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”You may fascinate a woman by giving her a piece of cheese.”
#ic#Infernum#one of my favorite quotes of all time so I’m stealing it bc infe would totally say this
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Everything was fascinating. From the very ground he walked to the mountain formations in the distance- it was all just so different from the fiery depths of Hell. For a while it would undoubtedly be overwhelming, but excitement to explore his new home swirled within the anxiety about being there. He just hoped that his lack of knowledge about this place wouldn’t affect his ability to please his Summoner too badly. As of now she seemed very kind—with features that would put the seraphim to shame—but he knew better than to trust so quickly.
That being said, he could detect no trace of any underlying irritation at this mishap if she held any, thankfully. Perhaps she was just good at tucking it away, but to hide discomfort from a Demon brewed in turmoil was a Herculean task. Her words were genuine.
In all honesty, most of the words she spoke he’d not the slightest idea of. Acorn knights and Moth Eclipses? She may as well have spoken gibberish- he listened with utmost interest regardless. These things would be learned in time, Infernum supposed, for he was only a fawn in this new world. Attention was only diverted for a few moments as his crimson gaze cast sideways to follow the flittering of a nearby firefly. Were those the stars that others had briefly mentioned?
His ears flicked at her apology- how strange for his Summoner to feel this way! “I’ve no qualms with this contact, for I am pledged to your service. You’ve a right to do whatever you like, and I shall submit to your will.” This was spoken so matter-of-factly. Having been taught that his feelings were beyond irrelevant when it came to the whims of his Summoner, this was only natural. A problematic mindset that would be broken down over time, perhaps. As for others, Infernum would not take so kindly to being touched, although it sounded as if he wouldn’t need to lift a finger to have an issue resolved should he report it to her, which he deeply appreciated. To what extent he was not yet aware of, though.
“‘Your strength is quite impressive. are all of your people of similar stature?”
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How odd it was that the ritual called not for the blood of lambs nor a living sacrifice of some sort, but instead the sigil had to be decorated with a couple jars of honey, roses, and white candles. This one specifically stood out from the others in the Summoner’s Tome for this reason, though this was also the only Demon that was labeled companion and guardian rather than something a bit more sinister or violent. A gentle disposition was also described somewhere in the scribbles of ancient text.
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it’s been 3000 years
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Been into Ark recently
#my art#specifically the primal fear mod#love the demonic reaper empress and her celestial gf#nudity
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Just some doodles. May redo my muse page and throw some fresh characters into the muse list if I end up satisfied with a design
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Infe doodle bc I’ve been neglecting him
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Gar eyed her like a hawk as she proceeded to work and explain the process out loud to him and his sister. This would come in handy for the future; he’d not been taught much of healing. A small portion of him did feel that he’d failed his sister in a way- what if they’d never found the Goddess? What if she’d refused to help, and instead held her ground back in the grove? None of this had happened, thank the almighty, however he couldn’t help but to fawn over it a bit.
No matter… Xuri would be fine now. That was all that mattered.
The brilliant light shimmering from her small form caused the Brute to squint a little, being so photosensitive, however he couldn’t help but to try and watch as she worked her divine magics into his sister’s vessel. Being so caught up in the moment, he failed to consider just how much attention her lightshow and vocals would bring to their hut. Even through their overgrown doorway, the glow emitting from Aisling was easily visible from the outside.
Bandages snaking their way into the room caught him off guard and made the brute flinch a bit, however he refrained from swatting them despite the urge that twitched his fingers. This entire situation was so… *Mystical*, and he was so unaccustomed to such powers being used passively.
The purging of illness from her body felt strange at best, however Xuri mewled no complaints. She was, instead, downright fascinated by the sight before her. Everything was hazy of course, given the illness—she’d likely believe this to be a dream later—but nonetheless it was amazing.
