YOU KNOW IT'S GETTING BORING.
the smell of smoke lingered in the air, surrounding the raven haired male, as he prowled through the foliage that existed upon his chosen refuge. blood covered his tattered clothing, staining the white fabric a crimson hue and leaving him with visible remnants of his latest activities, for yes, he decided to carve into the flesh of his latest prisoners. he rarely extended the naïve civilians the opportunity to survive, for they lacked the intelligence and cunning required to entertain him for an extended period of time. to be frank, his clansmen and his toy served as his preferred source of entertainment. violence and bloodshed and chaos granted him a reprieve from his otherwise monotonous existence as he lacked the patience to search for suitable playmates.
pale hands appeared in his peripheral vision as he utilized his limbs to clear his way, pushing vegetation aside and stomping carelessly through the shrubs that attempted to hinder his progression through the forest. despite the island’s fairly limited space, the forest acted as a veritable maze, trapping people underneath the towering trees and constantly misleading them with false promises; however, azar recognized his surroundings with ease due to the years spent exploring the vast expanse of wildlife. he loathed the idea of someone utilizing his chosen headquarters against him, translating into his nearly obsessive exploration of the island. the blackette understood how to navigate the waters surrounding fehér and knew all of the entrances and secret passages in the abandoned prison.
yes, the island belonged to him, and to an extent, the area was meant to be the converging point of the colorless clan. however, azar preferred to locate and interrogate his clansmen when they least expected him. no one bothered to venture to his island unless he extended an invitation to them. it was considered the ultimate taboo amongst his clansmen, who proved to be competent killers and liars. a hum escaped him as his hand flashed into his line of view for a second time. his movements ceased as his gaze shifted to focus on the pale appendage, eyes roving over the blood stained fingers and passing over invisible scars. another hum resounded through the trees and echoed in his mind as he shifted his weight, resuming his trek and listening intently for approaching dangers.
unlike the kingdom of raduga, the island did not offer ample protection from the lurkers that existed within the shadows, for fehér could be considered an extension of the shadows. the monstrous strains attacked without discretion. azar continued plodding forward until he reached a break in the trees, halting within the shadows of the forest and watching to see if anyone or anything stepped into the nearly blinding sunlight. a crack sounded from his right, forcing him to turn his attention away from the clearing. apprehension settled over the male as tension riddled his frame, but as he shifted forward, he noticed movement from behind. he launched himself into the trees and watched as an enormous boar burst into the clearing, closely followed by his teal haired clansman. how strange, he mused in his mind as he observed the standstill between the lurker and islwyn. perhaps he should intervene.
OOCTAGGED ISLWYN KAVANAGH
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NOTES tell me if i need to change anything. i just assumed islwyn would be chasing the lurker.
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS