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Dylan hummed, pulled his knife out and got off, looking at the crimson to the hilt. He would need to wash that. He watched as the man scrambled up anf he snickered.

(starter based off the previous rb thread)

Mag’s new personal goal was to get better at saying no to people. Especially Dylan. Because he had said they shouldn’t go looking for Romny, and now Mag was on Finn, silently panicking as Dylan led them back to Valentine.

He begged to whatever entity was listening— except the devil, he could go fuck himself— that this excursion wouldn’t end in more trouble.

— @cowboy-corvidae

Dylan was happy as a clam. All he had to do was beg just a little and flash his one puppy dog eye and well, the deal was already made.

He patted Finns head as they went back into valentine. "So, what did the doc say again about this guy?"

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Dylan blinks at him. The man didn't seem disgusted. Not sympathetic. Just impassive. And maybe that's what Dylan needed.

"had a problem? Still have it..." je mumbled under his breath and shook his head to clear that thought currently.

"Of course I trust them!" His good eye widened. "I trust them more than ive ever trusted anyone! They're- they're my family now." He frowned.

"I-i just- well- I dunno. If they saw me like this i feel they'd be more disappointed in me. Ive gotten hurt MILLIONS of times just this week! They don't need this burden! I'm- i-"

"that damaged thing." -rp starter?

(could be RP starter if wanted!!)

It had been about week and a half since the Jaw incident. The devil hadn't spoken really since, and Dylan was all for that. He welcomed it completely.

What he didn't welcome, was half his jaw broken, and.... Well. Whatever was under the bandage wrapping. He had gone to the doctor's again mid-week and they told him little to nothing.

Just his jaw couldn't be fixed entirely. The right side was now cracked and turned a certain way, so it stuck out the left just slightly. It made eating difficult and he refused to eat now.

He felt gross when he did.

He felt gross when people saw him.

It was around 6 Pm, the sun just slowly setting, creating a nice ornage glow overhead. A nice atmosphere, for a different time. Dylan had been taking Finn out more and more, not wanting folks to see him. Even covered he hated it.

Finn was leading them toward a little stream, getting a drink from the hot sunny day. Dylan hopped off once close, running a hand through his hair. The days got hotter it felt.

He glanced at the stream; might as well get a drink himself, right? He clicked his tongue as he walked iver, grabbing a handful and drinking it. Not the best, but hey. Something.

he looked down at the water, looking at himself. Whole face bandaged for the weeks, he had mostly forgotten it was there. The wound was... probably kinda healed now... right?

He hesitated, and bit the left side of his cheek. Ah what the hell. Now or never.... never was actually preferable...

Dylan took a breath grabbed the bandage wrap, slowly undoing it. He opened his good eye back up and stared down.

Dylan had never truly been a self-conscious man. Maybe a few times when he was a toddler, but he was pretty sure he looked ok.

But now. He wasn't sure.

Dylan had a big jagged scar, starting from the very top above his right eyebrow then going all the way down to his collar bone. But it jagged down his jaw, stopping there too at the base, and it jagged to his lip, splitting it at the corner a bit to make a canine tooth peek out.

And the eye.

They eye itself was half closed, squinted against Dylans will. A cut over it. Not a small one neither, no, a big one that stretched across the eye. Dylan tried to move it, and it moved with him, when looking around, but it didn't close entirely or open any more.

He stared. And stared some more.

He felt tears prickle in his good eye and he looked away, feeling he might throw up. What had he done to himself.

(Crappy reference doodled scar and such)

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character analysis!

alright on the poll, character analysis on Dylan won, so- (technically tied with the scar one, which i plan to do next)

Is there anything specific you all want in there, explained, etc, or shall I just do my little blurb? Hopefully I can get help from my writing professor too so it can be better.

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Dylan followed him out of the woods. Mr. Hornet. He didn't need a last name, after all it was simular to how he introduced himself.

