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Calum Hood: Layered ST Tee (Bromind)

Luke Hemmings: LK Shirt (Bromind)

TW: Blood, violence, intense gore, blood, cannibalism Link if you prefer that: Untitled document - Google Docs And the damn thing if you wanna read it here:

The air was cold, the wind icey. Blood splattered on the grass, staining their hands, breaking their bones. The snap of tendons and the ripping of flesh was enough to hurt your ears. They stood over the body, staring at you. Their red eyes goreing into your soul. Horns glistened in the daylight, along with the fresh red, blue and black blood. Several colors mixing, some oxidizing and turning brown. You could see how sharp their claws were from how they were tearing apart the muscle. Though, the worst part was them eating it. Their teeth sharp enough to glide smoothly over the skin, and spikes on their arms simply able to be used as forks, stabbing into the victims, giving a twisted take on forks.

You watched this for a bit, the brutal creatures turning a peaceful, sunny day into a cannibalistic, hungry, bloody massacre. The sounds alone could give a person severe trauma, but no, you we’re watching. Seeing the bloodthirsty beasts devour every single poor soul in sight. Unless it was their tribe, it was eaten. Even their own species, just over tribes. They slashed at another across the chest, you could see the blood get scooped up in scratch, the gray being licked the fluid off of its claws. Then it would rip apart its limbs and rip it apart with its fangs before consuming the broken meat and bone. They spat the others' spikes and horns, as well as piercings. Weird enough, you noticed that these creatures seemed to have a lot of body piercings, as if it was a part of their culture. All the more to not want to interact with these things. Although, they did seem easy to trip, long legs, but small feet. Cleftly hoven and miniscule. Then again, they seemed accustomed to it, watching as when they fell, they would just crawl around on all fours before jumping back up to their feet. You were starting to get sidetracked from the bloodshed by simply studying the violent beasts. You started to notice the little things. Like how their long hair flows at different lengths, and how the chiefs wear a deer skull. The glistening of the spikes, how their tails swish when moving. The blood on their ash gray ski- 

Blood… 

Blood…

Blood…

Your brain went down a spiral as blood splashed around more, some dropping on your face. The beings noticed you, and quicker than a feather, they darted at you. Ripping you apart at the seams, spilling your guts, blood, organs, soul. They ate away at your life like starved entities that hadn’t eaten in ages. You felt something stab you in several places – Spikes. They were all over your body, skewing you like a Kabob.

Pain,

Blood,

Fear,

Survival instinct,

Unending feeling of death, and agony,

Tada! I drew a couple of my Oc's. These two are Hemta (the bunny lookin one) and Akzerie (the other one). So these two are known as Curse Masters, so they control curses. Most of this species (as in all but one) live in Bromind, while Melody lives in Hellena. But who cares about Melody right now, cause shes in another dimension, lets focus on these two right now. So I dont have toooo much lore for them right now, but they work with Siri and the other False Deities.