Iām convinced weāve been getting lore hints about imp horns, but Iām not sure what exactly theyāre leading up toā¦
Imps DONāT touch each otherās horns, not even during combat (at least, not that weāve seen āon cameraā). The only exception Iāve found is Crimson, and thatās likely only after heās already offed them.
The only instances Iāve seen where someone DOES touch an impās horns is indirectly. And both times they were presented in a negative context.
Now, this isnāt me trying to bash Stolas bringing this up (Season 1 Stolas is a completely different personality to Season 2 Stolas, after all), but Stolas putting out his cigarette on BlitzĆøās horn was a pretty demeaning action. As further evidenced by Stolas immediately following up by baby talking at BlitzĆø while simultaneously pinching his cheek. BlitzĆø obviously doesnāt enjoy the treatment, but he doesnāt exactly say anything either, even with him pushing Stolas away. So itās hard to say if some unspoken boundary was crossed with the indirect contact with his horn, or if he was aggravated at the perceived condescension.
Then, thereās that entire scene with Rolando forcing BlitzĆø to relive the worst moments of his life. From start to finish, BlitzĆø is distressed and highly uncomfortable. Making it really interesting that in the midst of this āshowā, Rolando adds chains to BlitzĆøās horns. Making it even harder for BlitzĆø to look away and adding even more to his distress. Again, hard to say if BlitzĆøās distress is due to his horns being chained or to the whole situation in general.
Though circumstantial at best, it canāt just be a coincidence that both times an impās horns were touched on camera were by non-imp beings, and both instances happened to BlitzĆø in particular.
Then thereās the whole medical aspect to take into consideration with Fizz. After the accident, Fizzās horns were destroyed along with most of the rest of his body. But unlike the prosthetics for his arms and legs, Fizz doesnāt do anything for his horns. No horn prosthetics or plaster or anything! They donāt even file down the jagged edges to help prevent further damage or to keep them from catching on things from day-to-day life.
Thereās more to imp horns than we know. Fizzās unwillingness (inability?) to do anything more than hide his horns has to hint at something. That scene dedicated specifically to showing Fizzās horns immediately after the fireworks exploded definitely was implying something. That dying red light on Fizzās horns has some horrifying implications. Especially with the cracked edges being blackened (dead?) in the midseason special.
Lastly, thereās Sallie May. I wonāt speculate too much here because we havenāt exactly seen what her story is, and I donāt want to make assumptions about her or her perceptions of self. Especially when she hasnāt gotten to show up as much yet.
The short of it is, she doesnāt paint her horns. But she does paint her hair. Or at least puts splotches of white paint in her hair to give the perception that her horns are painted. And thatās the extent of it.
So to reiterate, imps donāt seem to touch their own or each othersā horns. Except for in negative contexts or purposes. Horns canāt be changed medically or cosmetically. And they possibly have more feeling in them than we originally thoughtā¦
I just KNOW this has to be leading into something in the future. I just donāt know WHAT!
I need to know more
[Edited: I was wrong about Sallie Mayās hair color being an indicator of her purposefully not coloring her horns. But Iām keeping the bit in to help people understand my thought process]
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Giant Aphid-Like Bugs (Omnivores): Raised by Imps like cattle. Used primarily for their 'milk' - sticky, liquid substance that's high in nutrition and protein. Especially good for injured imps to help with regeneration.
Small, multi-leg horse like creatures (carnivores): apex predators of the wild, second only to the Imps themselves. Used to be hunted, but now wild ones are largely left alone as Imps keep and breed herds for meat production. Not really domesticated, mostly just trapped and left alone except when slaughtered. Have lots of teeth and wide-opening mouths. I say horse-like to get an idea of their sort of body structure, but they're probably more compact than earth horses and still have a vastly different skull structure. I think they've got multiple folds that open up in their mouth.
Flying shapeshifters of sizes varying from fly-size to raptor-size (carnivores): Venomous flying creatures that are also shapeshifters, but many degrees less sapient than Imps. Do not generally stick to any one form, and are often seen changing and shifting near constantly. Mostly occupy niches entirely separate from Imps, although are occasionally hunted as their venom is a potent salve for injuries and bleeding. Stores of it are mostly kept in hospitals as it's largely only used in dire situations.
