#Monster Hunter!Bloodhound

[streetdogsthecomic]

Suspicions

A dialogue that might show up in the actual comic! Thought it was funny to draw it out and test how it'd look like 🧚‍♀️

Jade does not know about the Bloodhound League or the existence of Hunters and Monsters altogether, but she does know that something is fishy with Venatio Academy's scouting project

I wonder what that could be? 🤔

[thegoatsongs]

Quincey Harker has a cryptid father with a knife that has tasted the Vampire’s blood, a genius bloodhound of a mother, a genius occult loremaster grandfather, a rich boater uncle and his hi-tech-obsessed partner, and the soul of a hero cowboy.

He’s got the potential to be a legendary monster hunter.

[linkito]

👀 you know I HAVE to ask about that one incident now because nooooo he hurt Grian?? What happened??

Especially if there's sketches involved, because you two are apparently gods to be so good with both writing and art.

-🎀

pffffft hardly gods, ribbon anon, we're just very obsessed with our own au LOL<3

Now behold!! The Incident™!!! rambles and art below cut! (sorry it took so long :'3)

So somewhere down the line, though before any of the events of the mimic/Juni arc, Grian and Scar get attacked by a large group of hunters. It’s a coordinated effort, incredibly calculated.. 

They’ve prepared a thick, heavy net to throw over Grian that tangles into his wings if he tries to use them to escape. And though it takes multiple men to subdue Scar, they get him by stabbing him through the shoulder with a long pronged spear.

It locks in on the other side and makes it almost impossible to remove without worsening the wound or breaking the spear, and someone can keep holding onto the handle.

The hunters clearly want them both alive (for now). Their plan seems to be to sell them, or at least Grian (or at least Grian’s wings).

They can sort of force Scar to move by threatening to jostle the spear, and they tie his hands, too, so he can struggle all he wants, but all he can do is walk while he just continues to bleed. Grian is practically dragged along, twisted and tangled into the coarse net. They’re both scared out of their minds.

Eventually they arrive at a village of sorts, like an outpost for bounty hunters. The humans discuss keeping the vex for sparring purposes (more like target practice), and how they should go about turning a profit with the avian— whether they should sell him as a whole or in parts. One particular hunter removes the net from over Grian and steps his boot down onto one of his wings, knife in hand like he’s going to slice off a few feathers or even a whole damn chunk.

Now, Scar’s gone vex-brained before, but seeing this unfold before him? This time it’s different.

His eyes glow and his hair turns entirely white. Claws and fangs emerge and he sees nothing but pure rage.

With newfound strength, Scar easily breaks through the ropes, but he’s still got that wretched spear. It doesn’t matter to him in the slightest though. He lashes out, slashing and attacking wildly, blood spilling every which way.

Worried he needs to aid with controlling the vex, the hunter with the knife hesitates. And Grian takes that moment that he feels the weight of his boot shift to use his other wing to slam into the man’s body and knock him onto the ground. It’s his mistake for underestimating Grian.

Together, the two of them manage to scramble to flee, but there are hunters on their trail, both humans and bloodhound creatures. And Scar is still entirely feral. He’s not himself at all. He’s not seeing things right, it’s just rage and instinct and blood.

He tears through men and monsters alike, not even bothering to draw his sword. It’s all teeth and claws.

Grian thinks he ought to be afraid, but in spite of everything, Scar’s instinct to protect is just as strong, and his claws weave masterfully around Grian, only striking down their foes.

In the midst of the chaos, however, Grian notices something. While in whatever arcane form this may be, Scar is rapidly healing all his wounds. Blue wisps of magic weave his skin back together as it breaks, although it leaves behind awful, ragged scarring. (How interesting...)

But the spear is still there.

Scar can’t heal while that thing still pierces through him.

And that’s a serious wound. Scar may legitimately die from it if he comes out of this haze without dealing with it. And something tells Grian that Scar doesn’t have enough reason right now to realize that himself.

So as soon as he has a chance, Grian grabs the spear, and with great difficulty, manages to snap it so that it might be pulled out. 

But Scar doesn’t understand what’s happening to him. All he registers is pain and that someone else caused it. 

There’s confusion.

There’s lashing out. 

Grian can maybe manage to dodge out of the way, but he still has to remove the spear, and in the end, in order for Grian to succeed, Scar also lands a wild slash directly onto Grian’s wings. 

The spear gets yanked out, but now Grian is bleeding and in a nightmarish world of pain and Scar’s onslaught is far from over. He pounces onto Grian, pinning that injured wing onto the hard ground underneath them both.

Scar is confused and betrayed and hurting and no longer has any sense over his actions.

And Grian is terrified. Terrified out of his mind, but also—

It’s Scar.

And Grian’s wings have been nothing but a beacon, nothing but a source of danger to them both. And if Scar decides it’s better if they’re gone? ...maybe Grian would let him. 

And as blood trickles between his feathers, he thinks maybe it would be better after all.

So Grian goes limp beneath him, entirely giving in.

“Scar...” he mutters, and maybe it’s a plea. Maybe it’s a surrender.

Scar’s pointed ears twitch. He hears Grian call his name, clear as day, amidst the haze and adrenaline and fear. And Scar needs to protect him. He has to keep fighting. Grian is scared.

He’s scared.

He’s scared of—

“...oh god.” Scar’s voice comes out hoarse, eyes flickering weakly back to their normal green hue.

