"Dig Yourself Into a Shallow Grave..."
WARNING! This Blog Could Lead to Mature Situations, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
Gore, Violence, Heavy Bloodshed, Ideologically Sensitive, Rated R.
At Most this Will Not Go Beyond PG-13, more sensitive subjects can and will likely be touched in MSN, AIM or YIM. The Warning, is just that... a WARNING stating that there could be sensitive subjects in this blog.
This is an Interaction Blog for the one known only as Graveyard
Many may come, many may go. This is for Roleplaying and getting to know the character as he will very rarely be seen or played in game. So if you wish to meet and get to know him, do so here. It will be far easier than expecting or waiting for him in game.
As stated above, MATURITY is a Must when interacting with Graveyard, not so much for sexual reasoning but because of the sheer fact that he does cruel things to the creatures he brings back from the dead. Twisting their bodies and bones into something else completely. His powers in Necromancy are far greater than one would expect.
You can use this blog to ask him questions, and to find out more about the character in general as well. There is no fear of him doing his experiments on you, as he needs dead flesh and bone to use his powers properly.
Please be mature with your posts, if you do not like what this is then kindly ignore it and move along elsewhere please and thank you.
Hey... I hope I don't seem
I hope I don't seem rude in posting this, when you asked for it to be ignored if no one likes it but...
... Could you please consider TEFc is a site for all ages? And if you want to type something, you should really keep it as child friendly as you can be?
I like gore, and sensitive material. I personally don't mind maturity.
But we are all supposed to play our part to keep this site as PG rated as we can, you know?
There's always MSN where yuo can completely go all out on sick, twisted and awesome descriptions.
I do not mind the post, in
I am not opposed to taking the more mature content to MSN. But it shouldn't be just myself being told this if others are also posting such warnings in their posts as well and are not being warned or told otherwise. It is misleading to others, and gives others the idea that posting such things is fine.
I consider all age groups, which is why I posted a Warning in the general sense even if it doesn't get extremely gore filled per-say. Most children in this day and age have seen it all by now, but I know well enough that parents get more than a little pissy if even so much as a droplet of blood is brought up. As far as I would go, I'd do more so PG-13 in general instead of going the whole 9 yards with things.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
I know exactly what you mean,
When you say R, I expect you mean full out graphic sickening gore. For the childrens sake I'd like to suggest not getting too carried away you know?
Sorry if it seems I'm on your case, 'cause I'm not. No one else seems to be able to speak up these days. :/
(meh, I think it'll be fine,
As for the RP blog, let me think, who do I want to use...
Vilnius, yes these two may get along fine)
The thumping of hearts.
It seems out of place in a graveyard doesn't it? the pulse of living flesh amongst the stillness of the dead and decaying.
But beat the hearts do, skewered upon the tines of the deer that makes his way through the area, thumping out their songs, spitting out little rivers of blood, sent in showers downwards upon the beast's head, over his mask and snorting muzzle.
His body is covered in it, fresh and old, the scent of rot follows him, slabs of dried gore slough off with his movements to crumble to the ground below him.
His belly is gently rounded, surprisingly, and every so often he pauses to spit out a mouthful of blood and torn up organs.
No matter, he goes on easily.
within' his tines beats his own green heart, forever protected by the tangled mass of antlers that sit like a crown upon his skull.
Large ears flick, listening to the songs that his claimed hearts make.
thump. thump. thump.
The Prince of Hearts is here.
This is fine, but I know well
I've mentioned the Rated R because, as I have said, I've seen others posting it about. And it's also a greater warning than saying Oh Hey this will be PG-13. I more so see the Rated R at this point in time as something to give those who view it as a heads up that Hey, this can get a bit bloody and if you hate that sort of thing go away now before it gets to that point.
It's not so much saying, "Hey I'm going All Out in this RP" as much as it is giving Warning.
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The creature held himself near the largest of graves that he'd found. Antelope toned body with muscle and mass as he sat there. Well rather laid... his coat was a brilliant array of colors. Metallic, rusted red for the main fur with that jetted striping of Crimson Red running down along both sides of his body. A deep snort came up from his nostrils as he stayed there, raising that headdress covered head up as he shifted.
