To be noted,
Artwork by Apeldille.
Discord: Sapphire#3479
Warning, this biography and the character itself may portray mature themes such as but not limited to strong language, sexuality, violence, and abuse. This character is always in-character unless stated otherwise, anything to do with her (such as her thoughts, feelings, updates, and any information on her biography) is purely fictional and not a representation of myself.
The Devil's Scorpion
HELLFIRE » BLACK ORCHID » OBSIDIAN HEART » BLACK WIDOW » MATRIARCH » HELLCAT » HEARTH » DEMONESS » BLINDER » SPARROW
Umay, or 'May' »
crown » mature adult, eternal and ancient, frozen at the age of her first death, born 9th August » female » bisexual with a male preference » a chimeric demon, physique mirrors lion, cervine, and scorpion traits » omnivorous and cannibalistic »
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aloof » surly » apathetic » equally solitary and pack-oriented, yet often a pariah » cynical » devil-may-care » jaded » militant » a virago » observant » callous » resilient » wise » carnal » sensual » coquettish » morbid sense of humour » melancholy » guileful » eloquent, silver-tongued and smart-mouthed » guarded » deeply haunted » viperous » manipulative » cutthroat » sanguinary » depraved » volcanic wrath
warm » affectionate » maternal » sentimental » nostalgic » tender-hearted » supportive » fiercely loving
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The Scorpion's Sting.
Tail is deadly equipped with venom, see
here for symptoms. Always uses her stinger during fights but does not always envenom her targets. The usage of venom will be indicated by sneezing her antlers off to default.
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Unhallowed.
The light and the holy is harmful to her body, this includes substances and magic. Primarily in the forest, the devout spell rapidly scorches her fur and flesh and can even result in death if she is over exposed to it. Once upon a time, owned a magical blockade in the form of a pendant that blocked any kind of magic thus protecting her from the devout's harmful effect but it has long since been lost.
3RD SEPTEMBER
"..."
just a reference on the rut! because this is hella outdated and unused ):
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- Not seeking offspring, participating solely for the social aspect.
- Switches between competitor and judge (default antlers + poppies = competing), though due to a recent injury resulting in the loss of her left eye will likely be keeping to the sidelines until the eye has fully regrown (somewhere around the 7th to spare me from updating this again hahaha god I'm lazy)
Put it all on Umay! Dat kitty
Put it all on Umay! Dat kitty got claws!
Also, NEW PAGE IS MINE! -rubs self on-
... I place on peanut on
He's only 345 years old, give
I'll play one crochet plushy
ALL BETS ON UMAY. SORRY
Umay right now:
Walter is forever-alone.
Awes! No he's not! I bet on
Dayum, this RP.
A bout of uncontrolled, vile
"You won't be with your limbs scattered across the forest," poignant bitterness wreathes into her rumbling voice, the chuckle diminishes but a wry smirk lingers on her lips; she doesn't know why she laughs, not with the ire that seethes her very core, the dampness that threatens her eyes as a result.
"...You repulse me," is all she can respond with. Breath hitches on the male's 'although', yet the demon's stance remains firm as her father looms in closer with pointed tines.
Then comes his threat.
"Go on," perhaps suicide, "do it," legs carry her forwards, almost connects his weapons to her throat. "Kill me now and that's one down," Umay's face angles further in towards his ashen features enough for her eyes to narrowly fixate with his crimson orbs; obsidian chasms glower unwaveringly. "But there's an entire pack out there," tone lulls to a hostile whisper. "Kill me, you'll be igniting the fires yourself. They will... slaughter... you and your girl. Rip her puny little beating heart out, stick your severed head on a branch to rot." A short pause breaks her words apart. "Funny thing is, her blood will be on you. The only way either of you will make this is if you learn to back the fuck off. Do that, we won't hear a peep from each other." Every muscle in her legs jerk, tighten, gums gradually pull back over her canines. "Now," jaws widen, "get," and widen, "AWAY!" A bellowing roar echoes across the surrounding vicinity, the massive lioness lunges in towards his face only to tower herself against him, peering at him with ferocity.
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Omfg you guys LMAO
The male stands silent and
".. You're right. Why would I kill my sweet, beloved daughter?" He whispered in hush tones. A sudden jerk of his head angled the spines of his horns away from her throat and in one swift movement he forced the sharpened points upwards, intending to embed them into the side of the lioness' face. Jaw, cheek, eyes, he did not care for where his aim landed, he simply wanted to hurt her. Punish her. With a bellow he forced his weight against the lioness, intending to knock her off-balance and gain leverage over her.
