albeit, the lake could prove to be an advantage if it is so happened to not be able to swim. Thoughts raced while he stood tall before Neff. Her words were but a whisper in his ears, soft and gentle as if she hadn’t heard his warning at all. He didn’t know how or why she was remaining so calm and continuing the conversation when there was something out there—something that was watching them and potentially readying to attack at any moment. It could leap out in  the middle of her sentence and if he wasn’t ready—he quickly suffocated the thought. He was ready. He wouldn’t let anything happen to Neff while he stood here. “Neff it’s okay, let’s talk about it later when we got some time—right now, I don’t know what’s there but it feels mighty hungry right now,” he warned, flicking one ear in Neff’s direction briefly to signal that he had heard her but his eyes remained glued to where he had pinpointed the creature. One false move could swiftly end their lives. Oslyeus blinked in subtle surprise to see Neff wander before him though. Her presence standing before him didn’t exactly bother him—as he stood tall behind her with his chest puffed and haunches bristling. All he had to do was step over her and she would be shielded beneath his underbelly. If anything approached to see the monstrosity that rose behind Neff, it would be enough to deter any normal being that didn’t want a fight but he knew better. He knew that this creature would be unfazed with how ravenous it was, how the air twisted with its presence and how every instinct in Oslyeus body told him that danger lurked in those trees. When it spoke to Neff, its voice made the trees shake and the lake shiver. He could hear the whole forest go quiet. The birds, frogs, and crickets all hushed by the sound of evil. His lips peeled back further to show every sharp ivory in his jaws. He had to resist the urge to growl while Neff continued to converse with it. Why it was responding to her was beyond him but he didn’t like the thought of it being a ‘concept of fear’. What could fear possibly take from people? Courage? When Neff spoke his name, his ears pressed forward and his snarl somewhat disintegrated a fraction as he listened to her warning. There was a hint of tension, the thought that she might try to send him away and he readied to argue his stance.

But surprise flitted by his expression and a fiery look flickered in his mismatched eyes. “You don’t have to worry. I won’t be going anywhere. Just tell me what is you need me to do,” he trusted now that she knew EXACTLY what this was by the way she spoke with it. Thick claws dug into the fresh soil as he braced for what was to come. In all his life he couldn’t recall the last time someone insisted upon him staying especially when things turned dire. And yet, so often he would throw himself into the fray to ensure that nothing went amiss—that lives would be saved and sometimes he was successful… other times… well, he just would make sure that this wouldn’t turn out to be like those ‘other times’.

kllsworn​:

Zack was as impatient as ever. Though it came as no surprise to Karver. He had heard plenty of the criminal before, from his records and rumor. There was enough information about him on the streets that the intel that he received was more than enough. Albeit, most of the desperate people down here glorified Zack and ignored anything that suggested that he wasn’t someone to idolize. They kept themselves blissfully blind. No matter—they played a wonderful part and would soon get what they desired. Death by their so called ‘Angel of Death’. For a moment, it sounded as though Zack might decline the whole matter. After all—what did he get from it other than a killing high? And even then, Karver could only hope that these fools would follow through with a decent enough face to satisfy Zack. Thankfully, silence was his friend as he continued to walk the tunnel. Zack’s next words confirmed that the ‘ritual’ would commence and his gathering the individuals ahead of time hadn’t been a waste. “Perfect, then let’s not waste anymore time,” the tunnel opened up into another chamber. It was much smaller than the last and was equivalent to that of a small gym. Instead of multiple entrances, there was only the one that they had come from and the other end where the tunnel resumed. At the center of the chamber was a circular concrete platform and a dozen people that stood along the edge of it. They were all wearing hoods and their heads were bowed, each one standing as if they had become one with the concrete. Karver noticed in that brief moment how Zack paused in his steps. He, too, paused and wondered what he might be thinking. Although the next words that came from Zack’s mouth had his eyes cut over toward the killer. “I’m the gatherer. I’m gradually disposing of society’s ways—no it isn’t glamorous or pretty. But I refuse to be a part of society’s role any more… and as such, I have no plans on dying today. Perhaps once I’ve crumbled the economic system we can revisit that.” He stood an inch taller and spoke to those gathered ahead. “Remove your hoods—we shall begin right away,” he motioned for Zack to take the lead from here. Gradually, one by one, the people gathered started to pull their hoods down. There was one familiar face amongst the strangers... the same one that had caused a scene when they had first arrived. Her emerald eyes were dull, almost absent of life as she proceeded to tug down her mask.

