The eater of all things dead and rotting
Crocodilian, Rotmaw, Serpent, Water-shadow, God-eater.
A being of many names, most spoken with fear, loathing, or caution. He follows the wounded, the dying, the ill and the weak; he is never far behind when someone draws a rattling last breath. The terrible offspring of Mater Heshemsu and a nameless, now deceased and forgotten, minor swamp god. No one but the creature himself knows his real name - if he even has one - but most people know him simply as Neath.
Watching, waiting, a lurking shadow. He is persistent, but can be chased off; especially by a group. Threatened, he will probably just back away and sulk in the water, but if you actually attack him, he might fight back - especially if cornered or if he has something to gain from it. He'll bite and scratch and whip his fat tail, and your wounds will ooze with pus and infection while your body burns with blood poisoning. A diet of putrefying flesh and a saliva that is faintly corrosive will not make clean wounds...
...and Neath does not forget nor forgive. He will feel fierce joy when he finds your dead body.
Neath is, through simple biology, mostly resistant to magic. He still doesn't like it, as it makes his nose itch, and he is likely to avoid those who show excessive magical qualities.
His most refined sense is that of smell - he is incredibly sensitive to the scent of blood or sickness, and by sniffing someone he can tell a lot of things about them.
Friends and relationships are alien concepts to Neath. He cares about no one but himself; you might be a face he recognizes, but he is at best indifferent to your company. The only time Neath might be considered 'friendly' is if someone is wounded or dying, offering what he thinks is words of comfort. It would not seem wise to willingly go close to a creature like Neath, but some do, for various reasons, and some have brought 'gifts'. Neath feels no gratitude and gives no thanks, but he never forgets.
Unfriendly »Neath is not a friendly creature. He has no 'friends' and he'll likely never have. You might be an aqcuaintance but he probably doesn't like you or look forward to your company. Unless you are close to death, of course; then the rules change. To the wounded and dying he can be almost polite. Clever »He is quite intelligent, grasping many abstract concepts, but not in a plan ahead way -- he lives in the present with few thoughts about the future. Unforgiving »Neath does not forget nor forgive. Have you wronged him, he'll likely remember it for a long time -- he has a very good memory. Indifferent »He does not care for anyone but himself and most things that happens in the forest are of little interest to him, unless they involve him or potential food in some way. Patient »It can go months between feeding opportunities. A large carcass can keep him full for at least two months, more if he isn't very active. And if you are dying he'll wait patiently beside you, until you draw your final breath.
Notes on Behaviour
Neath is usually a scavenger, not a predator. Think of him as a vulture - following and waiting until the thing that caught his interest is dead. This means that he will not attack your deer/creature unless attacked first or severely threatened or cornered. He is under such circumstances very unpredictable.
The only time Neath might be considered friendly is when someone is very hurt or dying.
He seems to avoid sunspots and sunny areas, unless they are close to water. Usually he does not venture into the Birch Forest unless it's foggy or rainy. Weather has a big impact on him in general; moist weather like fog or rain makes him more active, as do night and twilight (unless paired with cold weather), while snow makes him slow and sluggish.
He can usually be found somewhere in the pond or around the Ruins, digging the earth for bones.
In a Fight
Neath is generally trying to stay out of fights, rather being a watcher from a distance and then following the one who lost the fight. Sometimes he finds himself in them anyway -- even if it would seem quite unwise to attack such a creature.
Strengths Brute force - he's very strong. Powerful jaws and sharp teeth. Hard scales covering his whole body. Spiky growths on back and tail. Long, thick tail, can be used to knock people over. Claws. No conscience tells him when to stop. A bite will likely cause infection.
Weaknesses Slow runner. Not a very tactical fighter. Would rather try to flee than fight for a long time. Will not make the first move.
He has an obvious advantage in water, being much faster and more agile there than on land, and of course the danger of drowning.
finally saw him lurking in
is it weird that when I first
|D
He's so... morbidly
lol Hey Kaoori, I thought
^ same here LOL
Walter's death was not an
<_<
Did he taste nice? :3
swampmouth: Thank you :) I
Kaoori: Hehe, not at all! Neath is like the cleanup crew. And it feels good to know that people think of him sometimes.
HolographMoon: Thanks!
Gustiro and Pinkpaws: Hehee. A big stag dead in the equivalent of Neath's backyard? That's like winning the lottery. ;D Only much more smelly.
Verdalas: Haha, I wasn't really certain about how you'd react to have your character's body eaten, but I figured, if he's just lying there... >.>
And I believe Neath thought Walter tasted very good! Like nectar and ambrosia. He's only had the remains of a tiny fawn and some rotten fish to eat in the last four months, though, so his sense of taste might be a bit off.
Like nectar and
KLSDJKLFHS
-tracks- surprised i haven't
Kileah must so have met him.. O..o
Yesyess! This looks great! I
It's nice to see Neath about
kileah: Oh, thank you
Mis: Thanks! I'm really happy with how it turned out acually! Managed to get everything to work too.