The Demon Gazelle had been
Excruciating pain sears across every nerve of her face as a single tine latches beneath the soft flesh behind her chin, feeling as though the entire thing had been set ablaze. With an effortless push from her assailant, the spike breaches through the muscles of her own lower jaw and eases itself up into the cavity of her mouth, narrowly missing her tongue. The pain is abrubt and intense, her body hangs limply from his horn like a ragdoll ready to be tossed aside and for a moment, one single moment, the agony blinds every other sense. There's a certain stillness, a silence so quiet her ears ache to just listen, listen to something other than the distant pounding of a heartbeat becoming louder and louder, coupled with the unwelcomed fading echo of her father's last words. Given the angle her head is hooked at, lustered black eyes stare widened at the sky above until everything settles, all of it settles in: a metallic taste floods her mouth, the scent of her own blood bleeds through her nostrils. She feels it all again, a seige of pain entirely debilitating. Unseeable pupils begin to quickly dilate, alarm plagues the lioness and her breathing becomes erratic and panicked, a broken wail escapes her maw as the weight of her hanging body pushes the prong further into her gum, pierces the roof of her mouth by an inch or so.
Soon enough, it's ripped out just as fast as it had entered and she collapses onto the ground disoriented with the aid of Walter's force, her mask just feet away, and a slick crimson substance relentlessly pours from the three gaping holes his antler had left behind just seconds ago. The collision sends her into a writhing fury, rolling onto her back yowling and grunting but with claws flailing chaotically with the intention to rake, hooves pummeling the air around; she aims for vulnerable places - his gut, throat, legs, until an opportunity comes for her to stand, perhaps run.
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OMMMG STOP MAKING ME
This rp keeps me on the edge
This rp keeps me on the edge of my seat.
-watches and learns-
-watches and learns-
I have GOT to track this, omg
I have GOT to track this, omg whats gonna happen next!! XD
The silence persisted for the
As the feline was pushed off and he stepped back, he heard the wailing cries of his daughter and felt her claws latch onto his legs, cutting through fur and re-opening old wounds. Grunting, the heavy stag pulled himself back and stared down at where he assumed the lioness lay. By now, her blood had trickled down his mask and spilt onto his cracked lips, leaving him with the bitter taste of justice.
He felt sick.
In the back of his mind he knew exactly what to do, where to place his weight in order to crush her windpipe beneath a hoof - and he was tempted. A cloven foot pawed at the dirt for a brief moment before being lifted and without hesitation Walter drove it down into the earth beside Umay's head. Likely an opportunity for her retaliate, but he wanted his own message to be clear. He wasn't sure of his own thoughts anymore but he knew that he wanted her gone before he did more harm.
"Go, now. Before I break your legs and have you crawl back to your 'family'."
Admist her thrashing, she
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thHHHEE END
real cheesy and all but the gifs/comments really made me laugh, so thanks everyone haha. ;; ♥
TEN OUT OF TEN. FIVE STARS.
I had to lol >.>
I had to lol >.>
bALLS
(You don't have to reply,
And it was within the depths of the lush, abysmal woods where crimes of such horrors had been committed that Cree found the crumpled figure of her friend. Fletcher and Ross lay astride her body, the heavy scent of blood almost suffocating. It was nothing short of heart-wrenching to see the state that the lioness was in, the physical torture that she was forced to endure unimaginable. The forest was quiet beneath the webbed canopy, the scene almost unearthly. The doe's ears fell back, her softened expression gently contorted into something of concern and deep rooted worry. She retreated momentarily, long enough to fill her mask with water at the Idol and returning to the gathering with care. The brows of her forehead knitted together in unease as she extended her neck upon her approach. Wordlessly, she laid herself down beside the felines head, implying an offer of a warmer, softer place to rest her head against. She set her water laden mask down nearby, whether it would be used as drinking water or for medical purposes, she didn't mind either.
