PMDU PS: Lens Flare || Purgatory1. WakePMDU PS: Lens Flare || Purgatory by x-sayrie-x
It can’t see. Nevertheless, it digs futilely at the stone to quench its starvation, but it’s too weak, too fragile, and its claws splinter and break.
Its blood whips them into a frenzy. It hears them closing in, chattering in a way that sounds just a little like laughter.
He would never damn another being to this hell. So when he hears another one cry in the dark he goes to them and makes them smile red.
The gemstones lend its world their color. Soon it sees more than just shadows (and yet his eyes are cold).
They’re birthed from the caverns with pliable flesh and no eyes. When they scream it calls them to the kill.
It’s revoltingly easy to gouge out its growing diamond-eyes.
It knows only how to consume. The first gemstone tastes like salt water.
PMDU Hunters App || Lens FlareHUNTER’S GUILD: LENS FLAREPMDU Hunters App || Lens Flare by x-sayrie-x
DATE JOINED || April 6th, 2014
CURRENT FUNDS || 0✪
MERITS || 0
STRIKES || 0
POKEMON SPECIES || chimchar
NATURE || careful
CHARACTERISTIC || alert to sounds
GENDER || female
AGE || 16
ABILITY || blaze
STRENGTH || [X] [X] [ ] [ ] [ ]
AGILITY || [X] [X] [X] [ ] [ ]
INTELLIGENCE || [X] [X] [X] [ ] [ ]
CHARISMA || [X] [X] [ ] [ ] [ ]
POINTS REMAINING || 2
TYPE BONUS || [ fire ] > [ charisma ]
a brown shawl. it looks rather well-worn and is fraying at the edges.
May My Own Home Be My Gallows, PrologueMay My Own Home Be My Gallows
Serial killer Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter has been lifted to most wanted criminal in the world...
As the TV buzzed, a man, quite old in appearance stared intently at the screen. A cup of tea clasped between his fingers, he was rugged up in a warm grey fleece coat with a grey fedora hat casting a shadow over most of his face. Though a pair of bright blue eyes peaked from under the rim of his hat at the screen. His face twisted slightly at the mention of the name on the TV. As the show continued, his face became exasperated.
"It's Doctor Lecter" He muttered under his breath, a light grimace on his face. He looked at the television one last time before turning away and looking deeply into his mug. His startling blue eyes concentrating on the brown liquid and a small sigh escaped his lips. It has been around five months since his escape from Clarice Starling and he had been lying low. His eyes narrowed at his coff