It seemed like the fog was rolling in, and he didn't so much as mind it's presence as he did everything else. Shifting on the ground slightly Graveyard's attention was casted to the graves he surrounded himself within. The large Lion head of the headdress covering the entirety of his face, thick pieces of leathery skin covering any hint at where his eyes would be. And upon a closer inspection, one would see an array of scarring around where that Leather was draping along his face.
After a few moments those ears flicked up slightly as he heard the thumping of something. Indeed, quite strange to hear any sort of life within the graveyard unless it was himself or the things he'd brought up from under the ground. Slowly, the Kabuki pelted creature raised up to his legs and walked from the large grave he held himself near, walking along silently. A talent he seemed to uphold with himself despite his muscled tone and frame.
Making his way along, he caught just the brief glimpse of something before the smell hit those flaring nostrils and he shifted on his feet. Something so filthy and a scent so vile clearly must not be all that well and alive. And if it was, goodness did it catch his attention.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
There was of course, no sound
Such things meant little to Vilnius anyway, the only important sound in the world to him, was of course, the thing that drew his attention;
Thump. Thump. Heart in a chest.
Nostrils flared, as if he could smell the very life flowing with in the other being's veins, the fog rolling over his coat, wetting the blood there, sending it dripping gently over his fur, forever the gold was to be dyed a sickening dried-blood red-brown.
Vibrant violet eyes glanced through the thickness of it all, mouth opening, the sickening sound of a jaw filled with sticky plasma.
"Greetings" a voice like honey and turpentine, sweet, and so so bitter, laced with the delicate touch of a Lithuanian accent.
For awhile, there seemed to
How could he see clearly with such a thing on his head? It was clear that... the other senses covered his movement well enough. Smell, touch... the bottoms of those 'hooves' of his weren't just for show, but rather he could feel the vibrations through the ground easily enough to know where certain things were. Part of the reason why he enjoyed sticking about in the Graveyard so much... less to run into that was alive and kicking.
Slowly though, one of those thick legs came up and that mass lowered down... ever so slightly in a form of a bow. Graveyard never bowed fully, to him... lowering completely down to anyone else was a mere sign of submission to the other. And this would not do... after a few moments he raised back up to that full height before the sound rumbled from deep in his throat... "Greetings to you..." His attention drew upwards to the tines for a moment, where he heard the beating of hearts "... As well..." The voice came from a pause as he shifted on those legs again before falling still.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
The stag paused, watching he
He quietly sized the other up, not for a fight, no, silently sifting him into the category of 'interesting' or 'boring'
Eventually the bloodied stag seemed to finish sorting, and apparently the other had gained his interest, for the prince did not leave.
His tail gave a twitch, nostrils flaring again, ears perked, forward.
interesting indeed
"there are few who would seek the graveyard in such fog" a wicked charming smile oozed over his expression, from mouth to eyes.
"even fewer to seek it out smelling like the dead" he drew the word 'dead' out, as if it were a most delicious sweet and he was simply savoring its taste.
Shifting for a few moments
Turning his attention back behind him that tail doing a lazy sway behind him as he stood there "The dead are more family than the pests within this forest. Any who shun what I am and who I am... well they can just rot away. When their dead, they'll see me again... I enjoy playing with such things." Another chuckle came up for a moment before he stopped and just shifted once more.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
♥
Walking into the graveyard,
The song was unusually loud inside this graveyard. There was something else within the graveyard, something that invoked death. She summoned her power, ready to hurl it in case she was attacked by whatever being that was here. She continued walking through, looking at the graves of the people she had killed.
"Being. State your intentions," She said darkly. Her voice carried with it a ripple of her powers. A ripple of the ability to give and take life force. Not that she wanted to harm the person. Unless he attacked her, she would simply keep her powers to herself.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
"Being?"That attention turned
He was a peaceful creature for the most part, never attacking or harming the living. But the dead... oh the dead always garnished his attention. Another thick gruttled snort erupted from his nostrils as he kept that focus on her for a bit longer "My intentions are nothing more than what one would do in a graveyard in the fog... and they are neither your business or anyone elses for that matter."
