#The Teeth Siblings

[nightmaremp]

Ahinmoth

Ahinmoth is one of the main villains in the Weremayhem au. Here is his backstory.

It was a cold night in the woods as skekAhin walked under trees with a dead weredeer in his hand. The skeksis had long black feathers covering his head. His dark orange beak shined in the moonlight. Red eyes that strike fear into anything that lives, skekAhin’s tail dragged on the ground as he walked. His second pair of arms hold his bow and arrow. Drool was running down his chin as he couldn’t wait to head back to the werehunters’ castle to eat some food that their slaves brought them. The black feather male’s clothes were made out of leaves and some fur from wereanimals that he and his hunters killed.

The skeksis walked up a bone like staircase to a castle that was made out of bones, rocks, mud. The sound of his claws on his feet and his tail hitting the bone staircase as he walked to the castle of werehunters. This place put fear into wereanimals, the fear of being killed by these old time hunters that are from the beginning of earth. When he reached the door which was made out of wood from an old tree, the black feather male knocked on the door. “It is the great skekAhin! I brought a dead weredeer for our feast tonight!” snarled skekAhin.

The door opens to reveal the hunter of truth, her white feathers that have few purple stripes at the end of each feather shine in the moonlight. Her clothes were like queens’ dresses in the old time, gold and purple covering the cloth as her jewelry grew like fireflies in the night. Pink eyes that are as pink as the tongue that sits in skekAhin’s mouth looking down at him. Two large tusks stuck out of her beak-like mouth which the tusks had rings around them. It was skekQie, skekAhin’s mate and the leader of the were hunters. “My mate, you have arrived!” skekQie said as she hugged her lover. “My mate, I brought food for our slaves to make into a wonderful feast!” skekAHin chirps happily as he shows the hunter of truth the dead weredeer.

The two walked into the castle with the dead weredeer. A chubby skeksis comes up to the two. It was skekYui, the cook of the hunters. He had short orange feathers that were bright and shiny, a big black parrot beak that could break a human skull in half was most of the orange feather male’s face. His brown eyes were like the bark off of trees. The clothes of the cook were dirty due to cooking food for the tribe of hunters. His second pair of arms were holding a bag filled with nuts. “skekAhin! I see that you brought a weredeer. Do you mind if I take this meal to the cooking den?” asked the chubby feather male before he chopped down onto a nut that his first pair of hands grabbed out of the bag that the second pair of hands were holding.

“Yes, you may” replied skekAhin as he hand skekYui the dead weredeer. “Thank you, great hunter, skekAhin” replied skekYui before he walked off with the meat.

“skekAhin, I have some good news for you, my mate” said skekQie as she led him to the hatching den where the skeksis keep their eggs to hatch. When they arrived, skekTri was in the den. She was holding something. “Nurse Tri, how is he?” asked the hunter of truth as she walked over to the small female. She was the biggest skeksis in the tribe while skekTri was the smallest skeksis due to her father being the smallest skeksis before he died. “Hunter of Truth, he is doing good” replied skekTri as her light brown feathers rose up due to not being ready to see the hunter of truth and the great hunter in the hatching den, her feather soon going down. “Hand him to me” replied skekQie as she opened her hands out to hold the hatchling. The white feather skeksis turns to her mate with a smile on her beak.

“skekAhin, meet your son.” she said as she handed her black feather mate their kid. The great hunter held his son, his boy was the first albino skeksis in history. The hunter of truth wasn’t a albino skeksis, she was the species of skeksis that have white feathers to blend in snow and have purple stripes on the end to get mates attention. The new hatchling opened his eyes which were blood red, his beak was a pale yellow. “What should you name him, great hunter?” asked skekTri. “His name is skekRey” replied the black feather skeksis with a smile on his face. “A beautiful name for our son” replied skekQie.

As the feast started, skekAhin was feasting on some alligator ribs as skekQie and his son, skekRey were both sharing some of the weredeer meat that the black feather skeksis brought to the castle. His mind was thinking of a good animal for the ritual of his son being welcome in the tribe of hunters. “A deer should do” he said to himself as a slave brought him another piece of alligator ribs. Slaves are podlings that have been abused by the skeksis and used to run the castle’s systems. They have pale white skin like snow during the winter, gray eyes that shine in the light like silver bullets to kill wereanimals. Their clothes are ripped and covered in dirt, no hair covering their heads as their hair has fallen out due to the skeksis’ stressful nature to them.