He sees his hands hovering near Grian’s throat, claws outstretched, and his hands are drenched in blood and he doesn’t know whose it is. Scar stumbles back, horrified. He thinks he’s going to be sick. Everything rapidly returns to normal and suddenly he feels so weak, absolutely drained, his hands are trembling now and—

They both hear shouting in the distance.

Unfortunately, there is no time to come to terms with any of this at all.

They have no choice but to keep running.

...

Now Scar already does everything he can not to touch Grian’s wings. Grian has so much trauma surrounding his wings already, and now? Now Scar feels no better than any of the other monsters after Grian’s feathers. He doesn’t deserve the right. He failed and he hurt Grian, and Grian can barely even bring himself to treat the wound because part of him truly believes he ought to leave them tarnished and broken. 

And later, when Grian inadvertently flinches at Scar’s touch? Scar vows to himself to never use that savage state ever again. 

[flickersprout]

hello would you be willing to say your million opinions about the mystery twins?

WHY YES

I am unwell about these people thank you so much for asking /gen (long post incoming)

I'm a little more familiar with Cellbit's character than Bagi's, so probably have more headcanons about him. I am actively trying to get more unhinged about Bagi because she is so cool and everyone should tell me their Bagi headcanons

Bagi headcanons/opinions:

She should be transfem. as a treat. her being transfem lets me make the twins identical, and anything that makes it more obvious how related they are makes them funnier

Her being transfem also adds fun layers to her relationship with Tina, as Tina is a demon pretending to be human. All I'm saying is you could do some fun parallels and contrasts about presentation and the self

Also if you make her and Jaiden and Baghera all transfem, you get the fun fed-sisters-plus transfem solidarity that exists only in my head

She can only barely cook. She never learned as a kid and then got fucking frozen, and she's tried to learn as an adult but it's not going well

When she thinks about raising Empanada, she gets kinda caught between wanting to pass on the pacifist, live-and-let-live mentality that she pretends to have and the more defensive/aggressive ideas she actually has. She does like the idea of pacifism and doesn't want Empanada to grow up bitter, but... peace isn't what's kept her safe and alive

Empanada's first death resolved a lot of those conflicts. A kinder world isn't coming, so she has to raise a fighter

Her "pretending to be an ethical vegetarian" thing is hilarious to me. girl you aren't pretending to be a vegetarian you just are one. you can lie about your reasons but girl. you don't eat meat

Cellbit headcanons/opinions:

He can't cook even a little bit. Federation pet -> child soldier -> jail-> struggling adult? yeah he never fucking learned to cook

Relatedly I think he's a picky eater but has weird tastes. Like i think he eats instant microwave/just add water foods raw and likes it because he learned to eat it like that at some point, but can't stand a lot of "real food" because he just never got used to it (this is partly based on me lsjkhd)

He owns a butterfly knife and he's good with it. He picked it up as a hobby after Fuga when he was in therapy because he needed something to fill his time and it was a socially acceptable way to carry a knife. He can do all kinds of tricks now

Just pre-purgatory (and probably still now tbh) sometimes the butterfly knife suddenly reminds him too much of a real knife or triggers some kind of intrusive thought that scares him. His reaction to this is to just let go of the knife midair. He's very lucky no one's gotten hurt yet

He 100% remembers more of his childhood with Bagi than he admits. He pretends he doesn't because even acknowledging that he was a child once undermines his image of himself as a monster (upsetting, unhealthy self-image, sure, but one that's kept him safe. monsters aren't afraid of anything. monsters can't be hurt. children, though?)

As much as I understand and will read about autistic!Cellbit headcanons, I don't agree (i am autistic, for the record). He's actually really good with social cues, like scary good, and obviously has really strong theory of mind. Like I get where people are coming from but we need to defend an allistic guy's right to just be a fucking freak (/lh /nm)

I want to call Cellbit and Baghera "hunters" instead of "chainsaw killers." again I get where people are coming from. it's funny and I'll use it. however hunters would go so hard. same genre as codebreakers and bloodhounds. do you see my vision

[the-six-that-thrive-if]

MONSTER MONTHLY: MARCH

Monster Monthly is where, for each chapter of release, information about a creature and or monster shall be revealed and talked about. As Well as what they represent within the story. This will be featured by Demon, F-24. For this issue, today we’ll be talking about the fearsome and dreaded Fire Demon Bloodhound!

Fire Demon Bloodhounds have existed since the age of gods and the creation of men. Bloodhounds, in a sense, are guard dogs and herders. Bloodhounds herd and chase the humans that have forsaken the gods and sent them to hell for eternity. Humans that attempt to escape Hell, Tartarus, and or the Underworld, have bloodhounds sent after them and dragged back for even further punishment.

Fire Demon Bloodhounds were all once human and turned into a hound for punishment and suffering. Forever stuck within the shape of an enormous wolf-like animal. Unlike the other monsters and creatures, they do not have the ability to shapeshift, and must instead borrow and change an already-formed human body to fit their needs. Most human bodies last only for a few hours before another body must be found. Due to a bloodhound’s abnormally high temperature, they constantly melt the flesh of the body they borrow and stick to their animal form.

Bloodhounds range from personality to being hot-headed or calm and collected. Though most are sadistic and loyal to their owners. As long as you treat them right, they are sure to listen.