While she seemed to strike a cord with the Necromantic being, it didn't seem his was too thrilled with the way he'd been approached by her. And it just utterly annoying him more than the norm.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
"Beings which invoke death
"Life is so fragile," She muttered. "The living must make sure that they are safe." Walking towards the other stag, she wondered about him. Beings didn't normally radiate death like this. It felt like undeath. Was he some sort of necromantic being?
She wasn't frightened of him. Though undeath could be out of the reach of her powers, it geerally couldn't affect her. A being couldn't stop her creating life force. Thus she couldn't die to become undead. She felt safer.
"But if you are not attacking me, then I may leave you and your company alone," It had taken her a moment, but she could see the other stag that was inside the fog filled graveyard.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
At her Approach he let out
"I only deal with the beings that are already dead and within the soils... there is nothing I can do to the living and even if I could... I wouldn't do so as it would merely disturb my peace." Craning his head to one side again to turn that attention to the graves within the graveyard he sneered again to reveal those jagged fangs a bit more. Sighing out before he moved around and went to lay down for the time being.
"I refrain from attacking unless someone strikes the wrong cords with me... and even then... it's a rare occurrence that I show any violence towards anyone or anything."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
"Does death not view you with
For a long time, she had indulged that, and so, people in this graveyard had been her victims. "I wonder...would they remember me...the girl who killed them," She thought aloud, before a chuckle escaped her. The song was beginning to cloud her judgement. She resisted.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
/track Might try my hand at
Might try my hand at this, with a uber shy deaf doe named Felicity.
hhhmmm I think its all fine,
Id like to rp With my little fawn known as Wish.
Do you only do deer or can you Human rp with this deer as well!?
Another tick of the
"ahhh, most true thinking indeed" his tongue swept over his bloodied lips.
"I myself, don't tie myself to one place" his smile seemed to grow, sickeningly wide.
"A surgeon must be near his patients of course" his chest heaved a bit in a laugh, flecks of blood escaping his muzzle with the movement, the sound, like walking across floors made of something warm and wet.
"They call me Vilnius, The Prince of Hearts. What might I call you?"
@Snail: Feel free to jump in
@Willet: I can do both with Graveyard, his human form has yet to be truly fleshed out yet as I've only just began to work and deal with him in general. Details however will likely be explained should he do such a feat.
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At the question the creature merely snorted out and craned that bulky neck of his slightly as he nestled into the mud... did death hate him for his actions? He didn't know nor care if it did or didn't. And what he did was just some cruel experiment to him and it's how he did things.
"Whether Death Views me with hatred or anger does not concern me... what I do, is what I do... and that's just how it goes." The creature let out with a deep snort as he curled his legs out to a side of his frame. "And death is what my being enjoys playing with... finding the corpse... pulling it away and playing with it in a nice little fixture to see just what my 'magic' can do to such things."
There was a soft chuckle of his own to come before he looked at her, curious as to what was said and why she'd said it.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
AH Then I Wish to use my Wish
@Willet: That's fine with me,
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Then, the stags attention turned towards the other company he head, ears raising to listen to words spoken as he shifted slightly before raising to his feet once again "My real name has been lost with the ages... Vilnius... but many have come to know me simply as Graveyard..." He let out in regards to the question about what to call him.
Slowly his attention drew over the one that had introduced himself... and he shifted, there was just something about this other stag that was drawing his interest... and he shifted slightly, nostrils flared slightly for but a moment "Another life..." Graveyard muttered softly, keeping his focus on Vilnius for a few moments longer as that head of his tilted to one side in curiosity.
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
no no no im fine with blood
@Willet: That is not a
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
The stag smiled, so this one
"yes, my body was once...human" he tossed his head, clearing it of the worst of the gore and blood.
"ahh...that life is not important though" his smile returned to 'normal' if it could even so be called such a thing.
Memories of his past life...
Was it, something he wanted to forget? or remember?...he didn't know.
Those memories were bittersweet, and stung like acid in an open wound.
"Graveyard is it? very fitting" he added, shifting his weight just a bit, surprisingly light on his feet for such a large creature.