He stopped his humming at the question, hands tightening on the reins then slowly letting go. His shoulders slumped a bit. "....No..." he sighed and undid the bandage wrap that was falling anyway, revealing his damaged side.

"I-...look at me..."

"that damaged thing." -rp starter?

(could be RP starter if wanted!!)

It had been about week and a half since the Jaw incident. The devil hadn't spoken really since, and Dylan was all for that. He welcomed it completely.

What he didn't welcome, was half his jaw broken, and.... Well. Whatever was under the bandage wrapping. He had gone to the doctor's again mid-week and they told him little to nothing.

Just his jaw couldn't be fixed entirely. The right side was now cracked and turned a certain way, so it stuck out the left just slightly. It made eating difficult and he refused to eat now.

He felt gross when he did.

He felt gross when people saw him.

It was around 6 Pm, the sun just slowly setting, creating a nice ornage glow overhead. A nice atmosphere, for a different time. Dylan had been taking Finn out more and more, not wanting folks to see him. Even covered he hated it.

Finn was leading them toward a little stream, getting a drink from the hot sunny day. Dylan hopped off once close, running a hand through his hair. The days got hotter it felt.

He glanced at the stream; might as well get a drink himself, right? He clicked his tongue as he walked iver, grabbing a handful and drinking it. Not the best, but hey. Something.

he looked down at the water, looking at himself. Whole face bandaged for the weeks, he had mostly forgotten it was there. The wound was... probably kinda healed now... right?

He hesitated, and bit the left side of his cheek. Ah what the hell. Now or never.... never was actually preferable...

Dylan took a breath grabbed the bandage wrap, slowly undoing it. He opened his good eye back up and stared down.

Dylan had never truly been a self-conscious man. Maybe a few times when he was a toddler, but he was pretty sure he looked ok.

But now. He wasn't sure.

Dylan had a big jagged scar, starting from the very top above his right eyebrow then going all the way down to his collar bone. But it jagged down his jaw, stopping there too at the base, and it jagged to his lip, splitting it at the corner a bit to make a canine tooth peek out.

And the eye.

They eye itself was half closed, squinted against Dylans will. A cut over it. Not a small one neither, no, a big one that stretched across the eye. Dylan tried to move it, and it moved with him, when looking around, but it didn't close entirely or open any more.

He stared. And stared some more.

He felt tears prickle in his good eye and he looked away, feeling he might throw up. What had he done to himself.

(Crappy reference doodled scar and such)

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"maybe he needs a demonstration." Dylan huffed and turned the knife a little and SLAMMED it into the others shoulder, between the collar bone junction.

"Yes. Or. No."

(starter based off the previous rb thread)

Mag’s new personal goal was to get better at saying no to people. Especially Dylan. Because he had said they shouldn’t go looking for Romny, and now Mag was on Finn, silently panicking as Dylan led them back to Valentine.

He begged to whatever entity was listening— except the devil, he could go fuck himself— that this excursion wouldn’t end in more trouble.

— @cowboy-corvidae

Dylan was happy as a clam. All he had to do was beg just a little and flash his one puppy dog eye and well, the deal was already made.

He patted Finns head as they went back into valentine. "So, what did the doc say again about this guy?"

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Dylan smiled at rhe calf. Cute ittle thing with a curious look in his eyes. He looked back at Hornet.

he frowned a little. He... couldn't go back. Looking like this. The bandage wrap was horrible it would definitely show. But he put back on his smile and lied. "Sure thing. Thanks for lettin' me tag along. Mister-?"

"that damaged thing." -rp starter?

(could be RP starter if wanted!!)

It had been about week and a half since the Jaw incident. The devil hadn't spoken really since, and Dylan was all for that. He welcomed it completely.

What he didn't welcome, was half his jaw broken, and.... Well. Whatever was under the bandage wrapping. He had gone to the doctor's again mid-week and they told him little to nothing.