Demon hounds act as wolves do, they operate in packs. Though there is no pack hierarchy, there are no alphas nor omegas. There are levels of respect, which are defined by the color of a bloodhound’s flames.

White & Black~ Highest Colors one can produce in flames

Blue ~ 2nd Highest

Red, Orange, & Yellow ~ 3rd Highest

Green, Pink, & Purple ~ Avg Flame Color

Grey ~ Weak Flame Color/Underdeveloped Flames

The higher the flame color and intensity, the more respect a bloodhound gains. Now let’s talk about owning BloodHound Tips!

DIET:

When owning and having a bloodhound, one must always remember they are carnivorous hunters. They eat meat only, fresh raw meat is always best. Due to their high heat, the meat is cooked within their stomachs and makes digestion easier.

EXERCISE:

Daily walks and chases. They are canines and require a lot of exercise to keep their body temperature low. The more stressed, hungry, and annoyed a bloodhound is, the hotter the surrounding temperatures become and could cause an uncontrollable fire. Until the hound gets what it needs.

BUILD:

Bloodhounds in natural form are quite big. Ranging from 6ft tall on all fours and with a length of 6ft. They take up a lot of space and are the size of most large cars and require a big space. If you don’t have space for a large wolf in your home, then the next option is to get a human body. Yes, it can be inhumane, but the fresher the body, the better. Allow your bloodhound to pick and mold to their liking. After a few minutes, their new body is ready. Make sure that there are no others around, for humans, it can be quite painful.

AND FACTS WITH OUR GUEST

Fact One:

F-24: Feline Type Monsters/Creatures are Bloodhounds’ mortal enemies. Some say it has to do with the ties both bloodhounds have with Tartarus and the god, Hades. Bloodhounds are also believed to have to share the blood of the Guard Dog Cerberus. While felines align with punishing evil and demons and come from the Egyptian Mythos. Bloodhounds are inherently evil. Felines are inherently good.

Fact Two:

F-24: The ability to take another human's body was seen as a gift and curse. That even though bloodhounds broke divine rules, they could still experience life. Though since earliest times, bloodhounds have used this ability to lure and trap humans. To grow their population since the age of gods has fallen.

WELP! That is all for the Monster Monthly Issue! Make sure to sign on for Next Month as we discuss Angel Harpies!

ISSUED BY H.E.A.V.E.N FACILITY, DISTRICT 48

[torao-chan]

I'm actually extremely fascinated by Fogfall bc it could have possible ties to the Wild Hunt, which was an omen for disaster— which MC was a victim of [The Soulless, bandages unraveling].

I wonder if Fogfall operates like the Wild Hunt in that those who witness it will face misfortune of some sort.

it does seem to have ties to the wild hunt [at least at first glance] in my mind too, but i haven't thought too deeply about fogfall itself yet. i think it plays a significant role in all the routes, tbh- it's the most mystical thing we encounter first; before the soulless, before the curse- first and foremost, we encounter the fogfall. it's notably why the world is the way it is. i think it's the origin of many things (the soulless, the monsters, the magic in the world)- but, to be fair, we haven't got a good idea of what the world was like before the fogfall as far as i know at the moment.

I've seen theories about leander and fogfall, and it could tie into the fact that leander has named his gang the bloodhounds (well known for being hunting dogs, though i find it fascinating that bloodhounds are better known for being leash hounds than pack hounds- even going so far as to prefer hunting alone then together even while in a pack. but that's an entirely different matter.)

i think the fogfall will play a significant role in terms of origin on kuras' route. i think we'll get a clearer image of the world before fogfall through vere's route. potentially fogfall as a bigger image, large image pov, will be attained through ais' route, while we'll get a glimpse of smaller people pov through mhin, and a society images (kind of a middle sized image pov) through leander's route.

if the fogfall acts as a wild hunt, i wonder if it's a matter of apocalypse or limbo for the world. some versions of the wild hunt are heralded by angels (kuras?). are the souls of those caught turned into hunters, or are the soulless born of something else entirely? does mc have magic because they're a hunter, or because they were successfully hunted?

hmm. so many thoughts o3o

[muddshadow]

hi hi, you can just call me mud <3

any pronouns, mid-twenties. i like trees, bones, earl grey tea, fairytales and revenge plots, and creatures with sharp teeth. my dream career is transforming into a bird

i write fantasy, horror, and science fiction, usually revolving around some flavor of monster or haunting. dialogue and overly-flowered prose are my favorite

personal tags :  #mud writes , #mud draws , #muddshadow ; all writeblr reblogs under : #other writing

dragon hoard of wips below 👁

// STEADY PROJECTS //

THE INHERITED HAUNTING OF TRYSTAN SONG // Urban fantasy, gothic comedy, bloody legacies and a sideways prophecy. After quitting a doomsday cult, Trystan prefers to live simply, spit on responsibility, and run away from his numerous, self-inflicted problems – all except one. And the shadow haunting him intends to stay.