"what is it that you do, that you seek, in this garden of death, Graveyard?"
...um you mean with VILINUS!?
@Willet: ^^;;;;;;;;;; Sorry
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That attention casted around for a moment as he shifted and moved slightly walking around... lowering that head down towards the base of a grave. One taloned hoof giving a scrap over the top layer of soil. A thick snort as those nostrils flared for a moment as he shifted and small trails of purple gently flowed from that goatee'd chin.
Drenching into the grounds at the base of the Grave he slowly took one step backwards and watched the ground push upwards for a moment before whatever was lying underneath the surface shoved more and gently crawled it's way from the depths of the tomb it was locked in. Raising that head the creature shifted and moved around slightly, the thing shaking badly... it looked like the remains of a juvenile deer. Half grown at the most.
"Hrmph... not what I'd expect from such a large tomb..." Graveyard muttered before shaking his head, at the thing just collapsed in a heap and went unmoving. His attention turned back towards Vilnius and he chuckled softly "One could say I amuse myself with the departed here... I find things I enjoy with my 'magic' and bring them to me... rarely do I find anything that brings interest."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
no no its fine! As lonmg as
((Vilnius enjoyed that little
"Rarely do things truly interest anyone. The world is but a toy, the inhabitants no more than children, breaking, and moving on" his ears flicked as the creature collapsed, he had no care for it.
"I fear I do nothing so productive" he stretched his lean legs.
"I am merely a surgeon, a collecter, and a spinner of rhymes" he lay down upon the fog-damp soil, no need to keep moving for so long in his current state now was there?
Slowly he watched and sensed
"A collector... of what I wonder..." Graveyard's attention turned up to the tines that were curled with dripping hearts thumping away, he could hear and sense the thumping. But just what it was, he didn't know or couldn't place it immediately. He felt the... sense of another presence nearby however and his attention would turn around to locate it's source.
"I'm more productive when I have a proper corpse to play with... to twist and shape into the manner that I see fit. Sad that they don't stay up for long because I generally knock them away."
(Feel free to jump in Willet ^^)
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
"of burdens" he cocked his
"of sorrows, of feelings" he chuckled, that horrible wet laughter of his.
"of hearts"
he turned his head to rake the tips of his antlers over his side, cleaning the old dried blood from his fur, cleaning away the itch.
"nothing lasts" he smiled.
"creations do not last, and if they do" a frown took him.
"they do not obey"
There was a thick chuckle to
Another deep chuckle came up from him before he sighed out ever so softly, those thick canines of his disappearing as the mouth closed. "Why would one wish to collect the burdens of others, surely it is not all that amusing."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
"Small as a peanut Big as a
And turn off the light" he licked his lips, "I live to see others realize they're not special, the same sacks of organ and skin, their hearts upon my crown of thorns, allows me to look down and show them"
he smiled slowly once again.
"we're all the same when the skin and shine is stripped away" a soft laugh in his throat.
"in easing the burdens of their heart I am able to show one more the truth"
There was a gentle taping of
Craning his head upwards there was a deep sound that came from him, nothing of a sigh or anything related to a normal sound he'd made. Slow drifts of purple flowed out from those canines in his mouth before dispersing into the air "Even in death it is all the same... rotten flesh, bones and seeping ooze. But what makes death so interesting with my magic is that I can bend and shape what I find at will. What was a rabbit could turn into a monster at the slightest of whims."
His attention drifted downwards again, such a strange thing he must seem to anyone that was near "Might I ask, when is your young one due? I don't mean to impose, I just rarely see new life in this day and age."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Is this a human or deer rp!?
(Ack sorry Willet, at current
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
no no its fineI just couldnt
The little fawn known as Wish made his way through the grave card. He really never liked to walk through the gravyard like this but, he culdnt rember why he ended up here. He was happy his candles floaated with him though. He here voices!? No coundnt have!? Wait! Yes.. Yes I did!! He could see them! He sent a few ou his candles close to them with the flick of an ear. Two of them. One was pregnat,...So maybe there friendly! He sent his floating lit candle sticks ahead of him as he slowly made his way over to them.
ach for longness....