However… Was the Goddess supposed to be oozing blood, all of the sudden? Concerned once more, Gar leant in to get a better look at her, then reflexively moved to hold her shoulders when she lurched forward over his sister. How easily he could grasp her tiny body; he had to be gentle. His thumbs hovered above her back, for he wished to avoid contact with her blood. In the back of his mind, he presumed it to be dangerous- and just generally impolite to touch a woman he hardly knew.
“Is it completed? You… You are bleeding?” She strained herself a bit too hard, perhaps? “I think you should rest here for a few moments… You must be exhausted.”
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“…The air is strange tonight.”
He couldn’t put a finger on it, but something just… Wasn’t right. An eerie feeling crawled up his spine- as if they were being stalked, but by whom?
Though it would be denied up and down, Sol was most certainly accompanying Aisling (and the two children) for their safety. He didn’t doubt her abilities even in this weakened state, however he knew what a ravenous Demon was capable of; how reckless and brutal one could be. For some reason her divinity brought forth the morbidly curious.
Sol startled at the slightest of rustling in the undergrowth. He huffed nervously and perked his ears, listening.
…Nothing. No scent, no sound, no detectable presence. What was the source of this sudden unease?
“Hmph. Let us return early… I do not think that it is a good idea for you women to be out here right now. Something is off- I just do not know what.”
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Doodles of the siblings while I drag myself back here
#my art#infernum#vola#this isn’t a canon design or anything#just wanted to see what they’d look like with lil feathers(?) on their necks#god I need to update everything#i got a pic finally so I can have a decent theme#pc*#I can’t even remember which side of Infe’s face has the scar
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Yikes I need to update refs
#OOC#I’m not dead just…..fixated on a different fandom dhdkldd#my art style has changed drastically since I’ve been here#hope u guys are all doing well!
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Brute Demon Infodump
Overall they are very close and intimate with each other- even simple greetings usually involve some form of contact. Individuals of the same gender will typically greet or acknowledge one’s presence by touching their noses together briefly, however when it comes to opposite genders they will maintain a smidge more distance. Females usually dip their head in deference to the male they wish to acknowledge because they’re more often than not of higher status, but there are exceptions to this sometimes. For example: males will dip their head in deference to their mothers, grandmothers, or even their mates should she take the place as “head” of the family unit instead of him.
As you can probably tell from the aforementioned information their ways are extremely traditional. There is indeed quite a bit of sexism within their society that has been entirely normalized, although there are no strict rules in place that restrict certain genders from participating in certain activities or taking on roles generally dominated by the opposite gender… It will just be viewed as unusual by most.
Homosexual pairs are very common but sometimes frowned upon by bitter family members solely because “you can’t make children.” Should one member of the couple be transgender, though—and comfortable enough to procreate with their partner—then this usually isn’t an issue. Adoption also sometimes appeases these nosy family members.
The discovery of oneself is celebrated and considered to be a very important part of the individual’s life, so trans Brutes thankfully do not face the discrimination that other cultures lob onto them.
During meals, women and children are almost always the first to eat. After they’ve eaten their fill then the males will finish off what is left, so leftovers aren’t that common. Eating before one’s partner and child is considered to be a massive dishonor to their family and culture. For gay/lesbian couples, or couples where the female is more dominant, this changes simply to “the head of the family” eating last instead of the male.
#brute demons#about gar#i would stick sol in here but he rejects his culture almost entirely so not much of this applies to him#about tux#tarnish doesn’t rlly follow it either#anyway!! They’ve been on my mind lately. Been working on the species quite a bit
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Aside from the tattered rags that Gar had tucked away in a shelf somewhere, there really was not much around that could be used to soak up the infection once Aisling would begin the process of removing it. The bedding could be changed if need be, at least; there were countless amounts of furs draped over a rack in their improvised closet.
A silent breath was huffed out in amusement at Aisling’s reply. A wife that hardly reached his knees? How… Intriguing of a concept. At that point would she might as well just be a bird perched atop his shoulder.