LAMENT OF THE BUTCHER // Dark fantasy, devouring worship, tragedy and changing fate. After dying in every way possible, Adelade returns home with the unexpected company of a kingdomless prince, a vengeful shadow, and a strange little girl. Home is a festered echo now, and the Felled God waits for her with an achingly familiar face.

the GODSPAWN trilogy // High fantasy, dark mystery, monstrous heroism. A world built on bones, breathing magic and nature that speaks, and the escalating riddle of a godling’s revenge. The land is shifting, waking ancient powers and old grudges, and it brings together Yulei the volatile half-sorcerer, Nara the many-faced outlaw, and Kon the defiantly lost soldier. As each struggle to prove themselves in all the wrong ways, a ghost decides it's time to live again.

the duology, BLOODHOUNDS and DANDELIONS // Science fiction, dieselpunk space opera, serrated healing. Rowan, Neve, and Meisha are three hopeful jerks with wounded hearts and vindictive thoughts, trying their golden best not to become villains as they endeavor across a war-torn country. But it’s hard to forget what creates you, especially when the past is catching up.

// SAPLING PROJECTS //

AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WATERFALL // High fantasy, psychological horror and healing, magicians and manifested emotion. Ysabelle successfully ended the Five Hundred Year War, but she’s ruptured the land and herself in the process. Louis wants to move on from his mother’s death, but the murderer is his only hope. And the Damp calls from down the river.

THE HUNGER ROT // Dark fantasy, romantic horror, immortal warriors who process grief poorly. After several hundred years of fighting side by side, the sudden death of her sister leaves Peony hollow. Hollow enough to help her longtime vampyric nemesis pursue revenge against her sire, even if Sashka keeps secrets.

TWICE DEAD SCAVENGERS // Gothic fantasy, chaotic mystery, the romance of a shared curse and corrupted legacy. A mostly-eaten god is imprisoned beneath the Finch mansion. Geneviere Finch is the prison's resentful warden, and now she must defend it against Uldri, a reaper of restless violence who brings sinister knowledge about her family.

WINGS LIKE WAR // Gothic fantasy, man-made horror, a sprawling city of monster hunters. Noxander loses a parent and then inherits a dark family secret, and Ira struggles not to become the same creature she hunts. From behind friendly faces, a shapeshifter guides their downfall.

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[arb0k]

elden ring fit as i head out to explore nokron...

bloodhound's fang was good to me but i retired it in favor of the magma wyrm's scalesword, which i adore. combos great with fire monk spells like flame grant me strength, plus it's very monster hunter (affectionate)

[bullshit-in-disguised]

Cybertronian Cade headcanons PT 2

Now that Cade’s a cybertronian, Optimus is secretly relieved that he doesn’t have to worry about Cade’s lifespan anymore. But is still protective of him due of how painful his transformation was on his body and he’s struggling to get used his new biology. He also made an executive order to make sure that no one outside of the Autobots and their N.E.S.T agents to never leak any information of Cade’s change from human to cybertronian if they did they would have a harsh punishment. Because if that information got exposed governments would use Cade as a scapegoat to make him seem as a monster or worse trying to experiment on him. Even through that would never happen due to N.E.S.T being reestablished and the government supporting the autobots again. If the events of DotM and AOE taught him anything is that the human governments an opportunity to advance their agenda even if it means sacrificing his loved ones. He’s not going to endanger his Sparkmate and family it’s not worth it.

The first time Cade transformed into his Beast Alt Mode. it was when he woke as in his cybertronian form in a facility having a panic attack thinking that he’s being experimented on. He pretty wreak havoc on the facility with his beast form overwhelmed by the new sensations and beastial instincts. The autobots had to step in restraint him while the others calls Optimus and Tessa to calm him down. It took a while to calm Cade down but thankfully they got through him. Tessa has to come to terms that her dad is no longer human anymore. As his beastial instincts are going to be a problem if he doesn’t control them properly, thankfully the dinobots are there to help him out to control those instincts.

For a time Cade had to stay in Diego Garcia to basically regulate his health and see if there’s any side effects of his post transformation. He hated it as he’s not allowed to get out until he’s in the clear. But for a time he became head medic and inventor for the autobots so he can support them, it’s honestly for the best that he still be able to help out the bots. He was also given a station where he can work on his inventions in peace but still needs to be called for meetings. He often complains it to Optimus also and all what the Prime could do is just tell his mate to be patient he will be discharged soon.

It takes a long while to get used to his new instincts as a cybertronian. But his most unusual skill is to find functioning technology that folks sees as junk and valuable artifacts. He can sniff it out like a bloodhound and find it. He’s incredibly resourceful to what do if they group has limited resources. Some hypothesized that this has something to do with the Matrix’s influence that granted him that ability but it’s unsure.

Cade definitely takes advantage of his instincts to use it on missions to recover tech for his inventions. He often tries to find cybertronian artifacts for OP to decipher and see if they have importance. He also brings Souvenirs for Izzy and squeeks cause dammit these kids deserves to have cool tech shit that he finds.

Despite being made of metal Cade still enjoys the beaches of Diego Garcia. Like the feeling of sand and water. Even through dealing with sea water and sand are a huge bitch to his systems but dammit he loves the feeling and it’s fun!!! It was makes him remember the times he had fun times with his first love Emily and his best friend Lucas who are unfortunately dead. He wants to keep their memory by enjoying a swim on the sea or watching the sunset when he’s in off duty.

Despite being a beastformer Cade actually equips his armor with weapons that his beast form can use. He can even carry a few men in his beast form by installing weapons on his back like cannons and shit. His mobility and size can be a great Asset on the battlefield by using the element of surprise and stuff.