He nodded, watching the
Purple...yes, like eyes.
Shaking his head clear he looked to the other.
"my own talents lay in twisting the living" he smirked.
"ahh, quite the pair we seem to make, a twister of those passed and a user of those breathing" his large ears flicked.
"You noticed?" he looked fondly to his own side and stomach.
"three months, if I'm counting properly, maybe two...depending on how you count it all" he stated smoothly, smiling once more, smirk gone.
The candles had caught some
"I contort bones, twist things and make them into something beautiful in my 'eyes' so to say. Cute, frilly things are nice but I prefer the darker side of things. Peaceful as I may seem, wait until you see me working my 'magic' on some corpse I've found of interest."
Soon his attention gently turned towards where the Vibrations were coming from "It seems we have a visitor... greetings."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Vilnius' ears flicked at the
"indeed" he mumbled, watching the fawn approach.
Vilnius enjoyed Fawns.
It was as simple as that.
He had always had children, there was nothing more to it, and so as the fawn approached he smiled.
That pretty, illusion of a honey and turpentine smile.
"greetings" he purred, ears sitting up, alert.
He shifted upon the ground, earth moving as if to make a bed for the large stag as his weight was pushed into it.
Wish in circeled them with
That body shifted for a
Graveyard didn't seem to mind the company... but if it got to become more he would likely leave for the time being. Of course, he was just the way he was and minded his own peace rather than large groups. Something though would likely keep him here to converse with the two here. Especially since Vilnius has perked quite a bit of interest to him, which his attention returned to the stag "You've gotten my interest more and more now..." He chuckled out softly "Might I ask how you are able to gather the hearts of others?"
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Wish bowwed lighlty "Hello
The candles didn't really
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
The stag moved to make room
"sit young one, converse with us" he rumbled, turning his attention back on Graveyard.
"It is...complex, to explain" he began, eyes closed in content, like a cat sitting within a dappled sunlight pool.
"so long as it is I who removes the heart, they remain beating, and blood flows through the veins of whom I took the organ from...if the hearts are harmed, or cease to beat, the person will die" his violet eyes opened to narrow slits within his mask.
"and of course, age becomes us all" he stated in a rumbling almost-purr.
"yes...age becomes us all" he mumbled once more, looking at the fawn.
There was a softened chuckle
Slightly craning his neck those thick canines in his jaws forced up into a grin and he chuckled more "Age means nothing to me actually... being what I am... and what I do... I've seen so many years that I've lost count of just how old I am." There was just a gentle sigh to come from him. While he still held a heartbeat within his chest, the heart itself was likely rotten, black and one prick would likely send it crumbling to dust.
"Necromancy... using it for purposes other than raising the dead... one like myself has developed the knowledge of using it to keep ones figure alive for decades. Well I'm not sure if it's been decades for me but I know I'm an old grandpa to many."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Vilnius smiled slightly. How
How many years had he seen himself...
since Lithuania, yes, since Lithuania became a nation.
"we can talk the young fawns ears off with our ramblings together" he joked, laughing softly.
"The graveyard is a wonderful place" he mumbled, scratching lazily behind an ear.
"I shall begin visiting it more" he meant it, it would give him somewhere to go when he was not sitting upon his throne of ferns overlooking the pond.
[Mind if I step in? I was
I was intrigued based on the fact that my character does happen to be a ghost and I thought it might be interesting for him to meet a necromancer.
[I do not mind at all Alec :3
There was a gentle chuckle to come from Graveyard, ah he was enjoying this stags company. A rare feat for anyone to do with the Necromancer. He shifted carefully for a moment and gently closed his eyes, just relaxing in the fog and muck that was around his body. Listening through the ground with those delicate feet of his as he craned his neck skywards once again. "Ah I feel sorry... I don't mean to talk and batter too much honestly. But it's rare that I get to meet someone as interesting as you."
He let out the words softly before shifting and sighing out for but a moment smiling before it disappeared once again "Your company would be most welcome! I would hate to not see you paying a visit here more often. You make this otherwise gloom filled sensation pleasant."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
((I think I would like to add
Wish found the offer quite