Just his jaw couldn't be fixed entirely. The right side was now cracked and turned a certain way, so it stuck out the left just slightly. It made eating difficult and he refused to eat now.

He felt gross when he did.

He felt gross when people saw him.

It was around 6 Pm, the sun just slowly setting, creating a nice ornage glow overhead. A nice atmosphere, for a different time. Dylan had been taking Finn out more and more, not wanting folks to see him. Even covered he hated it.

Finn was leading them toward a little stream, getting a drink from the hot sunny day. Dylan hopped off once close, running a hand through his hair. The days got hotter it felt.

He glanced at the stream; might as well get a drink himself, right? He clicked his tongue as he walked iver, grabbing a handful and drinking it. Not the best, but hey. Something.

he looked down at the water, looking at himself. Whole face bandaged for the weeks, he had mostly forgotten it was there. The wound was... probably kinda healed now... right?

He hesitated, and bit the left side of his cheek. Ah what the hell. Now or never.... never was actually preferable...

Dylan took a breath grabbed the bandage wrap, slowly undoing it. He opened his good eye back up and stared down.

Dylan had never truly been a self-conscious man. Maybe a few times when he was a toddler, but he was pretty sure he looked ok.

But now. He wasn't sure.

Dylan had a big jagged scar, starting from the very top above his right eyebrow then going all the way down to his collar bone. But it jagged down his jaw, stopping there too at the base, and it jagged to his lip, splitting it at the corner a bit to make a canine tooth peek out.

And the eye.

They eye itself was half closed, squinted against Dylans will. A cut over it. Not a small one neither, no, a big one that stretched across the eye. Dylan tried to move it, and it moved with him, when looking around, but it didn't close entirely or open any more.

He stared. And stared some more.

He felt tears prickle in his good eye and he looked away, feeling he might throw up. What had he done to himself.

(Crappy reference doodled scar and such)

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Finn Doherty

"Shut. Up."

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Dylan glanced at him anx nodded a bit. So then, yeah. He had a home, had a family. For the first time. He smiles at the thought, kicking his legs a little.

Dylan paused Finn himself, the horse giving a snort, his ears perked as he looked toward the animal.

"that damaged thing." -rp starter?

(could be RP starter if wanted!!)

It had been about week and a half since the Jaw incident. The devil hadn't spoken really since, and Dylan was all for that. He welcomed it completely.

What he didn't welcome, was half his jaw broken, and.... Well. Whatever was under the bandage wrapping. He had gone to the doctor's again mid-week and they told him little to nothing.

Just his jaw couldn't be fixed entirely. The right side was now cracked and turned a certain way, so it stuck out the left just slightly. It made eating difficult and he refused to eat now.

He felt gross when he did.

He felt gross when people saw him.

It was around 6 Pm, the sun just slowly setting, creating a nice ornage glow overhead. A nice atmosphere, for a different time. Dylan had been taking Finn out more and more, not wanting folks to see him. Even covered he hated it.

Finn was leading them toward a little stream, getting a drink from the hot sunny day. Dylan hopped off once close, running a hand through his hair. The days got hotter it felt.

He glanced at the stream; might as well get a drink himself, right? He clicked his tongue as he walked iver, grabbing a handful and drinking it. Not the best, but hey. Something.

he looked down at the water, looking at himself. Whole face bandaged for the weeks, he had mostly forgotten it was there. The wound was... probably kinda healed now... right?

He hesitated, and bit the left side of his cheek. Ah what the hell. Now or never.... never was actually preferable...

Dylan took a breath grabbed the bandage wrap, slowly undoing it. He opened his good eye back up and stared down.

Dylan had never truly been a self-conscious man. Maybe a few times when he was a toddler, but he was pretty sure he looked ok.

But now. He wasn't sure.