His cybertronian name is definitely: Hunter-Who-Seeks-Value-In-Trash

(It’s a fun play in Cade’s last name that Yeager can be translated into hunter, but it’s also tied into his character to find the good in the hardships in life.)

[m-myrddin]

Laurence “The Hound” Everick

Roles: Member of The Council - Head of Investigation

(He/Him)

Patron Deities: Earth

When Laurence was first appointed to The Council, his title was very nearly “The Banshee.” This idea was scrapped in favour of the much more fitting title of “The Gods Bloodhound” or simply “The Hound.” A title that derives not only from the shape of his soul, but also from his strong sense of smell and tracking capabilities. Before joining The Council, Laurence was known within the Clan for being able to quickly find monsters while on The Hunt. When groups would head out to clear the area near the Clans home, they would often ask Laurence if he was available to come with them to make it easier, assuming that he himself was not already out on The Hunt. 

Because of his simple title, Laurence has garnered the reputation for being the weakest and least intimidating member of the Alzanar Clans Council. A reputation that does not at all reflect the true nature of things. However, it works in his favour. People do not expect for him to have the skill he has in a fight, nor do they expect to feel the chill of fear that runs down their spine during his pursuit of them. Laurence, like many of the rest of The Council, is relentless. It is a trait favoured by their Disciple, and reflected in her (and the Gods) selection. 

Likes: 

His own cooking (no one else agrees)

Keeping strange things in his pockets (once pulled out a live rat and handed it to the person he was talking to because he “didn’t want it there anymore.”)

Fashion

Swords

Dislikes:

Sparrow meat

Rats

Being alone

Physical Description:

6′1

Out of all of the members of The Council, Laurence is the most well groomed. He loves to dress nice, and can often be found in clothing that is as close to modern day High Fashion as it gets. It’s not uncommon to see Laurence utilizing things that would often be seen on field or herding dogs. One of his most beloved accessories is a necklace designed after the anti-wolf collar. 

Laurence himself is incredibly sharp looking. There is not an inch of him that is round or soft. Many people are a bit intimidated by the intense look in his eye that he carries around with him on the day to day. He keeps the stubble on his face just as well groomed as the rest of him, though his boyfriend, Damien, often complains about the scratch of it. 

Despite his strength and powerful build, Laurence has the appearance of a lanky man with little meat on his bones, a fact not helped by his habit of wearing clothes slightly too big for him that accentuates his height and the unusual length of his limbs.  

Laurence is one of the lower ranking members of The Council and doesn’t have as many piercings to boast as others. 

Right eyebrow piercing

Vertical labret

Septum

Lobe

Helix and mid helix 

Industrial 

Because of his lower ranking, Laurence may not wear large jewelry during traditional or formal occasions, despite his preference to do so. Instead, he wears smaller spikes, studs, and hoops in his piercings and makes up for their lack of flamboyancy by shining them until they are perfect and commissioning them to be made in bright colours. 

Laurence has a surprising lack of scars compared to many other Hunters. Many people wonder just how he managed to avoid the beatings that everyone else takes, which he attributes to dumb luck. The fact of the matter is, nearly every single one of his scars are located somewhere that makes it very easy for him to cover them up. 

Large claw marks in the center of his back

Precisely four stab wounds in a near perfect circle on his left shoulder

Another stab wound on his stomach 

A large skin graft on his right thigh, slightly paler than the rest of him

A burn mark in the perfect shape of a hand on his right side 

A slash starting from his left hip bone approximately 7 inches long

Fun fact: Despite the fact that Hunters spend a lot of time out on the road and cooking for themselves, Laurence is horrendous at it. Most people outright refuse to eat anything that he cooks for them out of fear of falling ill. However, Laurence believes himself to be a fantastic cook, and often prefers his own cooking over anything else. Those around him believe that he has simply eaten so much of his own cooking that his tastebuds have shriveled up and died. Some even joke that his cooking was so horrendous it gave him enough brain damage that it tricked itself into thinking it was good. Whatever the cause, Laurence eats every meal he cooks for himself like its the best thing he has ever tasted. 

Want to get a general feel of his vibe? Here are a couple songs from his playlist to get started:

Shut Eye - Stealing Sheep 

Way of the Triune God - Tyler Childers 

My Name is Bocephus - Hank William Jr. 

See the Light - Ghost

[shimmerbeasts]

Hounding

Violence in Zaun is a form of self-expression. This means that every Zaunite has their own style of fighting or certain actions or weapons, which they prefer doing or using. Some of those fighting styles can be very similar to one another, especially if one person mirrors the style of their mentor figure. However, one thing that is almost always the truth, is that a Zaunite fights themselves.

This is why Silco's preferred MO stands out so much among Zaunites. While he is an excellent duellist and more than capable of wielding a pistol or a knife (his preferred weapon) with great efficiency, the thing he is most known for is the fact that Silco lets others fight for himself. Specifically not other people, but other monsters. He hunts people, who have angered him a great deal, and his preferred method of hunting is called Hounding.

Hounding is a specific way of hunting with hunting dogs, specifically bloodhounds. In this hunt, the hunter sends the dogs upon the prey with the task of them, tackling it and bringing it down. Silco does the exact same thing, except he doesn't just do it to people, he does it with people. His Hounds are carefully selected members of his gang, who have undergone a gruelling and painful conditioning process.

