#voidtouched-blue

Art!!

He's far from what he used to call home, past the unending forests into the southernmost of Wallachia. Craiova they called it. He'd never been but there were rumors of something stalking the good people, the usual. That hadn't been what piqued his interest.

It was the strange absence of death which followed the night creatures usually reported upon. No deaths meant secrecy. Secrecy meant yet another god forsaken fucking plot to bring about a greater evil.

And so he'd went in search of tales, sightings, reports. A hand barren when proffered. No one could concede the look of the beast, no one could fathom the terrors it brought because none of the citizens had witnessed any. All present, all accounted for.

It had made Trevor's skin itch in the way the brush of a poisonous plant did. The only antidote was to investigate. He'd left the others back home, they had a town to build after all. Their legacy to leave behind.

And now, sitting out in the middle of fucking nowhere the night was drawing long and he had become bored.

"If it's going to fucking do something, I wish it'd get on with it already." Something spooks in the underbrush at the sound of his voice and his hand slips down to the flap of leather strapping his whip to his side.

"Alright then...you've heard me. Come on...a little closer..." There is a scent in the air he is unfamiliar with, a strange little waft that tickles his nose and he remembers it too well. Beneath the blood, gore, and guts, the stench of the Corridor was choking. As if all life sucked into it breathed its miasma and stained with its odor.

"Fucking- Where is that little rat bastard?!" Saint Germain. That's his name. This has his doing all fucking over it. Squinting hard through the thick shadows he scans his surrounding to find something outlined by the meager light of the field beyond. Something....well it looked a fair enough size, tiny but not smaller than an average human.

But Night Creatures came in all shapes and sizes. None less deadly than the last. Give it a little warning, see how it reacts.

Out of all the misfits and outcasts Millions Knives had gathered around himself it had to be Zazie the Beast to tell him about this apparently secret branch of the Eye of Michael. The Independent Plant didn’t care much about Conrad’s experiments. Let the doctor cut open human filth to try and create a new species of humans, they would never be of equal divinity as Plants. But that didn’t stop them from trying. Usually Knives wouldn’t pay attention to the blood and the screaming and the failures cast aside or being sent out on missions to die, but what Zazie had been reporting to him was deeply unsettling, because it meant Conrad was either betraying him or he didn’t have his staff under control, and he wasn’t sure which of the options were worse. He wasn’t particularly fond of Conrad, he still remembered the sins the doctor had committed, he would ensure the man would never forget, but the truth was he needed the doctor’s help to fulfill his own dream of creating more independent Plants to finally exterminate humanity for good. Knives wouldn’t interfere in the experiments, but he would not tolerate anyone going behind his back and doing something that goes against the holy words of the Eye of Michael.

Naked feet carried him through the cold corridors of the laboratory, the countless Plants he had collected from the humans lining up the walls. He rarely came here, he stench of humans just too unpleasant, so as he walked past one or two of Conrad’s assistants they exchanged worried looks but otherwise stepped out of his way, not wanting to attract the Independent’s wrath. Knives didn’t speak to them, didn’t even bother glancing at them, he was wearing his cloak to cover himself from the unworthy eyes of humans, but he could feel that something was terribly wrong with every step he took.

Finally he reached the hallway Zazie had mentioned and he walked down the stairs only to discover some kind of basement, the only difference was that the humans had apparently modified it to use it as another laboratory. A handful of whitecoats were gathered around a table, discussing their latest experiments and once they noticed them they froze with terror in their eyes, but something else quickly gained Knives’ attention. The room was mostly empty apart from the table and a couple machines but the most prominent thing was the Plant tank in the center of the room. Therefore the people had already committed sins that were punishable by death: they went behind his back and stole one of his Plants, plus, they obviously experimented on his kind. But there was something else. This was no regular Plant, it seemed to be an Independent! But as Knives stepped closer to the glass his cold gaze turned into a frown. He couldn’t understand what he was seeing.

He was definitely looking at an independent Plant, but it didn’t look anything like him or his brother. Sure, the body was mostly shaped like a human, but there was something else about it. It had triangle shaped ears sitting on top of its head, a tail and the skin was covered in short fur. This Plant had a lot more characteristics of the animals Knives had seen in videos and books back when Rem had been raising him and his brother. He thought he remembered the name of the animal to be…. cat?

“What have you done to her..”

Knives’ voice was a low growl as sharp tendrils of blades were sprouting from his back and the scientists didn’t have the chance to explain themselves as they were cut in half. There was blood everywhere, on the floor, the walls, the glass of the tank, but these humans had it coming. The Eye of Michael had been created to save Plants from the greedy and destructive hands of humans, yet they had dared to go against his very word, it was only natural they would have to pay with their life. With uncaring eyes Knives looked at the severed head by his feet, then he stepped over it to return his attention to the tank. Tendrils lashed out once more to cut off the lid of it, and with the blunt side of his tendrils he lifted the Plant out of its tank and into his arms and holding her to his chest he made his way back. He would send Conrad later to clean up this mess by himself, but for now the most important part was to get this Plant to safety. Another Independent. Knives had always thought he and his brother were the only ones. Where did this one come from?

"Do not doubt what I will do to save those I love."

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You ever see a character and go 'Oh they're fun I like them'

That's me @voidtouched-blue 's OC Cyna! A very lovely character with a rich personality and interesting history!! \o/ They're also super lovely to talk too and I look forward to writing with them!

(I couldn't help but doodle her! I hope that is alright! :D)

I'm colorblind so Greyscale under the cut cause that's how I draw LOL]]

Aymeric had made no small number of jokes about how Estinien just seemed to get into trouble if he didn't reign him in. Estinien wasn't beating that assumption today, as he is standing in front of Cyra absolutely covered in mud, dirt, and a questionably red substance that appears to be blood.

Estinien simply stares at Cyra.

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