THIS FEVER PITCH / open, joining

[Luciferr]

THEY ARE DIVINE...
Blacktide — Warrior — Occultatum

hiss, hiss, hiss

The breath whooshed from between black lined jaws, viscous dark fluid drooled down the sides in small patters, trailing down the obsidian daggers housed within this maw, before a dark tongue wipes it away.

Eyes black as night and spilt ink, cut through with a flash of livid red like an open wound cantered within each, corona's of dark pooling blood on a backdrop pure dark, slitted pupils bleeding black ichor into the Crimson flickered around the canopy before him.

His mind was quiet, but for the slow torpor of a serpentine trail moving in thick liquid - they were quiet today, but slow to wake, hunger nipping at his thoughts like scavengers at his heels.

Hm, he'd need food soon - meat newly slaughtered was preferable but a carcass was fine, he'd even go scavenging a battlefield if need be, he was not choosy in what sustenance was gained, after all,

Meat was meat.

Click, click, click, stop.

Hm, a new scent in the breeze?

A Curiosity - they moved in agreement, alien movement in his thoughts alerting him to the drawing of their attention, like the slow movement of a beast considering a hunt.

Blacktide blinked, armoured form hunkering down slightly, position altering into a purposeful stalk.

Quiet, perhaps further in.

Step, step.

Stop, scent the air.

Closer hm,

Should we Stop? Groups dislike trespassing.

We go where we like - but agreement.

He hums quietly, a sub vocal purr hardly heard but to himself - shifting to sit, the mutated panther watches and waits quietly, the veins dark as his tainted ichorous blood stains them pulse slightly near his eyes.

An opportunity he's stumbled across - agreement, they project, darkly amused.

                                                     

[I. GHANA]

Well, this one was certainly an interesting creature. Another panther much like himself and Amaya, his whiskers twitched noting how their features were much different from his own. The sovereign stepped out from the plantation that hid them only to lock his gaze on Blacktide not at all that intimidated by how armored the creature seemed to be yet he was a bit grateful that they seemed to be coming in on peaceful terms. His whiskers twitched momentarily before he would speak with a light nod of his cranium "Name if you will," There was a pause only to add afterwards with his pupils narrowing in a calm manner "As well as business." He had asked a bit calmer than with the last joiner although, he supposed that was mostly due to Blacktide not trespassing or mocking him by sleeping on his lands. There was plenty of other land to sleep in that wasn't his tribes although, he would try his best to be welcoming to those that needed a place to stay for food and water. He wouldn't turn any of them down unless he found out that they were a possible threat, it was his duty to make sure that his people were safe even if he was well aware that they were capable of defending themselves. He flicked an ear briefly as he stood firmly with his tigers skin covering most of his body and the head of the once living striped beast concealed most of his face. Why did he wear such an item? Well, it was either for intimidation or make his authority known although, the true purpose of it was hidden. It was Kunta's secret and it was his own to decide whether or not to tell. He barely trusted anyone here but, he was sure through some time he'd find that he trusted the villagers more than he had originally thought or would give them.

[KISHI]

aliens are something Amaya personally doesn’t believe in, but she can’t prove that they’re fake just yet—who could, anyways? There’s little proof for either sides, and while some may argue and argue and argue, it all comes down to what evidence there is. Right now, there is none, and so Amaya sticks to that gray area. And yet, when she finds herself eyeing this... creature from a distance, she’s starting to question.

The way it moves, the way it sounds—it’s all very unsettling, at least to her. Fur prickling, she stays far away from the creature, hunching down in order to hide her frame as much as she can. It’s trespassing, and if not, then it’s close to that point at least. She... isn’t going to apprehend it, not yet. Blinking, the panther watches in stony silence as the inky animal sits down, its veins pulsing. Well, had she intended to stop him earlier, she can rest knowing that she doesn’t have to now.

Alas, resting is not on her agenda, not now. Just barely herself to her feet, Amaya locks her violet hues onto the newcomer, ears perked forward and shoulders tensing a little. Stepping forward quietly, she slinks through the undergrowth, trying to remain as hidden as she possibly can. The closer she gets to the inky creature, the slower she moves, her main motive at the moment just being stealth.

Once she deems herself close enough, she lifts her head, exposing her cover. And yet, she isn’t too close to the creature; a part of her isn’t sure if it is friend or foe. (Foe is possible, but she has met passive creatures around here, including a dragon.) with a mere blink, Amaya finds herself yet again slipping near Kunta and the stranger, remaining as still and silent as a block of stone.

