[P] the world's darkest paint

[gayvinegar]

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☆*: .｡. o Vantablack o .｡.:*☆

☆*: .｡. o The Wrathful, The Silent, The Wordsmith o .｡.:*☆


the wordsmith was in his usual run-down shed, a nest carefully crafted from cloth scraps among a higher shelf. rising from said nest, vanta shook himself, getting dust out of his fur. after a moment of grooming himself so he'd look pristine, he bunched his legs up, nimbly jumping down from his perch.

pushing out through a hole in the planks of wood, his attention was caught at an unfamiliar scent. one so close to his home. his humble abode. who has the audacity to trample upon my grounds. similar bitter thoughts swarmed his mind.

"who's there?"

- @Rose [you said you had an outsider for him to int with ]

[Rose]

UNNAMED
They/Them

They didn’t think they’d ever get used to it. Not until it left completely. Not until it became a distant memory. Forgotten, faded with time. The constant exhaustion. The gnawing hunger. The ache in every bone of their body. One day, they swore, they’d be okay again. One day, they swore, they’d be rejuvenated. Truth was, that was long missing. It had been a long time since they’d been okay.

That didn’t mean anything would stop them. Their life had not been a lie, no. It was the largest truth of all, the toughest to face. They’d continue to push, to work hard. To not outrun their past, but to embrace it. It would happen. They swore it. Even if it killed them. They weren’t sure who they were exactly right now, not entirely. But they knew they’d not have to wait too long.

Dirtied paws dragged against the ground as the lanky excuse of a cat worked their muscles, forcing them to function beyond capacity. Their limbs burned with the effort. Every sudden movement, every lurching step had their vision swimming. Swimming… blacking out for a couple heartbeats before clearing. Anemic. Blood loss had done it. They were weak. And starved. Thinned. Scabs still healing over.

So when a voice rang out, an unfamiliar voice, they still. They wait to be approached instead of the other way around, trying to keep upright, fighting against the burning pain shooting up their spine just from standing. Their body is riddled with scars. Fresh and old. They are silent. Speechless. Wordless. All they do is fix the black and white tom with an unblinking, deadpan look, before inclining their head towards themself in answer to his question.

They are here, but they mean no harm. On the contrary, they are the one currently harmed.

[ @gayvinegar - Vanta | Look, an outsider creation just for you, heh. Naming time? : D check your Discord DMs for context ]

[gayvinegar]

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☆*: .｡. o Vanta o .｡.:*☆

☆*: .｡. o The Wrathful, The Silent, The Wordsmith  o .｡.:*☆
❧ Outsider
❧ Purrks
Ashes on your tongue
I'm the black smoke in your lungs
So give up and get down
And get your eyes off my crown

the silent's nose twitched as he ​padded further toward the intruder, until the scent twisted with an air of sicklyness, a hint of blood carried with it.

whoever was injured, he wouldnt just sit around and let them die, as prickly as he is.

"stars above." he muttered as he came across the cat. how in the world were they still functioning? he could see their ribs, their face sunken in. their eyes dull. "yer damn lucky t' be alive..." what could he do to help them? food? he didnt know a thing about healing so, hunting it is. "stay... stay 'ere. i'll go get ya' somethin' t' eat."

Vanta rolled a 1! (but his rper would weep if he didnt catch anything) Vanta rolled a 17!

creeping away from... the cat, he quietly stalked around the forest, ears pricked for slight sounds that could possibly be prey until... there! a corvid that landed closeby. its dark wings patched with yellow and red. quiet pawstep after pawstep, he waited, he... probably didnt have the time to wait, but better to be patient to secure his catch.

waiting until the bird left an opening, he lept, a few feathers being scattered, but he managed to break its neck before it released a warning call.

and so he returned to the cat, corvid in his jaw as he placed it in front of them.

"d'ya 'ave a name?"

- @Rose