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*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
*Once the pizza was given, Ogvile immediately downed those 3 slices as if they were crumbs. Despite his goat form, teeth as sharp as knives stabbed through the dough and ripped it to smaller bits. The whole process was very messy and sudden for someone with age and power, Husk didn't know what to feel. Pity or disgust? Both? Ogvile gave him the plate with nothing else but crumbs on it.*
"Thank you. May I get my keys now?" -*the whole thing seemed to be embarrassing the old goat, and each outer characteristic was saying so.*
*The only room available in the moment Ogvile arrived didn't have the best conditions. One broken window, bed old for how long and closet woth barely hanging doors. Charlie probably forgot about it with everything going around. But surprisingly, Ogvile didn't mind. He just took the keys and sat on the bed of low quality.*
"Thank you..." -such greatfulness was unexpected in these conditions.
Husk let out a grumble at the poor condition of the room. “Alastor’s been draggin’ his feet on fixing this, as though he doesn’t have to do anythin’ other than wave his staff around.”
As long as it has a bed, it's more than enough." -*Ogvile smiled sincerely and immediately sat down. The only bag he brought to the hotel was sized half of Husk's height, which was unexpected for a face of high status. The bed was only a rusty mattress with no blankets and only one pillow. He dropped his body after a minute of sitting with a loud thud.*
"Thank you Husk." -*Ogvile bowed down and immediately went into the room. The doors made the sound of locking, and now there was complete silence. Only after 2 minutes could be heard the voices and music from an old fashioned TV Alastor put in the room aswell.*
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
*Once the pizza was given, Ogvile immediately downed those 3 slices as if they were crumbs. Despite his goat form, teeth as sharp as knives stabbed through the dough and ripped it to smaller bits. The whole process was very messy and sudden for someone with age and power, Husk didn't know what to feel. Pity or disgust? Both? Ogvile gave him the plate with nothing else but crumbs on it.*
"Thank you. May I get my keys now?" -*the whole thing seemed to be embarrassing the old goat, and each outer characteristic was saying so.*
*The only room available in the moment Ogvile arrived didn't have the best conditions. One broken window, bed old for how long and closet woth barely hanging doors. Charlie probably forgot about it with everything going around. But surprisingly, Ogvile didn't mind. He just took the keys and sat on the bed of low quality.*
"Thank you..." -such greatfulness was unexpected in these conditions.
Husk let out a grumble at the poor condition of the room. “Alastor’s been draggin’ his feet on fixing this, as though he doesn’t have to do anythin’ other than wave his staff around.”
As long as it has a bed, it's more than enough." -*Ogvile smiled sincerely and immediately sat down. The only bag he brought to the hotel was sized half of Husk's height, which was unexpected for a face of high status. The bed was only a rusty mattress with no blankets and only one pillow. He dropped his body after a minute of sitting with a loud thud.*
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
*Once the pizza was given, Ogvile immediately downed those 3 slices as if they were crumbs. Despite his goat form, teeth as sharp as knives stabbed through the dough and ripped it to smaller bits. The whole process was very messy and sudden for someone with age and power, Husk didn't know what to feel. Pity or disgust? Both? Ogvile gave him the plate with nothing else but crumbs on it.*
"Thank you. May I get my keys now?" -*the whole thing seemed to be embarrassing the old goat, and each outer characteristic was saying so.*
*The only room available in the moment Ogvile arrived didn't have the best conditions. One broken window, bed old for how long and closet woth barely hanging doors. Charlie probably forgot about it with everything going around. But surprisingly, Ogvile didn't mind. He just took the keys and sat on the bed of low quality.*
"Thank you..." -such greatfulness was unexpected in these conditions.
Husk let out a grumble at the poor condition of the room. “Alastor’s been draggin’ his feet on fixing this, as though he doesn’t have to do anythin’ other than wave his staff around.”
As long as it has a bed, it's more than enough." -*Ogvile smiled sincerely and immediately sat down. The only bag he brought to the hotel was sized half of Husk's height, which was unexpected for a face of high status. The bed was only a rusty mattress with no blankets and only one pillow. He dropped his body after a minute of sitting with a loud thud.*
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*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
*Once the pizza was given, Ogvile immediately downed those 3 slices as if they were crumbs. Despite his goat form, teeth as sharp as knives stabbed through the dough and ripped it to smaller bits. The whole process was very messy and sudden for someone with age and power, Husk didn't know what to feel. Pity or disgust? Both? Ogvile gave him the plate with nothing else but crumbs on it.*
"Thank you. May I get my keys now?" -*the whole thing seemed to be embarrassing the old goat, and each outer characteristic was saying so.*
*The only room available in the moment Ogvile arrived didn't have the best conditions. One broken window, bed old for how long and closet woth barely hanging doors. Charlie probably forgot about it with everything going around. But surprisingly, Ogvile didn't mind. He just took the keys and sat on the bed of low quality.*
"Thank you..." -such greatfulness was unexpected in these conditions.