When the feast ended, skekAhin and his mate had set skekRey to his nest that sits next to their nest. The hunter of truth covers the albino skeksis chick with a fur blanket from a werebear. The chick happily chirped before going to sleep in his nest. The black feather male laid next to his large female male and wrapped his first pair of arms, skekQie let out a chirp as she rubbed her beak on his forehead. The great hunter smiles as the full moon shone down through the holes of the castle’s wall and on their feathers.

The next morning, the air was nice and thick. That was normal for New Orleans which the skeksis have got used to. The black feather skeksis got up before skekQie did. The great hunter got up and walked out of his and his mate’s den. There was a skeksis with dark green feathers outside his den, holding the hunter’s clothes of fur. It was skekXe, the clothes marker for the tribe. His long dark green feathers cover most of his eyes and beak, he was missing his left arm on his second pair of arms. It was caused by a skeksis trying to take over the tribe years ago, that skeksis was dead now and hanging on the wall of the castle. The dark green feather male’s clothes were fur from a werewolf which are common but recently their species in the area went down. Same with normal wolves and dogs around New Orleans. His clothes also have flowers that he replaces everyday or week. Yellow eyes look into skekAhin’s red eyes, his eyes are like the sun in the sky.

“Here are your ritual hunting clothes, great hunter” said skekXe in a horsey, dusty tone. “Thank you, skekXe” he replied as he took the clothes from the clothes marker. The black feather skeksis put on the clothes. It was a huge fur like cape that was made from the fur of a werecheshirecat which are one of the rarest species in the wereanimals list. The fur was a nice ginger base fur color with brown stripes. He placed the skull of the feline on his head which made him look creepy and fearful. The black feather skeksis puts the spear that the outfit comes with in his second pair of hands. He was ready for the hunt tonight with his son.

As the day went on, skekAhin was teaching his son, skekRey how to throw spears, shoot arrows, and how to use knives that are made from bones, rocks, and wood. The albino skeksis was doing great which put a smile on his father’s face. They continue to practice and have great father and son moments.

The sun started to set when skekQie went out and told her mate that it was time for the ritual hunt. The great hunter put a fur coat over his son that was made from a rabbit which fits well.

They both head out to the woods, far away from their bone made castle. The albino feather male holds onto his father’s hand as they walk. It was as dark as the pits in the ritual room of the castle when night came. The two walk until skekAhin pulls skekRey down to the grass and mud.

His father had spotted some young wereanimals, there were six. One was a weretiger, it had a green fur base color with bright orange stripes covering it. A big pink nose sat on its small face. Short ginger hair covered its head and had too fluffy brown eyebrows, yellow eyes staring at two other wereanimals playing.

One was odd looking, its fur didn’t look like fur but looked like seaweed from the sea. It has two small tusks sticking out of its mouth. It had fins that were covered in brown, white, and black spots. Same with its body having most of those spots covering its small body. It looks like it could be a wereorca but they don’t have spots. A pink little nose was sitting on its small face. A small brown hat sat on its head or was part of its face. Two gold eyes were blinking down at the other wereanimal.

The other was a feline fer sure but what kind is the question for skekAhin. The small feline had green fur with orange stripes like the first one and ginger hair, no brown fluffy eyebrows. A big orange nose sits on its face as it playful bites the seaweed cover one. Two saber-like fangs hang out of its mouth, it was like those of a smilodon. Yellow eyes that look like gold. There were three other wereanimals babies that were watching the two play.

The first one of the three had brown hair and fluffy brown eyebrows, a big orange nose sat on its face as well. It had brown spots covering its green fur, a short tail sat on the ground. Two saber fangs sticking out of its mouth. It must be a weresmilodon cub. The next one had long brown hair like the other one, a big pink nose as well. It was a werebobcat with some stripes and spots that were orange, covering its green fur. It huffs as it lays down on the dirt. The last one was smaller than the others, must be a runt. It has brown and ginger mixed hair that sits on the ground. Brown stripes cover its green fur coat. It yawns which reveals the feline species it is to the hunters.

It was a werecheshirecat kitten!

This is the first time that skekAhin or any hunters have seen a kitten of a werecheshirecat. It was perfect for skekRey to kill, it would make him the next great hunter of their tribe. “Son” said the black feather male as he looked over to his albino feather male. He leaned in and pointed to the prize kill. “Throw your spear at that kitten” said the great hunter. The little chick slowly pulls out his spear and gets ready to throw it. Then skekRey threw it but it cut some flesh off of its hind leg. It was a mistake, he missed the prize kill.

The kitten cries out as the others come to its cries. The great hunter looked over at his son in shock and disappointment. Before skekAhin could snap at his son, the ground suddenly shook. The trees shook as whatever was making them shake was getting closer. Birds quickly fly out of the trees and fly far away from the source of the shaking. Then it reveals itself.

