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[eye-m-always-watching]

You weren't entirely sure why you were letting the little merpup pull you along to the oceanside, but then again there's really no harm in doing so. You're not particularly busy and making the water would cause some feathers to falls off without your assistance.

The further you get from the more populated areas of the island the more your form shifts.

Legs elongated and curls to large talons, walking becomes more like mild glides and hops. Your hair turns into more molting feathers, and your face protrudes into a skull like manner with horns coming from the top of your head. Your beak sharp yet somewhat flat.

Your large tail sways around from behind to scoop the pup up, and dropping the pup onto your back as you fall on all fours.

Racing towards the ocean until the cold waves crashes against your talons and breezes through your feathers.

A low croon of satisfaction rumbles in your chest.

Not everything is always what it seems on the island. As you make your way through the rubble of what was once a beautiful land full of life, joy, love, you can't help but remember what you had, what you held dear, what was stolen from you.

Damaged wings twitch with what you could only categorize as anger, your taloned hands flex with barely constrained urges. The animals that remained on your now pitiful, dying homeland avoid your eye. Hiding in burrows, caves, and shadows. It's all they can do when you're on the prowl.

Your singular eye bounces from shadow to shadow, there's still parts of you that's hoping, wanting, wishing that you'd be able to spot one of yours. Just one, that's all you need.

The longer you take, the angrier you get, your wing slam into a tree causing it to collapse in your wake. Your mouth tears open as a loud scream echoes through the lands of red skies, birds fleeing from the trees and beasts curling deeper into the shadows of darkness, only hoping to avoid your gaze.

It was smart of them, those that didn't flee often ended up with their blood decorating your talons and maw as your rage turns into hunger and a need to destroy and consume.

And as you stalk your next target, your next prey, you hear a quiet "bark" like sound. And you aren't even a little embarrassed by the way your heart, or whatever could be considered such a thing, as your head turns towards the sound. There was only one type of creature that could make such a sound, at least on your island.

Axolotls

Your wings raises, and though damaged, the singular flap raises you beyond the treeline where you could pinpoint the little ocean side dock. The mere sight made your chest ache but you know you heard the sound from that direction.

You know it like the back of your hand. Infact, you remember the first time you heard the sound.

[FLASHBACK START]

It was the heat of the summer, and some of your feathers were in annoying places that you couldn't reach and pull out as the molt off. Most of the time you just rub the area against walls or trees, but you are in the public of the residents of your islands so that is not a possibility right now. It wasn't the first time that you molted while there were residents about, coming in and out of your office for this or that or a secret third thing. Whatever that meant. However you felt like you were being run ragged and the feathers hanging on were getting annoying. Especially with the sweltering sun beaming down on you as if it personally wants you dead. You glare back at the sun, it was possible for you because you won't become blind if you do so. It was a glaring showdown before you hear a confused...bark? You turn your head before peering down at the child watching you. "Ah, [Pepito],"

[ @aquatic-anxiety ]

[eye-m-always-watching]

You have to admit, getting fussed at by somebody barely to your knee was a little funny. Your gaze now focused on the little mer before you. Your wings twitch as you hum with thought.

"Well, [Pito], you know how the sun can be harsh on your skin and you have to get into the shade, or better the water?" You ask, pausing to let the little pup nod in agreement.

"It's the same for me and my feathers, the sun makes me very hot."

Not everything is always what it seems on the island. As you make your way through the rubble of what was once a beautiful land full of life, joy, love, you can't help but remember what you had, what you held dear, what was stolen from you.

Damaged wings twitch with what you could only categorize as anger, your taloned hands flex with barely constrained urges. The animals that remained on your now pitiful, dying homeland avoid your eye. Hiding in burrows, caves, and shadows. It's all they can do when you're on the prowl.

Your singular eye bounces from shadow to shadow, there's still parts of you that's hoping, wanting, wishing that you'd be able to spot one of yours. Just one, that's all you need.

The longer you take, the angrier you get, your wing slam into a tree causing it to collapse in your wake. Your mouth tears open as a loud scream echoes through the lands of red skies, birds fleeing from the trees and beasts curling deeper into the shadows of darkness, only hoping to avoid your gaze.

It was smart of them, those that didn't flee often ended up with their blood decorating your talons and maw as your rage turns into hunger and a need to destroy and consume.

And as you stalk your next target, your next prey, you hear a quiet "bark" like sound. And you aren't even a little embarrassed by the way your heart, or whatever could be considered such a thing, as your head turns towards the sound. There was only one type of creature that could make such a sound, at least on your island.

Axolotls

Your wings raises, and though damaged, the singular flap raises you beyond the treeline where you could pinpoint the little ocean side dock. The mere sight made your chest ache but you know you heard the sound from that direction.

You know it like the back of your hand. Infact, you remember the first time you heard the sound.