nezumivc103221​:

Oslyeus’ brow remained worried as Nezumi told him not to fret. How could he not?  They were already imposing by staying here. They slept on Inukashi’s couch, had their food, took their hot water today; and with what? They hadn’t offered Inukashi anything in return. They didn’t even give Inukashi a fair warning of their arrival. To make matters worse Nezumi hadn’t been in touch with Inukashi for years… the thought of how they showed up at Inukashi’s doorstep made his stomach churn with guilt. As if that wasn’t enough, Oslyeus had ALWAYS been cautious about visiting people he cared for in the past. Only Nezumi had been different—only Nezumi was ready to embrace all of him, even the baggage that he carried. But who was to say that Inukashi was willing to step into the line of danger? Oslyeus had let everything he learned for several years disintegrate in a matter of weeks as they chased dying starlight every night on the highways. Why was he constantly letting Nezumi decide where they went? Why was he trusting that he really had everything under control? He knew why—he just hated himself for it. His eyes squeezed shut briefly as he bit back his own silent chastising. “… That—That sounds nice,” he managed to say after a moment. “What does Inukashi like?” He loved cooking food, breakfast, lunch, or dinner, it didn’t matter to him. Although certain cuisines he was better at than others. He was sure he would find something that Inukashi would be pleased with just judging from the meal they already had. He cast another look toward Nezumi, seeing him down the last of his coffee. There was a hint of warmth that began to flicker in his mismatched hues. Seeing Nezumi relax and unwind was not a sight he usually got to enjoy when he was awake. Often, it was only when Nezumi closed his eyes to sleep that he saw him so relaxed. Perhaps, he too, could let his guard down here… perhaps, he too, could stop thinking of the worst. He wanted to revel in this while it lasted. Revel in seeing Nezumi in an element that he hadn’t before. Just as he finished readying with bags at hand, he saw Nezumi make his way across the floors and intercept his path to the door. Brows subtly upturned and head canted in question for his actions. Before he could part his lips to say anything Nezumi was already smiling back at him, calling him hopeless. Had it been anyone but Nezumi, or if he had said it any other way, Oslyeus was sure he would have felt a dagger drive into his gut. But instead, he found the playfulness in Nezumi’s voice. “I—what do you mean?” He retorted, ready to argue his position if necessary even if it was without its usually edge. A blink came to pass as he was told to leave the bags and he glanced at what he was carrying as if Nezumi had asked him the most absurd thing to leave their way of survival behind. Natheless, before he could look back at Nezumi, the word date hung in the air between them. He could have sworn his heart fluttered as quick as a hummingbird’s and momentarily, he forgot how to breathe.

“—D… a date?” He finally found the words as Nezumi carefully slipped the bags off his shoulders. The gradual rise of chagrin decorated his nape as he stood idle before Nezumi. A hand lifted to rub the back of his neck, a failed attempt to cover the roseate crawling up to his ears. “I… I’m not—I didn’t dress for a date…” He glanced down at the clothes he wore but then there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Since when did he EVER have anything to dress in before? He still didn’t have anything to dress in… this was it. “I guess I don’t have anything to really dress in… but my hair—I could have done something more than nothing…” He was beginning to ramble, mostly to himself.