It was a oversized weresmilodon.

It had brown spots covering its lime green fur. Brown hair that moves in the wind and fluffy brown eyebrows on its face, a big orange nose that sniffs the air. It picks up the scent of its hurt kitten. It was bigger than an elephant! The hunch shoulders and back of the smilodon touch the top branches of the tree. The gold yellow eyes look at the small group of kittens. It lends down and sniffs at the hurt one. Then it smelled the spear that was sticking out of the ground with the kitten’s blood.

It growls as it looks up and over to where the two hunters were at. It suddenly ran over to the area and attacked skekAhin at full force. The black feather male quickly grabbed his knife and stabbed the beast in its shoulder as he was in the jaws of the smilodon. “Run! Run, my son!” yelled the great hunter as he felt his ribs being crushed. The albino skeksis chick quickly ran far away from the danger that got his father.

The weresmilodon throw skekAhin against a tree which caused the old skeksis’ leg to break. The black feather male quickly jumps on its back and starts stabbing it with its spear, suddenly he got hit with a body of somethings. It was the mate of the beast and the mother of the babies, A werecheshirecat. The green fur was covered in orange stripes, it had some scars on its shoulder and back. Long curly ginger hair blows in the wind as the beast chop down on the skeksis’ neck.

The great hunter screamed in pain as the feline ripped off his arm and while the smilodon ripped off his tail. The black feather stabbed the spear into the arm of the female mate which caused it to scream in pain. Suddenly skekAhin felt his neck snap and everything went black when the male smashed a rock over his head with so much force that the skull stabbed through his brain.

His body went limp and cold, blood ran down his black feathers. His eyeball dropped to the ground and got covered in mud and blood. The moonlight makes the skeksis’ blood shine in the light like a ruby.

The great hunter was dead…Killed…By what the hunter was hunting.

The felines and the little ones move away from the death scene as they carry their young to a safer area to get its wounds fixed.

Hours passed before the other hunters from the tribe found their great hunter’s body. His son made it and told them that his father was in a battle with a wereanimal. The group quickly got to their hunter leader’s battle but it was too late. They all look in horror and sadness, some in rage as they see their great hunter’s body covered in blood, bone pieces, ripped limps over the place. “What should we do?” asked skekUio, the spear hunter as she picked up skekAhin’s leg. “A ritual to honor his death” replied skekYai as he picked up the black feather male’s corpse.

They took his body back to the castle and to the ritual room. “My mate!” cry skekQie in tears as she hugged her mate’s dead body, not caring about her clothes getting blood on them. The white feather skeksis held her son as they took the body to the pit that was in the room. The two hunters throw skekAhin’s lifeless body into the pit of fire.

All the skeksis let out sad roars like crows with dead crows to give honor to the great hunter’s death. They all give speeches about the fallen skeksis before leaving for their nest. All but skekQie, she couldn’t go to sleep or bed due to her sadness.

The white feather skeksis pulled off her necklace that was under her clothes, it was the necklace that held blood from the first ever skeksis hunter. Some say he was from the deepest pits of Hell, others say he was a monster from the deep Earth. The black blood of the skeksis moves as skekQie holds it in her old hands. The gold glows in the moonlight.

“Oh great skeksis, skekXir! Please bring back skekAhin! My mate! The great hunter! Make him alive!” she shouts in tears as she drops the necklace and blood into the pit of fire. Her tears drop down to the pit as well before she leaves the ritual room.

In the pit, the blood of skekXir broke through the glass and went into a bone of skekAhin. The flames of the pit suddenly went huge and turned black. Bones from dead wereanimals and the great hunter’s bones start to form into one big skeleton with black fur, feathers, and quills. Big red eyeballs appear on the body of the beast. The feline skull grew three red eyeballs, its saber-like fangs shining in the light of the full moon.

It let out a loud roar before disappearing through the window in the castle. It ran through the woods and stopped when finding a werebear that was eating some berries. Suddenly the beast went into the bear’s mind, it got into the mind of the bear and started controlling the bear. The werebear suddenly started hitting its head on some rocks before it died due to blood in the brain. The beast exited the mind and looked at the dead bear.

The beast laughed in happiness. It was happy to take control, to killed…again

Ahinmoth was borned.

[cabinette]

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[sesamenom]

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Like with the games thing!! He could easily make a game specifically for his little bro that no one can spoil the ending for since only Kuusuke would know what it is and he wears those mind blockers!! Then Saiki wouldn’t have to play those shitty games!!!!

[nightmaremp]

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