Only specific ones I have currently, but there are definitely other creatures both hunted and raised for meat. Although there is vegetation on their planet, I don't think there are really any fully herbivore creatures. The planet is largely carnivorous, with some larger Omnivores roaming around that are too large and slow to do much hunting. Imps themselves are, of course, opportunistic - it's not necessary, really, as they have a fairly advanced society with a lot of similar taste in what meat they eat, but imps can eat the meat of just about any creature on their planet.
*Ore reaches for its eye rather nervously as a small chirp is emitted. It does not like to think about the lost eye. Eyes are very important. Curling up nervously it remembers back, that they were attacked on where they used to live, before the planet with the two legged. It had been nice until they attacked, a flurry of screeches and metal claws. Ore doesnāt want to think more about that time.**Its brother, an imp Belle has called Alloy curl up next to Ore, remembering too that time.**Ore lets out another chirp. The two leggedās world is much better. Nugget is a good leader who always provides food and has not cast Ore out of the swarm even though an eye is missing. Ore will do its best to repay Nugget, trying to help the swarm. Without the swam Ore would have trouble getting food and would not survive. Imps need their swarm and Ore tries its best to be useful, grooming the others and helping where it can.* *It then almost pushes out its chest in pride. Nugget have given Ore a special mission, and Nugget doesnāt do that to just anyone. At that it beams proudly at itself.*
*Nugget grins.**Nugget first met Gold right after he was born. It was hoped that Goldās two legged parents would take care of him, but they were useless even for two leggeds. So Nugget had to step in. He is very proud of Goldā¦ even if he is a bit of an idiot, especially around his female.*
(I donnu how many knows this by now, but Nugget is genetically Goldās parent and actually raised him. I thought Gold deserved one good parentā¦ even if said parent is small and scaly.)Ā
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Hey Nugget, since we know you are clearly not of earth have you and the rest of the imps ever wanted to go back 'home'? Or what is the reason if you don't want to even if you could? What would become of Gold if you were say forced to return? I am certainly not gathering intel on your species...
*At the mention ofĀ āhomeā the rest of the imps gets clearly nervous, looking at Nugget and Ore hides itself beneath one of the big couch cushions.**Nugget sits up and glares through narrow glowing eyes. Homeā¦ it has been a long time since it has thought of home. Nugget blinks its eyes. Imps always want to return home, being away from home is difficult. Most do not survive being away from home.**Butā¦ at least this place is not too badā¦ a lot of good food. It also helps that the dominant species are an arrogant and foolish one. Nugget shakes its head with an amused gleam in its eyes. Most believe that Nugget and the swarm is harmless and instinct driven creatures simply because they are small and do not engage in a primitive form of communication based on noise. Using noise to communicate is a silly thing. Butā¦ the poor two leggedās brain have trouble handling higher forms of communication. Nugget has learned this through experience.**At the mention of Gold it creatureās eyes narrow again. It does not matter. Nugget is not going to leave Gold. Nugget promised that. Not that it matters really. Should Nugget be recalled home, Gold is coming with him. So is Belleā¦ and so is the rest of you.**Nugget seems to grin as the rest of the swarm grows excited at the thought.*
Summary: Belle is tormented by what can only be described as nightmares. Not only that she has a stalker, one she is convinced is not humanā¦ not after seeing his eyes.
Note: Mr. Griphus is an original character of mine. I just needed someone who could be a credible threat to Gold and all the villains of Ouat I have found less than impressive... Except for Rumple himself of course.Ā
But donāt worry, Mr. Griphus is going to be a minor character and he is not going to ever try to split Gold and Belle up. I really hope you will enjoy him and I would love to hear your thoughts.Ā
Belle was sitting in the furthest booth in Grannyās diner, sipping on her iced tea, finding that she did not even have the appetite even for the famous pancakes.
In her hand lay the golden square that Archie had given her. She considered what she should do. It was not like she could simply go homeā¦ not yet.
She wondered if he would still be there when she got homeā¦ she had told him to leave butā¦ there wasnāt really anything that she could do.
What could she do? Get a gun?