[FLASHBACK START]

It was the heat of the summer, and some of your feathers were in annoying places that you couldn't reach and pull out as the molt off. Most of the time you just rub the area against walls or trees, but you are in the public of the residents of your islands so that is not a possibility right now. It wasn't the first time that you molted while there were residents about, coming in and out of your office for this or that or a secret third thing. Whatever that meant. However you felt like you were being run ragged and the feathers hanging on were getting annoying. Especially with the sweltering sun beaming down on you as if it personally wants you dead. You glare back at the sun, it was possible for you because you won't become blind if you do so. It was a glaring showdown before you hear a confused...bark? You turn your head before peering down at the child watching you. "Ah, [Pepito],"

[ @aquatic-anxiety ]

[eye-m-always-watching]

Not everything is always what it seems on the island. As you make your way through the rubble of what was once a beautiful land full of life, joy, love, you can't help but remember what you had, what you held dear, what was stolen from you.

Damaged wings twitch with what you could only categorize as anger, your taloned hands flex with barely constrained urges. The animals that remained on your now pitiful, dying homeland avoid your eye. Hiding in burrows, caves, and shadows. It's all they can do when you're on the prowl.

Your singular eye bounces from shadow to shadow, there's still parts of you that's hoping, wanting, wishing that you'd be able to spot one of yours. Just one, that's all you need.

The longer you take, the angrier you get, your wing slam into a tree causing it to collapse in your wake. Your mouth tears open as a loud scream echoes through the lands of red skies, birds fleeing from the trees and beasts curling deeper into the shadows of darkness, only hoping to avoid your gaze.

It was smart of them, those that didn't flee often ended up with their blood decorating your talons and maw as your rage turns into hunger and a need to destroy and consume.

And as you stalk your next target, your next prey, you hear a quiet "bark" like sound. And you aren't even a little embarrassed by the way your heart, or whatever could be considered such a thing, as your head turns towards the sound. There was only one type of creature that could make such a sound, at least on your island.

Axolotls

Your wings raises, and though damaged, the singular flap raises you beyond the treeline where you could pinpoint the little ocean side dock. The mere sight made your chest ache but you know you heard the sound from that direction.

You know it like the back of your hand. Infact, you remember the first time you heard the sound.

[FLASHBACK START]

It was the heat of the summer, and some of your feathers were in annoying places that you couldn't reach and pull out as the molt off. Most of the time you just rub the area against walls or trees, but you are in the public of the residents of your islands so that is not a possibility right now. It wasn't the first time that you molted while there were residents about, coming in and out of your office for this or that or a secret third thing. Whatever that meant. However you felt like you were being run ragged and the feathers hanging on were getting annoying. Especially with the sweltering sun beaming down on you as if it personally wants you dead. You glare back at the sun, it was possible for you because you won't become blind if you do so. It was a glaring showdown before you hear a confused...bark? You turn your head before peering down at the child watching you. "Ah, [Pepito],"

[ @aquatic-anxiety ]

[eye-m-always-watching]

You smile, jagged lines in what attempts to be comforting. “I know Soleil, I do too. But I'll do whatever it takes to find them. I'll do anything for you, your siblings, and this island.”

You gently strokes their cheek. “That will be my Christmas gift to you.”

When the red sun slowly sets in the west of the island, and the chill of the winter night occurs, it's time like these where memories of old settles on it's skin like a sleet of snow.

It closes it's eyes, a hollow emptiness on it's back and in it's chest. A memory of what it had, what it lost, and what it needed to avenge.

[Start of Flashback]

It was time for the Christmas event, and you have already gotten all the helpers to decorate and set up as you've done every year.

This batch of residents have been quite good this year, even if some were a little to rambunctious for their own good, but that was neither here nor there. One of the events for Christmas was how they would decorate their own living areas anyway!

You wanted to make sure that these kids, your kids, experience a good Christmas for once.

Too many times have you ended up... resetting the Islanders. Sinners. They should've kept their filthy hands to themselves.

Your red tipped wings stretches out from behind you as you soar down to the center of the island. A large gust of wind flourished through the air as you landed, the lights or music already ringing through your ears.

You smooth out ruffled feathers, and you can't help but noticed how... little you hear.

Yes the music was playing, there was the sounds of things occuring all the time, but... where were the children this was all for?

You shake your head, ignoring the mounting dread in your chest as you rationalize the situation. No, it's fine, it's early they're probably still at home. The residents aren't around either, or they're planning something fun with each other to do between events, surely!

. . .

Still, it'll be good to do a headcount, it'll settle your nerves.

. . .

There were at least three kids missing. Their parents too, where did they go?

Your feathers fluff up with increased tension, as worse and worse possibilities comes to mind. You can't help but pace through the island, searching, looking, worrying.

A sliver of yellow catches your eyes and you immediately look over.

There's a small sigh of relief that you couldn't help as you see them.

[Sunny]

You try to smooth ruffled feathers again as you make your way over to the little dragon on the bench, you can hear her parents somewhere in the distance.

They were accounted for, at least.

“[Sunny], how are you doing today?”

[ @thepoultryprincess ]

[eye-m-always-watching]

When the red sun slowly sets in the west of the island, and the chill of the winter night occurs, it's time like these where memories of old settles on it's skin like a sleet of snow.

It closes it's eyes, a hollow emptiness on it's back and in it's chest. A memory of what it had, what it lost, and what it needed to avenge.

