𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 ⛓ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ----- "No human is meant to survive the dog ring. But Emil is no human, not anymore. Through blood and gore he was molded into the perfect hound, ready to continue its fight for survival." --- #IDVRP

the halls, before lighting strikes. And the hound is set loose. Running forward with powerful limbs, he jumps forward against the enemy, maw open wide, aiming for the jugular of his unspoken ennemy.]

[The hound snarls as he is now fully out of the shadows. His vision blurred red with unclear shapes. He simply knows by scent alone that a fight is inbound. That the master will fire the gun, and he will jump. As if by fate itself, the grumbling of an uncoming storm echoes in+

it in his maw, pulling it out of the ground it had gotten stuck in, and proudly brings it back to its owner, tail a blur. His eyes had never been this clear, showing a sparkle of humanity among the animalistic traits.]

[A true neuron activation, the moment the Naiad throws her famed spear, the Hound sprints off after it. There was a rush of adrenaline, but it was unlike the ones he would get during matches or the ring. It was exhalting, freeing, fun. As the harpoon lands, he quickly collects+

His tail suddenly begins to wag erraticaly. He wants to play.]

[As the harpoon raises, Emil lowers even closer to the ground. He expected to be fearful as it does look like a weapon but... The stick like shape connects a train of thought he never had before. It looked like a stick, that could be thrown, and taken back. Like fetch. +

his head to the side to better bite at the metal rod, trying to figure out its use.]

[The hound approaches and sniffs at the base of her dress. How strange, she smells like the ocean, like fish, like wet rocks, and she... floats. Although, the shiny harpoon by her brings odd thoughts. It was a sharp object, but it was also a stick... Lowering down, he brings+

[Even under the same drugged spell, he brings him a wet towel in his teeth. For the sweat, it seems.]

https://t.co/A957IO4XDU

And they're calling you “𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙮 .ᐟ 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙮.ᐟ”

was pulled out of the satchel, and the dog was *sat*. Eyes wide at the bag of treats, he knew obedience brought food, so playing along would promise him this whole bag of biscuits! The green in his pupils had fully returned. Emil was hungry, and just wished to be fed.]

[Emil still has his nose in the other's bag. The source of his body's scent was all there. Wax, matches, paper enveloppes. Though he could also smell the faimt scent of dog biscuits, unable to truly find their source as he rummaged. With Victor's helpful hand though, the bag+

// The Hound vs fridge

open. He would not quit until he would break into this darn cold box and get to eat as much as he wanted!]

hunters with the code to open the lock. Emil was not one of the lucky fews. And so. His feud with the fridge started. Pulling on the hand with his teeth, the attempt quickly turned into a tug-o-war moment, his body jolting back in attempts to break the lock and force the door+

had absolutely ransacked the kitchen. every possible drawers were open, some dragged to the floor, emptied of their content. Cupboards were open in a desperate search for a meal. The fridge had been locked out so people wouldn't eat others' food, leaving a few survivors and+

https://t.co/lGvCzWK9GI I need to start putting people on the lists I finally made whoops . hai 🌻

[The animalistic growl echoes in the halls as eyes reflecting the very little light that shone in the enclosed space. Like two white moons looking at the man, the beast slowly exposed itself, teeth barred and claws digging at the floor. The hound was ready for a fight.]

can we cuddle with our souls melting inside