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
*Once the pizza was given, Ogvile immediately downed those 3 slices as if they were crumbs. Despite his goat form, teeth as sharp as knives stabbed through the dough and ripped it to smaller bits. The whole process was very messy and sudden for someone with age and power, Husk didn't know what to feel. Pity or disgust? Both? Ogvile gave him the plate with nothing else but crumbs on it.*
"Thank you. May I get my keys now?" -*the whole thing seemed to be embarrassing the old goat, and each outer characteristic was saying so.*
TW/// BLOOD, GORE, DEATH, ARGUING, VIOLENCE, BODY DYSMORPHIA, YELLING, THOUGHTS OF SELF HARM, SWEARING, BUCK THUNDERS
Across town there is a shack where a notorious hunter and his employees dwell in, those people are Buck Thunders, Sonia, Esmeralda, and David. Buck thunders told these three that they'll help him protect land dwellers from mermaids, although they don't know he's lying. It's not like they can try to quit if they were to find out the truth, Buck Thunders would intimidate his workers, sometimes even beating them until they either stop thinking about quitting or they end up unconscious.
Buck and three of his employees came back from a hunting trip, a few of them are covered in blood and bits of organs and flesh of mermaids.
“couldn't we do this in a cleaner way? I hate the taste of blood in my mouth,”
“Why not this way? It's more fun to kill sea monsters like this!” David replied to Sonia nonchalantly while licking his hands clean. Both the small bee and deer stared at the jackal with extreme disgust. David just shrugs and goes to the tanks with an eel and a tiger shark in it.
“Hi splaargy and shaard!”
“Silence land dweller,” splaarghon said, annoyed at the idea of a mortal even speaking to him.
“H-hey David!” Shaard quietly whispered, the shyer of the two, both splaarghon and shaard were mermaids who were caught by Buck. However instead of being killed, they have the worse fate of being kept as living weapons that he sometimes uses on the mermaids he hunts. They're very neglected, often being forgotten to be fed (thankfully Sonia and Esmeralda feed them whenever Buck forgets). Shaard is incredibly sensitive and scared, fearing that Buck will one day kill him for being useless, it doesn't help that splaarghon doesn't care for him either, often calling him weak or useless.
Meanwhile Buck Thunders was back in his office, is texting his ex, Delores. Somehow he managed to get her number even after being blocked 5 times.
“Can we please get back together Tiffanyplz 🥺🥺🥺”
“NO YOU STUPID PIECE OF BEEF, WE ARE NOT GETTING BACK TOGETHER! HONESTLY ITS A FUCKING SHOCK HOW YOUR DUMBASS MANAGED TO GET MY NUMBER AFTER I BLOCKED YOU 5 TIMES!”
“pls don't block me🥺🥺🥺”
“Dude im blocking you, also quit using that emoji whenever we speak,”
*you have been blocked by Tiffany fluffit*
The bull proceeded to look depressed after Tiffany blocked him, don't feel bad for this chud, he kills mermaids and normal sea people.
“I don't understand why she blocked me :((,” buck thunders quietly said sadly.
Meanwhile Esmeralda is alone with shaard, the other two went somewhere and splaarghon was sleeping. She had an anxious look on her face, the tiger shark noticed this and decided to ask her something.
“Are you still worrying about the others finding out about you secretly being a lobster mermaid, Esme?” Shaard signed in sign language.
“Yes…” the deer signed back on the verge of tears.
“I only became a land dweller due to the ocean becoming too dangerous due to hunters, but unfortunately the job market is a rough place. I only chose to work with Buck Thunders just so I can afford to survive, if they ever found out I'm a mermaid, I could end up being killed,” Esmeralda signed now, completely in tears, shaard noticed this and tried his best to comfort her.
“don't cry esme-”
“DON'T CRY?! THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME FROM BEING KILLED IS THE FACT THAT THEY THINK IM ALWAYS A DEER! I DON'T EVEN LIKE BEING IN THIS VILE FLEA BAG FLESH, KNOWING I HAVE TO BE IN THIS DISGUSTING BODY TO SURVIVE MAKES ME GENUINELY WANT TO RIP MYSELF APART!” Esmeralda signed angrily while screaming at shaard.
The tiger shark started to sob, Esmeralda immediately felt guilty and tried to comfort him.
“Shaard im sorry I shouldn't have yelled at you, I was so awful for that,” she signed.
“D-don't worry, im n-not mad, I d-didn't realize your is-issues were that b-bad…” shaard quietly whispered while gently smiling.
The tiger shark noticed the time, “oh it's about time for you to leave your shift, I hope to see you again Esme,”
“Bye shaard…” Esmeralda signed while she proceeded to leave the building.
Meanwhile Buck Thunders received a text from David.
“I got an image of that mermaid you claimed the valley sea research facility was hiding!”
“This better not be you trolling me again.”
“im serious, although I did end up punched and thrown out of the building by this alligator lady. She was mean :(( Anyways i got the image you were looking for!”
*David sent an image of a plesiosaurs mermaid who was busy looking at his shell collection*
“Perfect…”
“Am I gonna get a raise for this : D”
“David shut up”
“Finally I got proof of that pretentious tasmanian devil and that weird loner tarantula hiding a sea beast,” buck thunders said while laughing maniacally.
(SORRY IF THIS WAS RUSHED, HAD A LITTLE BIT OF AN WRITTERS BLOCK)
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
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*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
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