This conditioning allows Silco to essentially turn on/off the Hound inside of them with nothing but a snap of his fingers and the words "Sicc 'em!" or "Drop!". The Hound mindset turns the respective individual into a lot more than a murderer. It mutes your fear response and your empathy and fills you with the crushing drive to pursue and violently eviscerate Silco's chosen target.

The violence, someone commits as a Hound, is primal, visceral and horrifying. In the end, the victim does not look like a human anymore. Very often, the Hounds will have made use of their bare teeth and rudimentary nails. Under Shimmer, those effects get enhanced to the point that the cannibalism, Zaunites sometimes perform on corpses, is now transferred over to the living victim. Hunts are rare, however, for a victim, these last few minutes of pursuit and being caught by Hounds are among the most terrifying a person can experience.

Coming out of the Hound state and in the case of the Shimmer wearing off, often means that the respective Hounds throw up what they gorged themselves on. Hounding puts a massive strain on the body, which means that a Hunt can leave someone exhausted and tired. For some, coming back can also induce feelings of guilt and fear at the beginning. It is why Hounds are rare. You hand over your free will along with your own violence, and for individualistic Zaunites, that is extremely difficult to do. It is the ultimate sign of trust and in some cases, can even be seen as a love confession.

Silco didn't develop Hounding on a whim. He designed it to be used against Piltover, to make something so scary that Topside had no choice but to back off and give them their independence. He took his existing culture of predation and played with the thought of making an Apex Predator. Vander and his own violence served as a massive inspiration for the idea to the point that Vander even became the first-ever Hound. It is the origin of Vander's moniker "Hound of the Underground", but their shared history, involving Hounding, is also what eventually drove Vander to betray Silco. However, that betrayal didn't remove the conditioning. It is permanent. If you were made a Hound, you could always be triggered into that mindset again, to the point that even the snapping of fingers is enough to prime you.

Additional Headcanon:

Different Types of Hounds

[streetdogsthecomic]

STREET DOGS - Character profiles #2

Buncha male characters I needed to make concept art for! Heres a lil info about each of em 👇

Nick (he/him) - Pyromancer Hunter - Son of a single and mechanic dad - Loves playing the guitar! Dreams of playing in a band someday

Jayce (he/him) - Sage Hunter - Has 2 pet cockatiels and a parrot - Very calm and nice, it's hard to have something against him

Ash (he/him) - Jade's friend, studies in her former school - Member of The Graveyard Kids band - Has an unrequited crush on Jade

Gabriel (he/him) - Cursed human, enslaved by a wizard - Does not remember anything about his past - Allergic to cats

Antônio Miguel AKA Miguel, Tony (he/him) - He's the one who rides the bus that picks up Hunters from Venatio Academy to bring them to the Bloodhound camp! - Has had a few Monster encounters in the past, hence the scars all over his body - Himbo on the low

Some of this info is still up to changes futurely, but thats the main ideas for now!

[mondlichtgames]

Meet Xen and Ida! Homecoming, a cute yuri visual novel made for Spooktober!

After finally getting enough sleep, I proudly present my Spooktober Visual Novel Jam entry! A short and sweet tale of romance, trust and mental-health.

The lovely ladies were drawn by the talented artist heartsoulstudios. They also made a Spooktober entry of their own, that you should definitely check out!

As a solo-developer, this was my first time teaming up with someone else and I am glad I did! I had so much fun making this game! It represents my growth as a developer, especially when it comes to cinematography.

I really hope it will touch the hearts of some of you! Please leave a review to let me know!

Story

The shy werewolf lady Ida of the Bloodhounds enjoys the quiet of her apartment and the cuddles of her outgoing human girlfriend, Xen Lovebird, a descendant from an ancient lineage of monster hunters.

The couple has never met each other's parents. Ida is forced to face her trauma when her girlfriend finally demands that they take the next step in their relationship and visit her werewolf parents.

[infection-zone]

Unnaturally erythristic as with most red devils, Bloodhounds gain their name from their red skin and their ability to track down down prey from scent trails alone. And obviously we named them after the dog breed. Their mouth and throat areas are often heavily damaged from their attempts to gore and tear prey to chunks before consumption or from trying to swallow the prey animal whole. No further testing of these monsters have been conducted, efforts of trying to train or domestic them have been floated around though. Maybe their scent can be used to help track down specific monster species and make things easier for hunters? - Jim

Text on image: Skin is loose on the underside of the mouth when closed. Even are bioluminescence, tend to glow shades of orange, yellow and red. Side of mouth are constantly being torn, stretched apart and repaired. Name comes from their great tracking ability and unnaturally red skin. Lots of jagged teeth. Monster is pretty big on all 4s

[skyartworkzzz]

I’m curious, what’s Street Dogs about?

