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‎ ㅤ Air leaves Zinogre's nose. It doesn't understand what Perri's trying to say, but it knows those eyes - that tone - well. It continues to lurk closer, but its mouth never opens, hardly interested in eating slime - all it does is try to breathe in the scent for memory. ‎

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‎ ㅤ In a way, yes. ㅤ The Stygian's face slowly declines as it comes closer, bringing its nose slowly close to Yori to get his scent. Like a wolf making a new acquaintance, tentative and slow, ready to bite or retreat at a sign of hostility. ‎

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‎ ㅤ It watches with a mixed sense of intrigue and confusion. Clearly enough, the Stygian spots the mimicry, but its exact intent was unclear - it could only assume that this was an inverse of the line it had drawn a moment ago. An invitation much like the one Zinogre carved only moments ago. ‎

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‎ ㅤ Forward she charges, and up the Stygian rears. One paw winds itself like the piston of a train wheel, and when Zinogre's body wrenches down, the limb'd shatter the ground like fragmented rocks, let alone bones should it connect. ‎

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‎ ㅤ "𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦; '𝘚𝘵𝘺𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯' 𝘰𝘳 '𝘡𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦'." Magmatic eyes blink, almost as if unamused, given this is around the time it'd like to sleep. "𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘦, ‎

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‎ ㅤ Watching her come closer little by little, Zinogre's growl is absent, even as she moves to sit down again. Rather, the Stygian slowly raises one of its limbs once she places herself down again a distance away, hiking the rest of its body into standing. ‎

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'' 𝘉𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘔𝘌, 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙍. '' 《No minors | N/SFW | Detailed RPer》

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──ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺💮༻ੈ⏱‧₊˚── 💮丂𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 丂𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞💮 ˗ˏˋ ꒰⏱꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⏱𝔽𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫⏱ 💮丂𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 丂𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞💮 ──ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺💮༻ੈ⏱‧₊˚── ♡ + ↻

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ㅤ❖ i have three groups lined up to hunt dawg. it's over for me y'all ain't bout to see me.

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ㅤ❖ i, on the other hand, will absolutely vanish

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‎ ㅤ When the Captain sits, the Stygian's head finally lowers to a posture of rest, shoulders and neck sloping down while the head flattens out. Its eyes never close, though, still staring aside at him... ㅤ "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘸?" ‎

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‎ ㅤ Finally given an opportunity to express understanding, when Ashley points up, the eyes no longer follow the finger itself; the head tilts to look up, slit pupils gazing into the stretching blue. From up above, beyond... From the dot in the sky, Zinogre wonders? ‎

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‎ ㅤ Up the head whips to follow the leap, a shout memorized as a sound that preceded that burst of mobility. Down the sword swings at breakneck, and in counter, the Zinogre's follow-up launches into action! One paw on the ground, the canine body wrenches itself forward and counter, ‎

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‎ ㅤ Lots of noise... Humans have a tendency to shout things at one another in their hunts. Again, it's uncanny to Zinogre that it feels as though the words are recognizable, though it has no way to truly respond. In truth, this was less a nicety as much as it was curiosity. The Stygian was fed; ‎

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‎ ㅤ Entering her vision is a beast in excess of her own size in every dimension, claws treading through the wild dirt with red-glowing lines up chitin-plated arms. Its head is angled forward and low when it stops, the maw twitching in anticipation. ㅤ Such a large blade - perfect for a Hunter, ‎

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‎ ㅤ ... honestly, if wolves were dinosaurs, Zinogres and Odogarons are probably the closest you'll get to a representation. ㅤ Slowly, the Stygian lurks closer and closer, yet it shows no outward hostility beyond its cocky gait, head held high as it stares down. ‎

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‎ ㅤ " ... 𝘕𝘰." All these words simply flash images of other monsters in Zinogre's mind. Beasts with titles earned of the humans' fear, demonizing them... enabling them. "𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦." ‎

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‎ ㅤ An equal he stands, and as an equal will he be tested. The corners of the chitin-covered maw curl like a Hellish smile, and immediately, the Stygian rears up onto its hind legs like a beast trying to climb the air. In a moment's notice, the posture shifts; ‎

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‎ ㅤ The spider approaches, and faintly, the Stygian issues one more clarifying warning with a low growl that trembles the earth its claws rest on. Even with that fascination, the infatuation, Zinogre's noise was strong and deep, accompanied nicely with the distorted pops of lightning. ‎

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‎ ㅤ This rings alarm bells in the Stygian's head. A monster, but they've learned to speak like the humans that stick and break their ilk. Despite this, the tone, sound, and size of this stranger of a creature all tip the Zinogre off to a direct submission, ‎

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‎ ㅤ Staring at her hand, the beast barely moves as its glare flicks from the fingers to the face every so often. Rather, it continues to strafe - it'd likely take more to get physically close to something so high in the food chain, especially given her human appearance. ‎

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