After Aisling passed the juice over to him, Gar carefully tipped the bowl into Xuri’s mouth to allow her as many sips as she could handle at a time. At first she grimaced at the idea of ingesting anything, however it faded quickly as the soothing effect of this magic drink relieved some of her symptoms. It tasted leagues better than the medicines that she had been given by one of their local healers and worked much faster as well. Tension dripped away from her features as a cooling sensation snaked down her body and collected at her injured foot, hushing the searing hot pain that had been ravaging it for the past couple of days.
Xuri wheezed out an appreciative trill after the beverage had finally been drunk then allowed her head to flop back against the pillow once again. She had so many questions that she wanted to ask this Goddess, a stream of curiosity bubbling within her mind in spite of her condition, but she’d no energy to even speak after holding her head up to drink the juice she’d been given. Weakly, the young Brute pointed towards the ice with her finger so that Tal’Gar could get it for her.
“I am interested in seeing what needs to be done,” he commented softly, eyes fixated on the wound. Though he knew nothing of healing magic he could at least learn a thing or two about what she would be doing. Perhaps it would help them in the future should this happen again, but he hoped that it wouldn’t. Her immune system was just a big weak from not having much exposure at this age.
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“…The air is strange tonight.”
He couldn’t put a finger on it, but something just… Wasn’t right. An eerie feeling crawled up his spine- as if they were being stalked, but by whom?
Though it would be denied up and down, Sol was most certainly accompanying Aisling (and the two children) for their safety. He didn’t doubt her abilities even in this weakened state, however he knew what a ravenous Demon was capable of; how reckless and brutal one could be. For some reason her divinity brought forth the morbidly curious.
Sol startled at the slightest of rustling in the undergrowth. He huffed nervously and perked his ears, listening.
…Nothing. No scent, no sound, no detectable presence. What was the source of this sudden unease?
“Hmph. Let us return early… I do not think that it is a good idea for you women to be out here right now. Something is off- I just do not know what.”
#thread#gore;tw#just gonna slap that on here just in case it gets a little gnarly#thecreaturecrossroads#Gar
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Finally got the wip up for my new guy I’ll be introducing soon
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The moment she began to list these things off to him, and once the bandages were hung to dry, he began his fetchquest, quickly assembling the few ornate wooden bowls that they owned from their respective cabinets. After setting those down next to her he pulled a large lidded clay pot off of the counter and, too, set this beside Aisling. It was the cleanest water they had at the moment- strained and boiled a day ago to purge impurities as best as they could.
Once that was squared away he looked to her for the next task: gathering herbs. Thankfully he was well educated on the flora that flourished within these woodlands- had to be, really. There were many plants that were highly toxic to Brute Demons, so this general knowledge was of utmost importance and taught at a very young age.
The hunt for herbs lasted only a few minutes. Their people were kind to nature and avoided trampling it when possible, so aside from on their footpaths and designated areas for campfires and cooking, they were plentiful.
Tal’Gar returned and carefully handed the delicate plants to Aisling then knelt down beside her with a soft sigh. Being in the presence of these two instead of his men, he’d allowed the previously hardened expression to melt into one of gentle concern. “That was all that you needed?” He questioned, turning his dark gaze briefly towards Aisling. It seemed a rather short list so he wished to make sure, however he of course would not question the credibility of a Healer. A glimpse at the needle and thread worried him a little for his sister’s sake; she’d yet to endure such a thing.
An exhausted whimper from his sister prompted him to reach for her much smaller hand and gently hush her. “It is alright, my Riverbloom… You will be getting treatment now. This woman is here to help you.” Even amidst her immense discomfort and fatigue she mustered a small smile, turning her lidded gaze of gilded honey towards Aisling. “Are you here to help me, or did he bring you here to be his wife since he can’t seem to get one?” She joked in a small, raspy voice. In the very least her attitude was decent- would likely make Aisling’s job a smidge easier to manage.