Noā¦ she would never do thatā¦ and she did not even know how to use a gunā¦ and if she even was able to hurt him, the small creatures would surely attack herā¦
He hadnāt hurt her.
She remembered how exhausted he was as he slept beside herā¦ the scars on his scaly back which she had run her fingers over.
He had attempted to be friendly, make her teaā¦ he just hadnāt answered her questionsā¦
Butā¦ then there was the fact that she was now growing scalesā¦ and he had been breaking into her home.
Belle sighed.
She did not know what was going onā¦ she needed answers.
Again her blue eyes fell upon that golden square, running her thumb over the strange symbols.
Perhapsā¦ perhaps this creature known as Mr. Griphus would give her the answers she needed. She remembered Archieās warning wellā¦ butā¦
Could Mr. Griphus really be as dangerous as her fumbling around without any knowledge of what she was dealing with? In some sense he had offered his helpā¦ perhapsā¦ perhaps she should just hearing him out.
She took Archieās warning seriously thoughā¦ Ā
Remembering his curious advice she stood up and ordered a big warm cup of warm chocolate. It was not usual for her to order, butā¦ well it was not too strange for anyone to take notice as she wandered over to her booth again sitting down.
Looking at the golden square once again before she blew through the golden square, creating a soft noteā¦ not loud enough to draw anyoneās attention. In fact she hardly believed that it would be able to be heard to the next booth.
It wasā¦ an truly otherworldly soundā¦ one that should not be able to exist. As soft and low as it was it seemed almost as if it could shatter through the air. Slowly she put it down, wondering just what would happen, glancing towards the door, wondering what would come through.
She then thought how silly it wasā¦ even if this creature was somehow able to hear that low sound he surely could not come so quickly. Turning towards her iced tea she almost let out a loud scream as she was no longer alone in her booth.
On the other sideā¦ the one facing the back of the diner sat a manā¦ though calling him a manā¦
Even sitting she could tell that he was impossibly tall, even as he was hunched over the table. He had a long aquiline nose, pale as death and his eyes sunken deep into his skull and sharp hollow looking cheeks.
His half long black hair was slicked back and his eyes were so dark they were black and his irises were unnaturally large.
Clothed in a black cloak and wearing a silvery puff tie with a black pearl tie needle, Belle stared in stunned silence as the creature before her wrapped his long skeletal fingers wrap around the warm cup and brought it to his thin lips, sipping elegantly before he gently put the cup down again. He considered her for a while before he moved his head slowly to continue to look at her.
āI was wondering when you would contact me,ā he said, his voice having a soft low toneā¦ sounding like the impossible sound that the golden square had made.
āMrā¦ Mr. Griphus?ā Belle stuttered, wondering just what she had summoned. He grinned, his teeth almost too large for his jaw.
āYesā¦ that is my name,ā he nodded slowly. A silence fell between them as Mr. Griphus lifted his cup and started to drink his chocolate, Belle simply staring at him trying to be able to speak again.
āUmā¦ Archieā¦ gave me thisā¦ becauseā¦ wellā¦ because I have learned that this world is not exactly what I thought it wasā¦ and that I haveā¦ caught the interest of something that I donāt really understand,ā she tried to not seem as nervous as she clearly was before this being. At her nervous rambling the being grinned again as he continued to hold his cup.
āThat is an understatement, if I have ever heard one,ā he shrugged his shoulders softly.
āI was toldā¦ I was told you could help,ā Belle was struggling to keep her voice from shivering. He lifted his eyebrow slightly.
āHmmā¦ yesā¦ that is trueā¦ butā¦ it all depends on how you want me to help,ā Mr. Griphus said continuing to look at her.
āUmā¦ whatā¦ what do you mean?ā Belle asked nervously, twinning her fingers in her long brown hair in an attempt to alleviate the nervousness.
āWellā¦ I could make certain he does not bother you againā¦ and you will be able to go back to your normal human lifeā¦ but if you tell me to do thatā¦ his blood will be on your handsā¦ their blood would be on your hands. You will not be able to push these actions onto me. You will never be able to wash their blood off your handsā¦ butā¦ you will be free. The scales might even fade in time,ā Mr. Griphus spokeā¦ his voice even and calm, but his black eyes were piercing hers letting her be in no doubt what would happen if she ordered him to do this.