Dylan had a big jagged scar, starting from the very top above his right eyebrow then going all the way down to his collar bone. But it jagged down his jaw, stopping there too at the base, and it jagged to his lip, splitting it at the corner a bit to make a canine tooth peek out.

And the eye.

They eye itself was half closed, squinted against Dylans will. A cut over it. Not a small one neither, no, a big one that stretched across the eye. Dylan tried to move it, and it moved with him, when looking around, but it didn't close entirely or open any more.

He stared. And stared some more.

He felt tears prickle in his good eye and he looked away, feeling he might throw up. What had he done to himself.

(Crappy reference doodled scar and such)

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Spark watched him, curious. Blaster hummed and continued to look around.

Dylan was playing, still lost in the moment, not to loud because of the amp but with full force still and wasn't singing as loub. As he sang, it looked like a... ghostly kinda figure was back to back with him, playing along with her own guitar.

" Like a noose around your neck. Got a guilty conscience. We live and die in a vulture culture. We crucify anyone we hunger. Gemini and a broken brother. We live and die, my friend"

Where was he...? Where... gah, his head ACHED. Like someone took gallons of acid and just splashed that shit into the man's brain.

He hissed, slowly sitting up, rubbing a scarred hand over his face. He felt like he might throw up- and he turned his head and did so. Some black was mixed in with the bile. Yeesh.

The man shook his head, trying to clear it. Fucking hell.

He opened his green eyes, narrowed agaiant the heat and sun. He wasn't... where he had been before...

(Clothes inspiration!!)

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[Huron moved through and found ...someone, that's for damn sure, slumped against a rock, looking this way and that like he had been dumped and left for dead, he walked closer, seeing the inky pool next to him....oh geez]

"hey there, you alright?"

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(LOOK ST THAT FUCKIN COW WJFJFJDJXJX DAMNNN HE LOOKS COOL AND CUTE AS SHIT

trans person: im trans

society: ok

the magnificent african forest buffalo:

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Dylan nodded. "So. Unless you're feelin' lucky," he pressed ths knife with a bit more pressure agaisnt the man's pressure point. "I suggest you either leave, or you knock yer shit off."

(starter based off the previous rb thread)

Mag’s new personal goal was to get better at saying no to people. Especially Dylan. Because he had said they shouldn’t go looking for Romny, and now Mag was on Finn, silently panicking as Dylan led them back to Valentine.

He begged to whatever entity was listening— except the devil, he could go fuck himself— that this excursion wouldn’t end in more trouble.

— @cowboy-corvidae

Dylan was happy as a clam. All he had to do was beg just a little and flash his one puppy dog eye and well, the deal was already made.

He patted Finns head as they went back into valentine. "So, what did the doc say again about this guy?"

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"I have-" he blinked a few times. A year ago he would have no. But... now his home was wherever his family was, though mixed. "Some resemblance of a home. Not a house, but something close to it I think." He nodded at his own words.

it felt weird to say that... and how it got him thinking. Was the camp home? He wasn't formally part of the gang and nor did he truly want to be. But the people he loved most where there, other than Huron who just explored around.

"that damaged thing." -rp starter?

(could be RP starter if wanted!!)

It had been about week and a half since the Jaw incident. The devil hadn't spoken really since, and Dylan was all for that. He welcomed it completely.

What he didn't welcome, was half his jaw broken, and.... Well. Whatever was under the bandage wrapping. He had gone to the doctor's again mid-week and they told him little to nothing.

Just his jaw couldn't be fixed entirely. The right side was now cracked and turned a certain way, so it stuck out the left just slightly. It made eating difficult and he refused to eat now.

He felt gross when he did.

He felt gross when people saw him.

It was around 6 Pm, the sun just slowly setting, creating a nice ornage glow overhead. A nice atmosphere, for a different time. Dylan had been taking Finn out more and more, not wanting folks to see him. Even covered he hated it.

Finn was leading them toward a little stream, getting a drink from the hot sunny day. Dylan hopped off once close, running a hand through his hair. The days got hotter it felt.

