♕ illustrative of superlative, dishonorable debauchery
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S i n g P r e t t y D e v i l
Don't you find it rather touching to behold
The game that came in from the cold
Seen for what it is -- religion plus finesse
Countries, classes, creeds, as one in
Love of chess
Distress call is a grating sound, nails on a chalkboard and the screeching of violins long gone without tuning
Eyes as lively as newborn Suns
P E R S O N A L I T Y & A P P E A R E N C E
You read like a Book
The child of Harsh snowdrifts and lovely sunlight. Blessed with a coat of new ivory coupled with the lovely tint of lava red. An elongated body, skin stretched tight over lean muscle and the curve of bone, and while one can so easily see the ribs that press against their cloak of skin and fur.
His head bears a sharp appearance, an odd mixture of cervidae and canid, yet it bears an odd likeness to many avian breeds as well. Winged 'ears' notwithstanding, the rest of his head bears feathers as well, very soft to the touch and brilliantly shimmering, a thousand burning-hot strands forever lapping up the elegant swan-like curve of his neck.
Settled at the end of that sharp muzzle is a red nose, set above lips which when curled back, show a mouth full of teeth akin to an alligator gar's, unorganized, and sharp, long, thin, thick, large, small, short, all mixed together in rows that have no discernible organization. A bite from such a mouth would certainly tear painful ragged chunks from an unfortunate victim.
Under long lashed eyes lay more markings of red, trailing down his cheeks like flame edged tears long seared in place. At times, in strong light, even seeming to shimmer a gentle orange at the edges, just as the white feathers take on a more snowy-blue sheen.
Down that long neck, at the shoulder blades, a pair of short wings can be seen. They are completely useless for flight, and can in fact hardly move at all, while they may twitch slightly, they are too stocky to even be pulled against his body, this makes them a surprisingly delicate area, they are also extremely sensitive to touch, both the pain and pleasure aspects. And so it is only those whom he trusts who are given permission to even brush against them.
Below the wings and down to the ground are those delicate front limbs of his, at the elbow sprout tufts of alabaster feathers.
Past that it brings you to the much thinner forelimbs, which usually end in hands, bearing three fingers and a thumb most of the time. The digits are long, and starting at the first knuckle, are of pure keratin, tapering down to a needle sharp point which would have no problems at all slicing skin were he to decide to drive them in to some poor unfortunate creature. These nails are forever a sharp crimson in shade.
Up again, to a long body with a rib cage covered in tight skin, giving his body a concave appearance beginning with where the ribs in question end. Leaving extremely sharp hips, long hind limbs attached to them. They always bear the 'hooves' that he sometimes uses on the front limbs as well. They are shaped much like the paws of a dog, having three hoof cloves rather than the usual two. red as fine rubies and just as sharp as any knife's edge.
Drawing up from there one comes to the tail, it is extremely long, and extremely thick when it comes to fur. Starting just a bit thin and tapering outward to a larger end, it is particularly pleasant to lay upon or to be blanketed in, keeping the warmth in when it is chilly and the cold in when the sun is too hot.
Mr.Alabaster is completely fluid in shape. He does however have a true form.
He is not a mammal, bird, reptile or anything like that, he is in fact a Catsear {False Dandelion} growing on the astral plane projecting a solid form into the forest one may kill this solid form, but he will always return the next day, unless, somehow, his astral flower form were destroyed.
Whereas Mr.Sanguine keeps a calm appearance, Mr.Alabaster is not above letting cruelty shine. While he does not truly know wrong from right, just like his red opposite, instead of bending him into the picture of potentially dangerous calm, it has made him as if a large child, a storm forever beating down upon the earth for his own amusement, leaving lasting marks, whereas Mr.Sanguine strives to create ripples, Mr.Alabaster strives to drain the water completely.
Mr.Alabaster and Mr.Sanguine stand on completely opposite sides of the board. One forever playing the offensive, the other forever on the defense. A round stuck in the middle, seemingly never coming to an endgame.
Two such beings cannot be allowed to exist in the world at the same time.
It's time for a checkmate
Written in smeared-out Ink
I can do no Right
C O N T A C T E D
Mr.Sanguine Forever the opposite. White to the black. Dark is not always evil. Light is not always good.
Caught in an eternal game of 'Chess' which must come to an end
For I do not know what right Is
D a n c e L o n e l y A n g e l
This character is for plot purposes only, and will not be seen in-forest
Feel free to interact here. RP or IC Questions more than welcome.
Everyone will be welcome to get involved, even if they do not know Mr.Sanguine.
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