What did this mean then? A million thoughts started to fill his mind. Almost tripping over himself, he sunk to the bag and fumbled to find the camera. Fiddling with the controls, he checked to see if it was functioning while his thoughts kept running. With a hesitant breath, he looked back to Nezumi from his crouched position. “… Does… does that mean we’re dating…? You—” He cautiously rose to his original height, though he wished he hadn’t. From a crouched position, Nezumi might not see how red he was turning. “—wait… no…” And suddenly he was scared to hear what Nezumi might say. So instead, he lifted a hand to cover his mouth. “Don’t answer that. Don’t answer anything yet…” Why? There was something pulling at Oslyeus... he didn’t want the answer this way. He wanted it to be without him questioning it at all. In fact, he had the desire to say it first. He wanted to say it first...

tximidity​:

In tandem with Sullivan’s thoughts, Oslyeus was a hazard… even as he about Sullivan’s predicament and how it called for him to go to the hospital—he couldn’t. He couldn’t make Sullivan go. If he so much as suggested it, Sullivan would be left all on his own from that point forward. Oslyeus would be forced to evacuate the premises as Sullivan would have to make the call alone for an ambulance and speak with the cops. Assuredly, an investigation would follow at the scene and his traces would be tracked. The whole situation would force him to keep away from Sullivan until he was cleared of the hospital and any further follow-ups from the police. He doubted that Sullivan even realized that this predicament could spell out his demise if they were to call for help… nor did Oslyeus want him to know that. It seemed selfish to not reach for the phone and dial 911 when Sullivan’s health was at risk. There was no doubt that if there was no alternative, if he was left with no other choice, he would call even if it meant being discovered and apprehended. However, tonight he believed that he could be enough—he put the weight of faith on his own shoulders. If anything went wrong through the night, he could only have himself to blame and already he couldn’t forgive himself for what happened. If he had been more diligent, a little more reliant on his instinct, none of this would have occurred. Sullivan would have been home on time, enjoying a meal they would have likely made together and a warm shower afterward. Now, he was dressed in bruises and delicately changing into a new outfit. The pale, soft canvas of skin was now dappled with purples and blues. Oslyeus stayed close to his side as he hobbled ovedr to the pull-out bed, ensuring he didn’t take a tumble on his way. “Let me get you some water first—you need to stay hydrated because your body is going to be working twice as hard right now to be healing. Maybe even something to eat, you have to eat, too. I don’t think you’ve eaten all night… and you had so much medicine, you’re going to start feeling woozy,” Oslyeus rambled while he made his way over to the kitchen. With such a small apartment complex, his voice could be heard as he filled up a glass of water. He then rummaged through the fridge, thankful that there was some leftover soup. He wanted to reheat it over the stove but for once, he decided to hasten and use the microwave. Once the beeps alerted him, he carried over the water and bowl of food to Sullivan’s side table. “I know you’re probably not that hungry but you should have a little something to eat before you sleep…” He spoke while he made his way back over to the dresser, finding a change of clothes for himself since he didn’t want the blood of the assailants to get on Sullivan. Tossing his dirtied pair of clothes into the laundry bin, he dressed into some sweats and an oversized sweater that nearly swallowed him whole. Finally, he settled into the bed with Sullivan and shifted closer as he was wrapped up in Sullivan’s arms. The listless kisses traveling up his neck to his jawline caused a wave of tingles to flood his veins, but he otherwise relaxed into the gentle touches. A hand lifted to tenderly comb through Sullivan’s dark locks. Mismatched eyes softened while he listened to the string of words that escaped in the space between. “It’s not so much a weight… or a burden, I just hadn’t said anything cause it wasn’t that important before. It still isn’t that important… not as important as you knowing what I’ve done and the danger that follows me—” and it scared him that if he couldn’t even do so much as keep Sullivan safe from people who hardly posed a threat. How was he going to do any better if they discovered him here?