He glanced at the stream; might as well get a drink himself, right? He clicked his tongue as he walked iver, grabbing a handful and drinking it. Not the best, but hey. Something.

he looked down at the water, looking at himself. Whole face bandaged for the weeks, he had mostly forgotten it was there. The wound was... probably kinda healed now... right?

He hesitated, and bit the left side of his cheek. Ah what the hell. Now or never.... never was actually preferable...

Dylan took a breath grabbed the bandage wrap, slowly undoing it. He opened his good eye back up and stared down.

Dylan had never truly been a self-conscious man. Maybe a few times when he was a toddler, but he was pretty sure he looked ok.

But now. He wasn't sure.

Dylan had a big jagged scar, starting from the very top above his right eyebrow then going all the way down to his collar bone. But it jagged down his jaw, stopping there too at the base, and it jagged to his lip, splitting it at the corner a bit to make a canine tooth peek out.

And the eye.

They eye itself was half closed, squinted against Dylans will. A cut over it. Not a small one neither, no, a big one that stretched across the eye. Dylan tried to move it, and it moved with him, when looking around, but it didn't close entirely or open any more.

He stared. And stared some more.

He felt tears prickle in his good eye and he looked away, feeling he might throw up. What had he done to himself.

(Crappy reference doodled scar and such)

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Anybody is free to interact!!

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"your mama is correct." He hummed and thought of a way to explain it, and... try not to make it seem tro horrific.

"You see, I was... well, am, pretty dumb." He rubbed his neck. "I made a deal with a man, a gang actually. Said they wanted my soul, if I lost. But I didn't believe in any of that stuff, so I agreed."

"I lost." He frowned, thinking of thr torture he got. Maybe he would just... leave most of thst part out. "I got hurt. Bad. And they took my soul. My um, what made me, me."

He clicked his tongue, tlaking with his hands now. "They told me I had to find a soul train to get it back. So, months passed until I found all of the people here. I got help and got my soul back.."

"But get this. The devil cheated. He sent more men after me, and they- they hurt me and my... my horse. Really bad." He looked away. "And they took my soul again. And now that it's gone, the devil haunts me. He lives inside my mind, he can cause harm." He gestured to his face.

"He tried to break me."

"You're Dylan?" Alejandro came close, he held a toy train in his hands and a small sombrero in his head.

"Why do you have an ouchie in your face?" he stepped closer to try to look at Dylan's new scsr, he tilted his entire body to the side and had to move quick to hold his sombrero before it fell from his head.

"It looks cool" he smiled and placed his train on the ground to clap a little, "I'm Alejandro, mister, you met my brother, Liam, yes yes?" was a little giddy to emet Dylan, it was a new face for him, somebody new to get to know and maybe befriend.

@boaz-appreciation

Dylan had been trying to- actually make food. Make that salmon he had one time. It had about a week and half without food and he hurt like a mother fuck, so he actually remembered. Abd he had his face unwrapped to let it breath a bit.

He jumped slightly at the voice, looking around before falling on the little one. Huh?.. oh! Javiers other kid. He shifted a bit before getting on one knee to be more face to face with Alejandro. He was... faintly surprised he didn't scare him off with his looks. He must have looked out of a horror book with half his face looking like it had been shredded, eye white and cut across too. But to even have it called cool? It made him feel slightly better.

"Um, hello." He put on a bit of a small lopsided smile; he wouldn't fuck this up like he had with Liam. Sure he may still have no soul, but dammit he would try. "You think it's cool? Heh... thanks bud, it uh, it's a complicated story."

"Alejandro? Now that is a sick name." He chuckled. "I got stuck with the one Dylan. Yeah I met Liam. Nice kid, just like you it seems."