Circling her neck around to better see her, Cree's eyes trailed slowly over the figure of the feline through a half-lidded gaze; it didn't seem real. The lioness was epitome of an unwavering force, neither succumbing nor bending to the will of any but her own. And yet, here she lay. As the doe's eyes found their way to the feline's face, the cold rasp of winter's voice hummed gently in her ears, and Cree murmured gentle coos in an attempt to bring ease to an otherwise unbearable situation. "Shhh, it's alright," she whispered near the feline's ear, "It'll be alright, we're here now. We're here for you."
Finding the Demoness laying
“Enough!”
A loud yell coaxed out from his rage. This had crossed the line. The stag who had done this had been around long enough. They should have slaughtered him when he first began to make those disgusting threats against Rhea. No more would he take his presence so lightly. This had to stop and force seemed like the only way it do it. The wolf couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how this happened and a large new wave of anger hit him at the thought. Kody knew how Umay behaved and he had seen the way she acted around Walter on numerous occasions. There was most certainly something different about her then and he knew exactly what it was. It worried and enraged him more than she possibly realized. It became hard to even let the two be near each other like they used to be. No longer would he allow that vile being near her. Claws grip the dirt even more to stop himself from storming off to find her attacker right now. To others, it may have seemed like he was overreacting but he did not think about such. Too often he had found his sister laying on the ground wounded while he was not around to help. Too often he had seen her ‘father’ bother her. The thought of her own blood doing this to her was sickening. It only added fuel to the fire that was ready to explode inside him.
He took a deep breath, tightly closing his eyes as he did. He needed to calm down. Being like this now wasn’t going to do good to anyone. So many thoughts were clouding his mind – suffocating him. It wasn’t often he got himself in such a state. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and let out a sigh. “Enough,” he repeated breathlessly. Claws loosened their deathly grip on the soil before moving to place himself next to her. Gently, he lowered his body down beside her own. His large tail wrapped around her, cradling her in a soft grip. His side was pressed against her back and his head turned to allow it to rest just on top of her own. Trembles could still be felt travelling his body and his accelerated heartbeat was still thundering inside his chest. He remained like this for a few moments, simply holding her close. He knew she could be dead. He had seen in far worse conditions than this and it hurt all the same. Nothing could ease the guilt he felt every time he found her beaten body laying somewhere or found her sitting there with a fresh wound. She could handle herself but he still wanted to be there to help. Help her if anything got out of hand. So often he’d failed at this and the consequences for such were far from pretty. The grip he has on her with his tail tightens for a moment as he mulls over how often he has discovered her like this.
“I feel like I do this too much – finding you like this,” he softly whispers. Perhaps if one listened close, they could hear the slight sorrow in those quiet words. Whether she was listening or could hear him, however, was unknown to the canine. “It doesn’t get easier.”
The hold his tail has around her loosens slightly but does not vanish completely. He would like to take her back to his home world, but he would be refused. There was little he could do to truly help her and the helpless feeling from this wasn't doing him any favours. For now, all he could do was offer his company and a promise for revenge.
“He’ll pay for what he’s done. Every threat he’s made against us, every hoof and tine he’s turned on us. He’ll suffer.” The Black Void’s voice lacks emotion as he speaks. He couldn’t let his emotions get in the way of what he had to do. Brutality was what he’d show the stag. Killing him instantly seemed too kind, he would bleed him dry and hurt him in every way possible. This, however, was a task for another day. For now, he would remain beside his sister. Providing as much comfort as possible for the feline.
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Wow okay, I wrote this at about 5am after I had sobered up and I’ve not really edited it much. Ignore typos and how shitty it is but I just had to post something ;__;
kody u drama queen
Sorry for the no responses
She approached quietly,
In her mouth she carried poppy seeds, wrapped up in a large maple leaf. She knew they'd help ease some of the physical pain.
If the others would allow her to approach, she'd drop them beside the lioness.
"I'd only heard what happened, but... I'm sorry he's done this to you. I hope it's alright I'm here, and I hope these help. "
with a little bow, she turned and left.
(ps im not a vampire umay ok!
Their conversation had been
In the dead of night, Miriam trespassed onto a territory she seldom came near, even in passing. By the thick old roots of the Obsidian Heart's tree, the chimera dropped a moist package made of pond reeds, crudely tied and held together by thin vines. The package held a generous lump of wet moss. Crushed clove buds had been interwoven with the sopping plant, its purpose to alleviate the pain in the gum area, numb the tender flesh around the horrific hole in the poor cat's mouth.
