Flee, for the demon cometh [R-M] [Anyone can come, just be prepared]

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About 200 years ago there was a large, sleek dog killing the larger animals of its forest for sport.

Being so, the many farms in the area lost their most prized bulls and horses. And the dogs, trained to fend off wolves, it killed with great joy.

It had a silver coat bullets couldn't penetrate. It had the stamina of a wolf and jaws twice as strong.

It soon were hated and the farmers went hunting for it.
After a while, it fell into one of their traps but their blades couldn't hurt it. The trap would not hold it for long so they tied a rope with two bells around its neck. A spell was put on it to prevent it from being torn off and to give the bells a unique sound.

The bells could be heard from far away giving farmers time to bring their animals inside in safety.

Soon the other animals in the forest would learn this as well, and the creature was unable to feed, slowly starving to death.
But even though its body died, the wolf still kept wandering the mountains and the forests.
If you listen carefully you can hear the bells and if you look hard enough you might see a weak smoke from its steps.
If you can see the animal slowly becoming visible then its time to run or your soul might be its next dinner,
Or so the legend said of the dog....



Livion woke up from his nap, seeing only souls of the dead realm slowly moving about. "My sleep is done, so i must return to the Realm of The Living to go through with the day." He said in his deep, deadly voice. All the spirits that saw him awaken slowly fled for their own second lives, him being one that eats the souls of his many hunts. A light blue smoke consumed him, it transporting him to the other realm. Everything was black as his smoke vanished, leaving no trace.

..............

Once the smoke did the same action on the solid ground, instead it was grey and was releasing his body, until it then vanished. "The Realm of The Living." He said and started to walk, a trail of paw-sized smoke being left behind on the ground. His bells rung their little sound with each movement, sending all the creatures running, including the animals that can kill wolves. He grinned for a moment, his long, sharp fangs covered in saliva was unveiled by his lips until he shut his mouth and grinned no more. It was two hours past dawn so all the daylight animals were scurrying about to hide. Seeing a rabbit, he quickly bolted, his speed being unremarkable. He quickly snatched the rabbit by the scruff and sapped the soul out of it, leaving its body alive but limp. Once he dropped it to the solid earth, his fangs dripped of flowing blood on it, and he continued his walk.

[Tayssi]

(I was nearly tempted to make her blind but wasn't sure if you'd like that )

Her blue and yellow eyes snapped open at the sight of the sun beginning to sink below the horizon. Her ears flicked back and forth for a moment, listening to the animals scurry to their homes and she raised her head and looked around. She listened for any strange sounds, however, she came across none at that moment. Her head rested on her paws again as she stared into the trees. A moment later, she came across the sound of distressed animals fleeing from something. And then the screaming of a poor, innocent animal. She growled in alarm and sprang to her feet and took off towards the sound. In only a few minutes, she came to the source. She hung low under a bush and her ears flicked back in caution as she saw the rabbit’s dead, bleeding body at an overly large wolf, or dog’s paws. Blood dripped from his teeth and the blood thirsty look in his eyes made her shiver in fear. She stepped back for a moment before she took in a deep breath with a sigh. She stood up and stepped towards him. She forced herself to relax and she looked at the large male. “Why did you kill that rabbit? He meant no harm and it is obvious you have no intention of actually eating him,” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

Zira was the Deity of the Forest, so she was able to sense and hear the animals from even miles away. She knew when something wasn’t right. However, she was a rather new Deity. She was young and knew nothing of the creature which stood before her. She watched him intently, though stayed a few metres away. She wasn’t mad with this creature, but she did, however, want an explanation. There was simply no need to kill for absolutely no reason.

(sorry, very limited time to post anything lately as i'm moving in Feb :/ )

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He shifted his body to stare at her, his bloody red gaze fixed on the she-wolf. "He may seem alive but i have eaten a vital part of him; his soul. You must be the young Deity of The Forest, i presume? The spirits in the Realm of The Dead spoke of you as the new protector of the creatures that roam the Realm of The Living. Hear this; i am Livion, Deity of Smoke and Souls, a deity to be careful with." He replied, his voice going with the carried tone of a serious dog. His bells chimed again as he turned the direction he was headed and continued moving, his paws leaving weak, grey smoke from each step. He watched as each animal feared and fled from his sight, which pleased him so. His silver coat shined like metal, it being impossible to penetrate like the legend spoke of. His body was becoming more faded as he got farther and farther away. Every creature that crossed his path withing a foot of him he quickly sapped the soul out of, leaving his teeth bloody but his hunger slowly required less and less. Once he had eaten his required souls, his eyes scanned his surroundings of the area for a source of water, seeing his senses recalled that a drink and bath was needed. He exhaled sharply and let his claws scrape the ground now and then, letting them be dragged through the cold, graveling soil. Each flick of his tail was like a knife being carelessly pointed your way. His ears pick up multitudes of things as they twitched. his nose smelled countless things, including a soul ready for the taking. He licked his muzzle and often checked behind him, making sure if she was actually following him or not.

((Lovin' the eyes, and hope the move goes smooth))

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