He squeezed his eyes shut briefly and let his arms hold Sullivan a little too tightly. “… I’ll tell you about it soon… but you should sleep for now. Please let me know if you need anything through the night…” he doubted that he was going to sleep any. Instead, he lay there hyperaware of his surroundings and every movement that happened around the house and a mile out.

voidwardcn​:

He had been running for the past three days until now. Only now was there any breath of air that he could spare without the risk of being caught. With a near empty duffle bag sagging off of his shoulders, he sought what he believed the LEAST dangerous building in all of this block. Streets that reeked of people committing crimes. Aside from his bedraggled state and worn clothes, he didn’t really appear to fit the part… not a single scar on his body and the ‘musk’ that she smelled wasn’t alcohol but gunpowder from his enemies. Upon being prodded, he blinked drearily at the woman before startling to full awareness.

He knew she wasn’t one of THEM, he would have pinpointed their approach from a mile away but that didn’t mean he should ignore those nearest him. Quickly, he got to his feet and looked at her clinic that he had decidedly rested by. “Sorry—I didn’t mean to collapse here or rather I didn’t think it would cause any problems. I—no, I’m not drunk. I didn’t even drink,” he reassured her, lifting his palms for her to see them empty handed. Gathering his duffle bag shortly after, he rose and started away. “And I’m definitely not about to die. Sorry for disturbing you,” he told her while he peered into his bag. He had nothing to offer her and by the looks of it, he needed to restock.

nezumivc103221​:

Oslyeus could tell just by stepping into the vicinity that Inukashi wasn’t pleased with him having spent awhile in the shower. It was just one of the many blessings of having the sharp instincts of an animal, rather his senses were sharper than any wolf. Any wolf could read a room if they needed and were inclined to understand the state of other creatures. It was why animals were so reflexive, quick to make a decision with flight or fight. Albeit, this situation did not call for that. By knowing humans and grown up with them for the past decade, his ability to sense the atmosphere merely allowed him to understand people before they even parted their lips to speak. It was why the first utterance that escaped him happened to be an apology. Nezumi was on a completely different page than Inukashi and Oslyeus soon realized that as he pulled out a seat to recline in. His gaze unabashedly lingered on him, a mirth bubbling within his mismatched hues as he sought to match his energy. There was an unmistakable hint of alcohol that hovered in the air and he was able to pinpoint where from quite easily. However, the scent had never bothered him. It, in fact, brought warm memories that most people would find absurd. “That sounds nice,” he agreed, always loving the sight of open waters whether it be an ocean or a lake. “It’s been awhile since I’ve last seen a lake—” Inukashi’s gagging sound caught him by surprise and his brows subtly upturned at hearing that they wouldn’t be joining. “Is—Is it something I said…?” A frown started to form upon his lips. He had imagined that they would all be going, not that he was opposed to going alone with Nezumi but he saw no reason why they couldn’t all sightsee. “Ah—it must be the shower… I really messed up by taking all the hot water,” his lips thinned as he pressed them together in thought. “Do you know what Inukashi likes? Maybe I can make it up to them later…”

He noticed Nezumi getting ready to leave and he decidedly set his mug down. Before he could gather himself, Nezumi had returned to his side and raised several questions. Curiosity piqued in his sunset and sky blue hues, “What is--… ah, you’re going to make me wait…” he realized, already craving to know. As Nezumi’s fingers threaded through his hair, he couldn’t help himself but to lean into the touch. His lashes fluttered shut briefly as he soaked in the caress. It was the encouraging pat on his shoulder that had him finally let go of the mug and rise to his feet. He gave a full stretch, one arm folded over his head as the other lifted high toward the ceiling. A lingering look was given to Nezumi, a silent longing in his hues before he drifted toward his shoes. Slipping into each one, he pulled at the heels to tug them fully on and crouched to tie his laces. They hadn’t gotten a chance to restock on anything but Oslyeus was already making a beeline to the bags. There was no telling if they would need something and they never went far without them. He would feel bare, exposed; without their meager supply in immediate range. “Alright, I’m ready,” he announced, following suit of Nezumi if there was nothing else left to grab.

nezumivc103221​:

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THIS IS OSLYEUS. ALL NIGHT LONG. He too can’t get enough of Nezumi but he’s also swimming in blushes from the many kisses he got from just giving one kiss-- SECRET UNLOCKED. One kiss can equate to receiving multiple.