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Dylan tried to remember the order. January, February, April, March- no wait- April then February?. He blinked..... no matter thst order, it was most likely a few months....

he nodded slowly, frowning. "If anybody asks to bet with you, on your soul or life or service, say no. Absolutely not. It's he-... it's horrible and scary."

"You're Dylan?" Alejandro came close, he held a toy train in his hands and a small sombrero in his head.

"Why do you have an ouchie in your face?" he stepped closer to try to look at Dylan's new scsr, he tilted his entire body to the side and had to move quick to hold his sombrero before it fell from his head.

"It looks cool" he smiled and placed his train on the ground to clap a little, "I'm Alejandro, mister, you met my brother, Liam, yes yes?" was a little giddy to emet Dylan, it was a new face for him, somebody new to get to know and maybe befriend.

@boaz-appreciation

Dylan had been trying to- actually make food. Make that salmon he had one time. It had about a week and half without food and he hurt like a mother fuck, so he actually remembered. Abd he had his face unwrapped to let it breath a bit.

He jumped slightly at the voice, looking around before falling on the little one. Huh?.. oh! Javiers other kid. He shifted a bit before getting on one knee to be more face to face with Alejandro. He was... faintly surprised he didn't scare him off with his looks. He must have looked out of a horror book with half his face looking like it had been shredded, eye white and cut across too. But to even have it called cool? It made him feel slightly better.

"Um, hello." He put on a bit of a small lopsided smile; he wouldn't fuck this up like he had with Liam. Sure he may still have no soul, but dammit he would try. "You think it's cool? Heh... thanks bud, it uh, it's a complicated story."

"Alejandro? Now that is a sick name." He chuckled. "I got stuck with the one Dylan. Yeah I met Liam. Nice kid, just like you it seems."

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Dylan pushed down harder, slowly drawing his pocket knife. His good eye narrowed and he smirked wider. "You terroizing the fine folks around here?" He ran the blade teasingly over the other man's jaw line.

(starter based off the previous rb thread)

Mag’s new personal goal was to get better at saying no to people. Especially Dylan. Because he had said they shouldn’t go looking for Romny, and now Mag was on Finn, silently panicking as Dylan led them back to Valentine.

He begged to whatever entity was listening— except the devil, he could go fuck himself— that this excursion wouldn’t end in more trouble.

— @cowboy-corvidae

Dylan was happy as a clam. All he had to do was beg just a little and flash his one puppy dog eye and well, the deal was already made.

He patted Finns head as they went back into valentine. "So, what did the doc say again about this guy?"

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"we're just to damn fuckin good!" He barked out, smiling. He went over to the man, putting a foot on his back. "You alive pallo? You romny?"

(starter based off the previous rb thread)

Mag’s new personal goal was to get better at saying no to people. Especially Dylan. Because he had said they shouldn’t go looking for Romny, and now Mag was on Finn, silently panicking as Dylan led them back to Valentine.

He begged to whatever entity was listening— except the devil, he could go fuck himself— that this excursion wouldn’t end in more trouble.

— @cowboy-corvidae

Dylan was happy as a clam. All he had to do was beg just a little and flash his one puppy dog eye and well, the deal was already made.

He patted Finns head as they went back into valentine. "So, what did the doc say again about this guy?"

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Dylan snickered as he then pushed his whole body weight onto the other man's dide to try and toppled him over. A mix of Mags calculated fighting and Dylans dirty tricks.

(starter based off the previous rb thread)

Mag’s new personal goal was to get better at saying no to people. Especially Dylan. Because he had said they shouldn’t go looking for Romny, and now Mag was on Finn, silently panicking as Dylan led them back to Valentine.

He begged to whatever entity was listening— except the devil, he could go fuck himself— that this excursion wouldn’t end in more trouble.

— @cowboy-corvidae

Dylan was happy as a clam. All he had to do was beg just a little and flash his one puppy dog eye and well, the deal was already made.

He patted Finns head as they went back into valentine. "So, what did the doc say again about this guy?"