The package would have remained an anonymous gift had Miriam not attached the corpse of a centipede to the vines by its antennae. From there, it wouldn't be hard for the recipient to assume just who had left it there.
Pleased with herself for her kindness, the Sicariidae made off into the night.
Kept debating back and forth
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She moves like a spectre in the dark, effortlessly gliding between the trees and through the grass with deliberate steps and a hunched back, head low to the ground and hair trailing like a wedding gown train behind her. It is not so much that she wishes to be unseen, as she wishes to be quiet, unassuming. A presence like dust, rather than stone.
When she finds the source of the scent of old blood and of course, the lioness herself, glassy white eyes peer lightly upon her, leaving several feet of distance between them. She still has no idea who had done this- too brief has been her return to have caught any rumours as yet, but it matters not. "I saw you the other day." For one typically so certain, she seems to coast through a bit of hesitation, lack of conviction. After the discussion with Malikorin all day, she is fearful but here all the same. "Just after you'd been wounded, I think. The... The others were there, and I know you always hated coddling, so I kept my distance. For everyone's peace." Not knowing whether or not she'd be welcomed, Pandora takes her chances and folds her legs down to rest facing the Demoness, looking almost as worse for wear as Umay herself thanks to a beating courtesy of Thane. "But I had to come see for myself, to be sure you were surviving. Since it would be nonsense to hope you are 'okay', given the wound." She looks over the cat mother, carefully but distantly, before sighing.
"I have no... No herbs or anything to offer. I never was good with those things. I just-" a pause, and she tucks her lithe tail closer to her side, feeling agitated, uneasy. Malik's indecision and the pain of losing Morioch are still fresh in her mind as she tries to figure out what to say. After everything that had happened these last many months, she needs her peace of mind. "Who am I to you, Umay?" A quiet murmur, nothing accusatory about it- simply a sincere inquiry. "I've done many low deeds in my life, and can understand if I am to be outcast, but I... One thing I never received from anyone was closure. Am I your family, Umay, or am I truly the stranger I have felt I've had to become?" A stroke of guilt haunts her as she realizes this probably isn't the best time, given Umay's injury but she isn't sure when else the opportunity would arise. "I care for you deeply, like a sister, a mother, a friend, and that will never go away. But I need an answer for my own sanity. All I need is a 'stay' or a 'go, and I will... I will be here for you. Or I will never look in our- your family's direction ever again."
Faustt When Creüsillana nears
When Creüsillana nears the lioness she stirrs lightly, carefully, to spare a moment's glance towards her friend and then the water. Barely responds to her gentle touch, doesn't inch towards the liquid, simply lays there in silence whilst the other speaks words to her that are much calmer than anything she'd heard just an hour or so beforehand.
No words are mentioned, but she's quietly grateful for the reassurance and safety her presence offers combined with the others.
Starr
She'd listened to the distressed frustrations from those who had found her enough times to have grown unfazed now; just wanted to recover, come to terms with what had happened, what's to happen in the future. In all honesty, the crowd's fuss had become almost overwhelming just as much as it consoled the unnerved feline. No matter how many times she'd say it, it was always true: she's endured worse, far worse.
The Black Void's outrage lures in her attention, his aggressive exclamations and hostile snarls prompt her to tentatively alter her position in order to catch a glimpse of his quaking frame if only for a short moment, head returning to the ground with a soft thump and a stinging ache surging through her features with it. An all too familiar embrace coils around her tightened body, she briefly leans into it and allows her stiffened muscles to relax somewhat.
"I know," she finally murmers almost apologetically, keeping her gaze averted. Umay doesn't argue with her brother concerning retribution, she understands; she'd never hesitate to make the same move if it was her brother in her place.
"I'm still here," for all that it's worth, a wholehearted attempt at lifting his spirits, "still have each other."
(i gave up with the italic font)
Kaoori
Not only does the shika bring small medicinal substances, surprise comes along with her approach as well and, with uncertainty lightly tinting half lidded eyes, Umay watches the blue and gold female place the bundle of vegetation besides her form only to speak shortly afterwards. As quiet as ever, she listens to the doe's voice with ears perked ever so slightly.
Thank you - two sincere words hanging back behind bloody jaws, she never utters them during the time Kaoori takes her leave.