GlobalBeauty: Feels good to have him out again. Haven't been playing him very much lately.
he scared the crap outta me,
I see little Vittani will
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Luxury beast!!!
Made my deer's night! I love
gotta track neath, not sure
never you mind, death professor
love is life, my love is better
God, I love him. I haven't
And would you look at that, I
Haha.
Hehee, thank you everyone!
Track, this is the
Sorry for the extremely late
Can I just say I'm totally
No more back-fingers~
B) Neath is very
Neath is very disappointed in the current lack of dead bodies.
Neath had quite the crowd
He's one popular dude uvu
Stalking this hardcore.
'Perhapsss Neath will have a
Fffffff. We can only hope, Neath. :I
Wishful thinking on Neath's
I'm not sure he'll be happy or disappointed when he realizes they'll just come back. On one hand - more potential food! On the other, wtf food doesn't stay dead? Witchery!
e: forgot to reply to the other comments augh.
Xemi: Haha popular yes, that's one way to put it. Next time he'll grab them by their necks :I
SoliloquyChryseis: Thank you.
curious track
apel, would it be okay to rp
Her bio just in case. I usually tend to miss you in game.
Roleplaying is totally fine
awesome. I'll come up with
She'd been carrying the hare
Isobel dragged the hare into the water with her as she stopped to take a drink and let it float, 'rescuing' it if it went too far or started to sink. But she refused to eat it.
Deep down the pond's murky
But the creature is patient: he has to be.
Neath knows his surroundings. He knows every little nook and hole and stone in the pond, and when the surface stirs, he investigates. The surface ripples slightly, and a pair of cold, yellow eyes emerge together with two horns and a scaley weed-like crest. It blinks once, twice, before carefully making its way over to the small deer at the shallow end. Nostrils and neck frills flare slightly at the smell of the dead hare in the water... but he also intently watches the young deer.
Isobel had been
"You have them, too."
She loosened her grip on the hare, but continued to hold it close.
"Hmrgk-krrrr." With a deep,
With a deep, wet purr, he lifted his head from the water; large teeth clicking sharply against each other. Others' physical appearance was something he tended not to give a lot of attention, save for the most important aspects - big or small, dangerous-looking or not - and so, for a moment, he stilled. Then he seemed to take notice of her lifted neck frills, and his own moved slightly, as if realizing what she was talking about.
"Mahrgh-k-k, yes." They were just another way to communicate; if one knew how to decipher the colours and movements of them. He narrowed his eyes, rustling his crest against the frills as his gaze went from her to the hare. "Will it eat?"
At first, the mention of the
"You eat."
The large reptile moved
"Neath hasss seen other quilled oness... mrghrk. They smelled of death." A simple statement accompanied with a click of teeth.
When most others would run,
"This family always smells like that."
Isobel flattened her ears, stomping the water with her hoof, still angry and upset at the resent events she'd had to endure. She shook her head violently, then stopped, sniffing pointedly in Neath's direction.
"And you smell like death and rotten too. And muck, and darkness. Things fawns should stay away from. Things that give others nightmares."
"Isss not a bad smell, kch",
He watched lazily the fawn's display of unhappiness. "Mhrgk, yes", he answered. Neath didn't mind, after all, it's what he did. Ate the dead and the rotten, lived in the muck and the darkness of the pond. It made sense to him that smells were an accurate portrayal of how things were. The last word made him perk up and he tilted his head slightly.
"Hourhmgh? What isss 'night-mare'?"
The older fawn perked her
"A nightmare is a bad dream. Do you dream, big creature?"
Her head tilted as she waited for a response.
"Bad dream. Hrmgh." He seemed
Isobel listened, fascinated
"Why do you dream of so many eyes?" She wrinkled her nose, confused.
"I don't dream. I have bad dreams. Of Mama. And the ones that left. And bad darkness. There are bad shadows, bad things that come to get me."
Isobel slid a little closer, but still left enough room for her to bound away should she need to change her mind. Her voice lowered into a near whisper.
"I think I like you. Can I bring you more dead things? And will you talk to me sometimes?"
The reptile huffed. "Iss not
"Neath always likess food, mahrouhmgh" he replied eventually, with a pleased growl behind his words, then a moment of silence. "If it wants, Neath will talk to it."
Isobel looked up at the sky,
She blinked her eyes slowly as she lowered her head again to stare back at Neath, rubbing her eyes with her forelegs to rid them of the blur of the sun.
"I will bring you food. I will talk to you. And if I know where Death waits before you do.. maybe I will bring you to it."
"Perhapsss it will, archszk,
thanks Apel that was awesome.
It was! Thanks to you too.
She has her moments, hah.
Lilith has been considering
Tracking.~ He's given quite
He's given quite a fright to my kelpie.
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