[Luciferr]

THEY ARE DIVINE...
Blacktide — Warrior — Occultatum

his head tilts, considering - assessing,

Hm, - agreement,

Thoughts pushed back at him, he almost smiles slightly at the two to greet him really - both panthers, both reminders if the vestiges of his original form, so mutated as to have lost the majority of its glossy fur now.

Restless

Yes quite, idle thoughts, idle thoughts.

Tide inclines his head and pitch dagger lined jaws open to speak "BlackTide" he rumbles, affecting a polite smile, his voice is smooth and quiet - disarming perhaps - a pleasant accent m ant for those to put at ease, it is not a fabrication, this is his voice in truth but there is a strangeness to it - like the mind behind the words is not quite there, in the present moment so to speak, it is a subtle factor barely noted by most that care to listen.

The dark ink of his pupils contract as the vivid red corona's of his eyes catch alight in the light of the canopy as they flicker to watch the slower approach of the second closer - she does not speak, so he merely inclines his head politely.

He can appreciate those of few words - they are usually more succinct and to the point, this he can appreciate silence all the same.

It does not bother him - less noise to filter out from the rest - amused, is pushed back at him.

His head turns back to the first and now he answers the second "a curiosity mostly at first, I'd assumed the days of clans were gone given the previous...circumstances" too many bodies and not enough room for work to be done, too much bleating and insufferable personalities he couldn't cut away without question - humans had caused it, again, destroying the semi ordered structure of before and pushing the lot together, feh.

Anger, agreement - they remembered.

The heat of the anger sent a hissing in his mind, betrayed only by a brief twitch of his lip - he was long used to this.

"and yet I find myself at the border of one" his gaze cut sideways momentarily staring at nothing - agreement - before flicking back "so I've come to join, if you'll take me - life in a community is something I've sorely missed of late" he did miss conversation among others, yet, amusement, he was never really alone at all.

                                                     

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[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:11pt;"]sluggish movements matched calm words as the other approached, his chains clinking together softly as he came to a halt. another joiner- just as he had been a mere few hours ago. "hello." came the dreamy voice of sleepwalker. it was interesting to see what form of new creatures and personalities had appeared during his one hundred years of slumber. animals like kunta, hardworking and hardheaded (much like his father, as much as he hated to admit it). mysterious and silent types like amaya. then there was the so obvious do-not-trust types. he was getting very strong "don't trust me, I'm evil!" vibes from this guy for some reason- however, he wasn't the best judge of character. "I don't have any say in things, but my name is Theonidous. most just call me sleepwalker." lips pulled back into a smile, revealing his sharp ivory fangs.
[spoiler=TAGS | 3/23]GENERAL INFO —
→ thoenidous | " sleepwalker " | god of sleep and nighttime | he is a god from a made up religion*
→ no known gender | unknown biological sex, assumed male | any pronouns accepted, personally uses masculine pronouns but doesn't care
→ his body age is currently a couple hundred years old | mentally millions of years old | unknown birthday | unknown zodiac
→ member of fortis ignis | a demigid
APPEARANCE —
→ compared to other dragons/wyverns, sleepie is considered very small. when on all fours, he only stands at 5'2, and is around 9-10 feet long- he weighs in at about 130 lbs. his scales are made of very thin and fragile obsidian, making it a deep and glassy looking plum colour. as he is a wyvern, he doesn't really have front legs, just wings with very dull claws that help him grip the ground and walk. in his head are fairly large horns that are a soft greyish blue, and they loosely coil around his long neck. he tends to decorate himself in thin silver chains, some of whitchurch have things attached to them, and a few chairs form a pretty head dress that hang into his light blue eyes. normally, he looks very sleepy and always sounds like it too.
PERSONALITY —
→ ISFP | hufflepuff | true neutral
→ optimist | introvert
→ sleepie spends most of his time asleep. it's his favourite passtime, and his only way to seem.. normal. on a good day, he spends two hours awake and then takes regular naps in between each two hours. he is considered lofty and down to earth. he always hears both sides of the story and is a very good judge in situations that call for one. he is often very calm and collected- unless he threaten something he cares abou, and then he loses his shit. he becomes violent and irrational, and then it's goodbye to whatever pissed him off. without his sleep, there are a few stages of exhaustion that he goes through. a straight day without sleep simply makes him tired. there's nothing different about him except he's sluggish. two straight days without sleep, and he becomes easily agitated and angered. avoid him if he is like this, as he also gets violent. three days of no sleep, and he becomes increasingly paranoid. normally, sometime during the third day he will pass out. if he doesn't pass out, then on the fourth day, he will sleep without any way to wake him up.
POWERS —
→ item | description
→ item | description
→ item | description
→ item | description
RELATIONSHIPS —
→ josius, god of stone xx albiyot | too many siblings to name
→ single | taken by __ | completely oblivious as to what love is
→ assumed asexual | assumed a romantic
→ sexuality and romantic preference are not set in stone.
BATTLE TAGS —
→ peaceful actions can be powerplayed | he loves physical contact- as long as you're warm
→ physically easy when not angry | physically very difficult when angered
→ mentally very difficult when not angered | mentally easy when angered- not advised that you insult him when angry
→ @ salem when attacking
OTHER —
→ *sleepie is a god from a made up religion! it is from a book i've been developing and he exists along all other gods and should not conflict with any back stories!