(o m g yes u r!!11)
Fincayra
The Demoness greets the following morning with listlessness carried on over from the burdening events of the night prior, the entire ongoing situation becoming unbearably draining. The mere thought of the male demon swamps her with anxiety, keeps her restless and wary, she's hardly able to comprehend the reasons why she's so unsettled - more than she'd ever usually be over anyone, and even before this her uncertainties were still present.
For reasons winding around nostalgia, she finds herself heading towards her home tree. Stops in her tracks when her eyes catch a glimpse of a parcel of some sort laying near the trunk, she analyses the dead centipede. Thoughts loiter back to her short conversation with Miriam, she prods the package with her nose and inhales before pulling it apart with sharp claws.
Huh.
Everything had been fully inspected but she doesn't use anything, doesn't trust Miriam thus leaves everything where it sits - even if nothing malignant had been detected. Instead, after staring at each individual remedy, she gathers everything together and nudges Miriam's offer inside the hollow burrow at the base of the tree. Despite being in need of help and half tempted to accept what's been collected for her, she'd rather not risk succumbing to anything that may possibly carry poison. With the Sicariidae's conversation and advice in mind, she heads off to find her own moss to help with stopping any bleeding.
Pandoras
Seeing the Nevermore was probably the last thing Umay would have expected, well aware of the distance the obsidian doe tends to keep ever since everything had fallen downhill.
Onyx orbs narrow, watching with uncertainty as Pandora nears the wearily resting lioness, wordlessly keeping a note of the space her old friend preserves between them. Patiently she listens, keen to hear what the smaller doe has come to say. A faint smile almost touches one of the corners of her bloodied lips because of the accurate comment about coddling, it provokes a feeling reminiscent of yearning for their past friendship.
"Pandora." That's what - who - she is, but Umay doesn't know what that means anymore, what Pandora means to her. "Not their leader, I won't speak for them. Can't dictate this for Mier' and Kael', anyone, so don't force me to pick one or the other. Stupid," not Pandora, but the request; a low ring of annoyance pricks the end of her tone but it diminishes upon her next response.
"I..." Hesitation breaks her words apart, she allows her mouth to painfully hang on the single word. "I do miss you."
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If I dedicated this amount of will power/motivation/energy/life force to my life outside the internet I would be very successful you guys are merciless brb just going to die on my bed for a week to recover but no really it helps control my motivation actually, s'good practice and fun
Sorry some of the replies came late, surprised I even managed to power through everything haha.
Walter: Bringing people
.: I am loving this character
Thankss.
.: Anytime ^^
"I miss you as a bird misses
She shifts closer, though not by much, her tail loosening from around her side and stretching through some of the distance between them. "But I... I ask you this because you are the one I feel I may still approach, without much consequence. The others... Mieraak undoubtedly despises me and for that I do not blame him, and I would not for the world approach him if he wishes not to see me." She would mention Lats'vel, Rhea, any of the others if it had some purpose, but she would be repeating herself. From her perspective, the only link she feels safe enough contacting is the lioness before her. The friend of her lifetime here at the forest. "I came to you because you are wise, observant, and because you have known me for so many years. If you cannot give me an exact answer, please at least help me... What do you think I should do? What would you do if you were in my place?" Salvage something of the family she adores? Crawl off, find others if she can?
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heuehue here have more
Brows slightly knit together
"I don't know, Pandora," an honest response. "Don't know what's best. Just know you shouldn't abandon your hopes, you'll get somewhere."
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blurhh short and crappy fsjif
fdgfdsggf forgot about this
A long sigh leaves her, but she allows herself the ghost of a smile when the Demoness makes mention of that which had helped her defeat even the greatest of her enemies. "Hope. Yes. I'll not abandon them again." Her head lays down, and it seems she plans on staying the remainder of the night.
idek if i've tracked this or
have 2
♥
' WHO MIGHT I ADD UMAY FINDS
XD
Hope Rin wasn't a burden ><
Nah, s'just Umay being Umay~
8| you brought this on
8| you brought this on yourself
lolfailure
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oNE OF USSS
oNE OF USSS
Poor Umay. Jun actually
Awh haha. She'll be back
nice to see Umay again c; and
I haven't tracked this yet?
`track.
Nice to see Umay in forest again >_>
vinttage: Was nice to see
Was nice to see Rin, too. No worries about the spell though, Umay's not bothered by them unless it's devout.
Starfox
Thanks for the track, and awh. ;;
fart