[Start of Flashback]

It was time for the Christmas event, and you have already gotten all the helpers to decorate and set up as you've done every year.

This batch of residents have been quite good this year, even if some were a little to rambunctious for their own good, but that was neither here nor there. One of the events for Christmas was how they would decorate their own living areas anyway!

You wanted to make sure that these kids, your kids, experience a good Christmas for once.

Too many times have you ended up... resetting the Islanders. Sinners. They should've kept their filthy hands to themselves.

Your red tipped wings stretches out from behind you as you soar down to the center of the island. A large gust of wind flourished through the air as you landed, the lights or music already ringing through your ears.

You smooth out ruffled feathers, and you can't help but noticed how... little you hear.

Yes the music was playing, there was the sounds of things occuring all the time, but... where were the children this was all for?

You shake your head, ignoring the mounting dread in your chest as you rationalize the situation. No, it's fine, it's early they're probably still at home. The residents aren't around either, or they're planning something fun with each other to do between events, surely!

. . .

Still, it'll be good to do a headcount, it'll settle your nerves.

. . .

There were at least three kids missing. Their parents too, where did they go?

Your feathers fluff up with increased tension, as worse and worse possibilities comes to mind. You can't help but pace through the island, searching, looking, worrying.

A sliver of yellow catches your eyes and you immediately look over.

There's a small sigh of relief that you couldn't help as you see them.

[Sunny]

You try to smooth ruffled feathers again as you make your way over to the little dragon on the bench, you can hear her parents somewhere in the distance.

They were accounted for, at least.

“[Sunny], how are you doing today?”

[ @thepoultryprincess ]

[eye-m-always-watching]

The clock ticks on in a methodical way, clawed fingertips tap the desk with the sound, patient. Screens flicker in front of a figure cloaked in shadows, a timer ticking down behind it. A sharp tooth smile permanently marred on black, the only feature seen besides the wide open eye. Seeing all that needed to be seen, all that shouldn't be seen, and all that will be seen. A low hum leaves the figure as it's eye focuses on a particular screen, of an island just barely out of it's reach. It's fine, it's patient. Soon.

[eye-m-always-watching]

𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓒𝓐𝓝'𝓣 𝓦𝓐𝓚𝓔 𝓤𝓟, 𝓒𝓐𝓝 𝓨𝓞𝓤?

[Yaoiverse roleplay blog ran by @raphaels-zone] [Admin only knows English but will provide translations due to the nature of Purgatory, feel free to correct translations. All blogs associated can be found linked in this sheet.]

Things to be 〈 AWARE 〉 of about 『 The Watcher 』; (TBA)

⛓ Will respond to any pronouns, sometimes defaults to speaking in the Third Person

⛓ It is very serious and will not tend to joke with posts or interact unnecessarily with sinners.

⛓ The Watcher is all-seeing. The Watcher is watching. YOU are my enemy. Repent.

⛓ The Island of Purgatory used to be a Federation Experiment, It was Reset and Left to Rot. Due to this The Watcher does not hold much care for The Federation.

⛓ The Watcher is an unknown entity, it is not entirely machine but it is no more entirely flesh either.

GENERAL TAGS;

🃩 # Judgement calls ; I answer ; general posts

🃩 # Watching ; Waiting ; end of thread

🃩 # Incoming Calls ; asks

🃩 # Repentance ; Reflection ; Flashbacks

🃩 # eyes closed ; out of character / ooc

⛓ # Yaoiverse - Roleplay General Tag

⛓ # Straightverse - Angst/Heavy Rp Tag

⛓ # Yuriverse - NONCANON interactions

⛓ # Sexoverse - Suggestive Tag

SINNERS;

[CRAB];

#false prophet ; blind faith (Sneeg) ; @theholyfork

#once a sinner; always a sinner (Axozer) ; @yaxozer

# spared by Death ; punished in Life (Natalan) ; @deaths-obedient-servant

# dirty feathers ; tainted purity (Duxo) ; @lapaloma-dearriba

# poisoned waters ; rippling tides (Condi) ; @shapeshiftingdreams

# blinding lights ; greedy mouth (Jack) ; @radioactive-television

[AXOLOTL];

[CAPPYBARA];

[GOOSE];

# (Tiba) ; @hidden-maple-leaf

[PANDA];

# a fool's wish ; deceiving dreams (Ethan) ; @servermaid

# a wishful fool ; hiding truth (Mynthos) ; @jus-de-mynthos

# (Soring) ; @soaringchu

# (Kenny) ;

[SQUIRREL];

# blood covered hands ; shared guilt (Pac) ; @packedtazer

# fast to lift a shield ; faster to swing a blade (Jvnq) ;

# in sheep's clothing ; a devil's skin (Shubble) ; @shubblehood

[RACCOON];

# flames of desire ; a rose's thorns (Gauxinim) ; @voce-e-solteiro

[CROW];

OUTSIDE FORCES;

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Dearest Memories;

# shimmering rays ; summer nights (Sol) ; @thepoultryprincess

# ocean depths ; bioluminescence (Amani) ; @aquatic-anxiety

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