It practically follows a "demon hunters" kinda trope! In this universe there are 3 species: the Humans, the Hunters and the Monsters The Monsters are basically demons who were created by Lucifer and the other demon lords; they eventually broke free from Hell once the Devil's power grew stronger and have been living among humanity since As for the Hunters, they are humans with angelic souls, who were created to fight off the Monsters once they broke free from Hell In order to fullfill such objective, the Hunters eventually created their own community called The Bloodhound League (which basically works like a supernatural specialized "police") and have since searched for AND trained more Hunters to exorcize troublesome Monsters back to Hell The story will follow the trajectory of the Hunter Danika, who had her abilities locked away for a long time and only discovered her true nature after entering the Venatio Academy, a school majorly administered by Hunters There she will not only deal with all the good ol dramas of teenagehood, but also figure out more about her classmates, her teachers, the Hunters and Monsters history and especially about herself while training to become a stronger Hunter inside the Bloodhound League I know its kinda the cliche story but Im rlly excited to show more of it to yall in the future! So tysm for asking bout it! <3

[definitelynotanacorn]

The story and editing are not done but I am. I cannot deal with this god forsaken thing anymore. It ain't that good but I wanted to post it anyways.

⚠️TW: Blood, injury, eating humans (that's probably it??)⚠️

O' Pale One

Henry ran as fast as his legs could handle. The bloodhounds stayed close behind in pursuit. The hunters knew about all the monsters they could get on Goat’s Peak. Plenty for bounties and food. Clearly they had figured he was some sort of common brown goat monster. Which, to be fair, was his technical scientific designation other than the whole part of being a reaper. You’d think they’d be able to tell by the fact his head is a skull with three eye sockets instead of two, being nine feet tall, and having four arms. The things that occur from being exposed to Stalal's magic do some fascinating things.

The hunters followed closely before Henry made a sharp turn to the path connecting Dragon’s Peak and Goat’s Peak. It wasn’t hard to tell they weren’t dragonborn-level hunters or even any sort of high class for that matter. They had low level weapons and didn’t use the same code words. Henry knew if they figured out where he was running to, they would probably scamper off. That is, if they’re smart.

His hooves hit the snow, crunching as he ran. The scenery changed from normal pine to splintered trees strewn across the cold landscape. In the distance the colossal wings of the great pale dragonborn beat as he hunted for something to eat. His scales shining in the sun. Henry was so close to safety but the hunters were still behind him shouting commands at each other.

The hunters began to split up and surround him. An attempt to corner him. Not the first time this tactic has been used on him but it was definitely a difficult one to get out of. Especially with the dogs. Henry crouched low and shifted down into his human form to make himself a smaller target. For a moment after the humans became hesitant yet merely thought it was some sort of trap to turn into one of them. He just needed them to focus their attention away from him for a moment so they would see the dragonborn in the sky.

Or maybe the dragonborn would see them first.

A mighty roar shook Henry. The hunters stopped in their tracks and the dogs whimpered, scampering away from the beast, and leaving their owners they had devoted their loyalty to. Now closer, the great pale one stared down with his black sclera and red pupils. That’s when the horror of realization struck the hunters. They stumbled as they tried to run from the building sized symbol of death. The dragon dove down from his place in the sky and his massive claws slammed into the snow in front of the fleeing people. Another deafening roar made Henry fall backwards to the ground as he stared up.

Then a booming voice spoke out in pure, unfiltered anger.

“Who dares enter my land? Identify yourselves now!” The thundering voice said.

The people all looked at each other in terror. Shivering from the cold and fear. Then one spoke out in a meek voice, “We are monster hunters from Silverkeep o’ pale one.”

Henry thought that the dragon couldn’t get any angrier than this but the growing flame of rage in his eyes would have burned the fallen wood around them if it was a physical thing. The dragonborn lunged at the men and women, pinning them down with his claws and roared once again, yet this time much louder and much closer.

“Silverkeep! A town of dread and manipulation!” He narrowed his eyes at the hunters and snarled, “Are you authorities or mere townspeople?”

“Authorities o’ pale one.” A young hunter wheezed out from under the blade like claws.

He growled at them, “All of you are weak and pathetic flesh bags undeserving of life.”

Henry slowly stood up as the shimmering creature shouted profanities at the group. Now was his chance to sneak away. He began to stride away, staying low and hiding behind the shattered pieces of wood. The shouting from the large reptile hurt his ears and made him more uneasy with every word.

Soon enough Henry started listening to what the dragon was saying once again, the voice said, “How dare you enter my lands and threaten my ally! He left your lands in hope of freedom and peace yet here you are bringing disruption to not only his life but to my land!”

Henry’s heart dropped as the hunter's faces went whiter than the dragon’s scales. Henry spun around and stared up at the dragon. Balling up his fists, he spun around, “Christopher. They are enforcers and will tell the higher ups about my location.” Henry spoke out angrily.

“To be fair they won’t be going anywhere, sweets.” Christopher’s mood suddenly changed like a light switch, with a smirk as he raised his head to look at Henry. Henry tilted his head while he looked into his eyes with a confused expression, “Oh please Henry. I haven’t tasted human in so long! Besides, I was already looking for a snack anyways.”

Henry looked up at Chris in terror as the jaws of the beast opened over the people. He backed away with a horror stricken face. Chris seemed to take notice.

“The fear in your eyes is only making me hungrier, sweets. Now, I wouldn’t suppose you would like to join them now, hm?” Chris said softly with a ravenous grin showing off his sword-like teeth and catching Henry off guard. Quickly, Henry turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut.

“No.” Henry said under his quivering breath.

“That's what I thought.” Chris growled.

Once again the jaws parted and the sounds of screams soon were muffled by the slick sounds of gulping. A chill went down Henry’s spine when Chris let out a satisfied purr. His mind was begging him to run but alas it wouldn’t be much of a use anyway. Guilt took a tight grip on his chest making it hard to breathe. This was a bad idea that had worse consequences than he had imagined.