[KISHI]

amaya has noticed that panthers appear to be a common species here, but that is not important at the moment. What she does find important is the way the creature moves, speaking short sentences and giving his name: Blacktide. The female panther doesn’t react to it; instead, she merely nods halfway, expression blank. A warrior name, is it? She has heard of plenty of them—namely when the groups had been thrown together—but she has never bothered with them beyond just that. She has chosen to stick with her birth name, after all—it’s the one she is most familiar with.

When the creature mentions the previous groups, amaya only offers a minimal shrug. But then he speaks of his intention of joining, and once again does she find herself glancing on over at Kunta. She can understand the will of being part of a community, but with that comes commitment. With the recent influx of joiners, she isn’t sure whether to think of this as a mere trend or not; if it happens to be one, then oh well. If it’s by coincidence? Oh well. It doesn’t affect her too much, she thinks.

Stepping back a little once the dragon from earlier walks into view, amaya curtly adds: ”Kunta will decide.”

[I. GHANA]

Hearing Blacktide speak of the former clans made the jaguar frown lightly only to say in response "Yes, the time of those clans have ended leaving a large group of starving and leaderless animals in its wake after the human incident yet, I, along with other individuals have built up groups of our own. This is one of the newer clans; Occultatum Village." His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits yet he didn't have any signs of tension continuing to listen to what the mutated panther spoke about and the way he said things made the Sovereign a bit tense although, he refused from showing it despite how the tigers pelt hid part of his body. His eyes briefly switched over towards Sleepwalker as he introduced himself to the stranger and hearing what Amaya said next made him briefly glance back to her for a few seconds only to lock his gaze onto Blacktide for another time. It was his choice to make to either allow this creature into their group or deny them access but, Kunta didn't see any point in denying the man his request. He didn't seem like a threat though if he ever was then Kunta wouldn't hesitate to take matters into his own paws. His tail lashed to the sides for a moment until he finally spoke with a curt nod "Welcome to our clan, Blacktide. May you enjoy your stay and we can take you back to camp," It was difficult to work oneself through the cave system so that's why he made sure that he was near whenever there was new joiners.

[Luciferr]

THEY ARE DIVINE...
Blacktide — Warrior — Occultatum

tinkling and clinking catches his attention - intrigue - he and they both think of this third stranger, a dragon? He has not seen one in awhile, they titter amongst themselves - what an interesting place they've found it seems.

He inclines his head, a slow blink at the stranger - theonidas, a noble name but prefers sleepwalker, Hm, filed away, noted in use for this one - and Tide speaks his words brief and succinct "a pleasure" he returns the smile, he nor they are all that intimidated by dragons - they for what they are and he for what he has seen when what he was became what he is - the smile is calm and placid in its looks before he - they a are inevitably drawn back to the attention of others speaking.

Eyes flicker to the female, no name given, wary of him, smart of her - but he nods his ascent, yes usually it is the leaders whom have the last say after all - but, ah, Kunta, a name for the first at least.

So his attention returns back to the first, covered in the fur of his slaughtered enemy no doubt - a practice, they hiss at him, they'd seen before - trophies - is the word they push at him, he blinks.

He takes in the words and inclines his head - an initiative taker this one to create and seemingly draw a small group already, Hm, - his ear flickers as he rises to his feet at the acceptance - the small thrill of satisfaction fed back to him, he knows he looks not of the norm and his General manner belies something darker, but the goodwill of all to give a chance prevails again, he smiles.

"my thanks, I hope to prove myself a valued member of this community" in repayment for this chance, goes unsaid but it's true, he tilts his head and moves to follow "please, lead on if you would" new territory, new rules and corners to learn - he knows better than to get lost straight away, but they thrill at the dark corners in every glance from the forest to further in - there are many places to hide, many places to ambush, yes this choice of home fit nicely.