Belle let out a loud gasp. Goldā¦ the little onesā¦ the one with the wounded eyeā¦ would he really?
She shook her head quickly, tears showing in her eyes.
āNo! I donāt want that! Pleaseā¦ please do not hurt them,ā she pleaded with him, her blue eyes pleading towards him.
He sat thereā¦ silent and motionless before he nodded.
āNoā¦ I did not expect you to,ā he lifted his cup of chocolate and drank it down softly. She blinked stunned. Before she could ask anything, he lifted his head and met her eyes again.
āListen to me. I do not do favorsā¦ I do not make deals. Butā¦ your case haveā¦ interested me. Especially since you have drawn the attention of these littleā¦ā he paused for a moment.
āImpsā¦ā the word fell out from her lips, not understanding just what she was doing, blinking softly. āUmā¦ I call them impsā¦ā
āImpsā¦ curiousā¦ā he spoke softly as he shrugged his shoulders. āBut strangely fitting.ā
Belle nodded before he once again lifted his chocolate and drank it down softly, clearly pleased.
āImpsā¦ as you have named themā¦ are curious creatures. Quite unique indeed,ā He murmured with a slight smile.
āUmā¦ yesā¦ do youā¦ do you know anything about them?ā she did not quite know what she should think about this odd being. He was no doubt very dangerous and certainly not one you wanted to crossā¦ if you wanted to remain alive that was.
āThis and that. The alpha of their group is immensely dangerous. You seeā¦ your imps, they share a hivemind of sortsā¦ the Other Mindā¦ a bit hard to explain but it is their deity, home and one of the most powerful entities that I know of. However when one of its members become too feralā¦ it is cast out of the Other Mindā¦ banished to a planet with those that chose to follow it. Most would instantly perishā¦ they can so rarely function without direct contact or guidance of their hivemind. It leaves them near mad and desperate. So you can imagine what mind this one must have to not only survive on another planet, take care of so many of its kin and thrive. It takes a certain cunning and fortitude rare to find,ā Mr. Griphus mused softly as he thought for a while.
āSo Gold isā¦ā she stated, looking at the being across the table cocking his head in a rather avian way.
āUmā¦ the big human-like oneā¦ā she attempted to explain. Mr. Griphus simply let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.
āNoā¦ that one is not the alpha. He is a young one, born on this earthā¦ but I know little of him. He is not really my interest,ā he murmured softly.
āSoā¦ so Gold is not the one in charge?ā Belle asked.
āNoā¦ why would an species so advanced such advanced as imps would follow somethingā¦ human-like? He has a high rank among themā¦ but due to his connection with their leader. He is also quite cunning himself, having an understanding of your species makes him quite capable. He is able to trick humans far easier than even his leader,ā he explained, though now more interested in his chocolate drink.
āI did notā¦ I did not really think about thatā¦ā Belle said stunned. She just assumed that he was their leaderā¦ but apparently this was a mistake. The information that he was able to trick humans she knew well however. How he had made himself look human.
āWellā¦ that is something that amuse me about humansā¦ your hubris. The thought that you are important. It is justā¦ amusing,ā the creature before her grinned, unnerving her greatly. All she could do is to sit and nod.
The being named Mr. Griphus then put his empty cup down, wiping his lips slightly with his long fingers and leaned back considering her for a while.
āI still want to help youā¦ but I do not believe that I have the answers that you searchā¦ but I know of a man who does,ā he picked up one of the napkins and pulled out a fountain pen of his cloak and wrote down something upon it and folded it before he slid it over the table towards her. āAndā¦ thank you for the chocolateā¦ as you understand it is a bit hard for me to order it myself. And keep the squareā¦ who knowsā¦ we might meet again.ā
Curiously she looked down and took it in her hand, feeling her fingers across it, looking up towards him againā¦ but he was goneā¦ just as quickly as he had arrived. She looked around, but there was no trace of this being. With shivering hands the young woman then opened the napkin.
Upon it was only written a name. The name of one that apparently had the answers that she wanted.