The thuds of footsteps and the crunching of the snow snapped Henry out of his trance. He looked up to see Chris towering over him with a sadistic grin. Silently, he crossed his arms, turned away, and began to walk back towards goat’s peak. He couldn’t look at Chris, even when he called out to him.

More footsteps, faster this time, in his direction made him stop, “What do you want Chris?”

“Yeesh. Giving me the cold shoulder eh? Come on, this is only the third time I’ve done this.” Chris responded smugly.

“That’s three times too many! You’re giving them tips to my location just so you can eat them. You are using me as bait Chris!” Henry said angrily, “What if they actually catch me? What then? Are you going to let yourself put your old friend at risk for your own gluttonous greed?”

Christopher’s face lit up in shock for a moment then scrunching up in thought. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke, “Henry— I…” His eyes darted around trying to search for the right words, “Look I know you're upset but can’t you do this for me? After all, you do owe me it.”

“Owe you? What more do you want? I’ve given you everything I have! My money, my devotion, my loyalty, my respect, my shelter, my kindness, and now you want my dignity?” Henry snapped back, “I’m done with you. Go find another plaything.”

Henry turned away once again and made his way down the mountain, ignoring any sort of plea or halfwitted apologies from Chris. He put doubt in his choice to not forgive Chris for his actions but reminded himself that it would probably be better for his own mental state. It wasn’t out of the question they would make up again and everything would go back to normal but that doesn’t mean Christopher’s actions didn’t hurt.

That was a mistake.

Henry was sitting at his house working on a few papers. Without warning the ground shook, making him jump. If it weren’t for the screeches outside he would have thought it was just some sort of giant passing through. When he looked around the room he caught a glimpse of his side. A large gash spilled warm crimson blood.

It wouldn’t affect him negatively because the only way to kill a reaper is to damage their skeletal structure. Chris on the other hand was the exact opposite, he could be killed by blood loss but his skeleton would regenerate within a few seconds and become stronger if it were broken. That’s one of the reasons dragonborn bones were used to make powerful weapons.

There was no way he got this gash just out of the blue. Something had happened to Chris. He needed to act fast if he wanted to make sure Chris was safe.

He burst out of his home and ran towards the ear piercing sounds. As he got closer he could hear a woman shouting out commands all too familiar to Henry. There was no doubt that they were dragonborn class hunters. Sliding down a snowy hill, Henry started to see the group surrounding Chris. They managed to get the large reptile pinned down and the lead hunter raised her sword above his neck. The hunter caught a glance of him in the trees running towards the group and smirked. She swung down with full force to land the final blow before Henry could get over.

She wasn’t fast enough.

Henry slammed his fist into a nearby tree. The nightmare realm bloomed as the world faded to black and white. Flora and fauna faded away into dark dust. Chris was sprawled on the ground, whining in pain. When he realized he was in a safer place he shifted down into his humanoid form and sighed.

Slowly he closed his red eyes and brushed back his blond hair. His breathing was ragged, his white clothes stained with blood, and his normally upbeat and snarky personality was replaced by silence.

Looking up at Henry weakly when he crouched down beside him, Chris spoke, “Admit it sweets, you enjoy seeing me in pain huh?”

“No, not really. It makes me pity you even more than I already do.” Henry responded, “Forgive me for lashing out at you earlier. I should have kept my composure better.”

“Nah. Don’t sweat it. Not going to lie, I kind of deserved it.” Chris groaned out as he rolled over onto his back, “You’re bleeding Henry.”

Henry looked back down at the gash. It had pretty much healed since he last looked at it. Christopher’s wound on the other hand was still going strong. Henry grabbed a piece of his overcoat and tore it off. Carefully, he wrapped the cloth around the cut. Until they got to a medical center this would have to do.

The Crow family jumped when the door flew open. Their eyes were met with an injured Chris and an exhausted Henry. Peony was quick to grab Chris, dragging him into her office. Her daughter, Spirit, followed behind in a panic. Fae stayed behind and tried to get Henry to spill what had happened

Weeks went by and still Chris hadn’t fully recovered. Word had gotten around about the incident and people kept trying to pry the reaper about it. Eventually it led to Henry staying locked up in his library’s office. Even the shades and shines started to get worried since his siblings weren’t able to contact him either.

People slowly got more and more worried about Henry. News got out that Chris finally recovered yet it wasn’t able to reach Henry. Fae told Chris about the situation and he just sighed before leaving for the library.

When he arrives at the office door inside the massive building he knocks, “Hey sweets? Guess who’s alive for once!”

Without a moment of hesitation the door swings open to reveal the shorter man. His hair is messy, the bags under his eyes hint at an extreme lack of sleep, his body shook with exhaustion, and his eyes looked so somber that Chris smiled out of pity. Christopher wrapped his arms around him and held him close in an embrace. After a few seconds Henry gave in, doing the same.

A sharp inhale escaped the reaper and made Chris open his eyes out of curiosity. Henry’s body now quaked with repressed sobs. He could feel his chest moving quicker and unsteadily trying to keep them low. Carefully Chris raised a hand up to Henry’s head, gently petting it while he cooed quietly.

“Let’s go to my house, yeah?” The blond asked.

“Yeah. Okay.” Henry said softly in response.