“This is my sister, Xuri. You will have fun dealing with her, Aisling,” Gar replied flatly, though there was the vaguest hint of an amused smirk at the corner of his lips. “I will comfort her if she allows me to do so without insulting me…Again.”
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“…The air is strange tonight.”
He couldn’t put a finger on it, but something just… Wasn’t right. An eerie feeling crawled up his spine- as if they were being stalked, but by whom?
Though it would be denied up and down, Sol was most certainly accompanying Aisling (and the two children) for their safety. He didn’t doubt her abilities even in this weakened state, however he knew what a ravenous Demon was capable of; how reckless and brutal one could be. For some reason her divinity brought forth the morbidly curious.
Sol startled at the slightest of rustling in the undergrowth. He huffed nervously and perked his ears, listening.
…Nothing. No scent, no sound, no detectable presence. What was the source of this sudden unease?
“Hmph. Let us return early… I do not think that it is a good idea for you women to be out here right now. Something is off- I just do not know what.”
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In a similar sense, he’d expected to be sharing a nice warm meal with his sister at this time, not prowling the forest in search of this Goddess’ aid. Interruption of their nightly routine was jarring in a sense; he valued order and consistency. This would normally be their lunch time, when he would return temporarily to a join her so that she would not be left to eat alone. Tonight was supposed to be their freshwater fish night: roasted catfish with cod chowder and fufu, served with a strong herbal tea.
Gar startled slightly at her exclamation in a different language, one ear laying flat against his head in confusion. When she spoke his tongue again he didn’t quite catch what she meant, nor did he care much. His mind was elsewhere- there were far more important matters to focus on.
Again, a nod was given to her advice. He would ensure that the bandages would be prepared as soon as they arrived. The gilded light emitting from her body would likely attract the attention of curious eyes… It certainly did amongst the group they were traveling with. There was a gentle waft of warm air against the back of her head as someone decided that he was going to sniff at her while Tal’Gar was not looking. Thankfully, though, he did nothing more than smell her a bit.
Sounds of soft chatter and Brute children laughing as they chased one another soon filled the air as they finally came upon the village. It was somewhat tucked away in a thick grove with flowering vines draping around the massive trees that surrounded their clearing like a blanket. Gar sauntered slightly ahead and announced their arrival with a deep, guttural bellow, then the group of men sort of formed a line in order to get through the somewhat narrow entryway. Aisling, being so small in comparison, was thankfully not squished between the knees and shins of these beasts as they moved.
Once inside the party of Brutes dipped their head to Tal’Gar and slowly dispersed, though not without taking one or two final glances at Aisling before doing so. Activity within the clearing was moderate at best, for the majority of them were diurnal or crepuscular and fast asleep in their dens. Aisling’s scent and divine aura was enough to draw a few of them away from their tasks to get a peek, the majority of which being women who were previously tending to chores and children amidst their little games. Whether in awe of a small Goddess or enamored with her beauty—perhaps a mixture of both—she was, indeed, eyed down like Gar had warned.
Gar quickly lead her through the scattering of huts and dens, urgently wishing to get his sister the help she needed and Aisling away from the center before a fuss was made of her arrival. Thankfully, his den was only a little ways in.
They came upon a hut that was partially submerged in the ground had a roof improvised from one of the roots of the gargantuan trees around this part of the forest. Covering the gaps between these roots was a thick entanglement of trumpet vines that draped over the entryway. Gar gently pulled them aside for Aisling so that she could step down into his home, where his deathly ill sibling lay uncomfortably sprawled across her bed of animal hides. Only barely did the small girl lift her head in an attempt to see Aisling, but her strength gave out and it flopped back down against her pillow.
“As I ready these new bandages, tell me what else you need of me,” he requested as he quickly stepped aside for Aisling to get started.
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“…The air is strange tonight.”
He couldn’t put a finger on it, but something just… Wasn’t right. An eerie feeling crawled up his spine- as if they were being stalked, but by whom?
Though it would be denied up and down, Sol was most certainly accompanying Aisling (and the two children) for their safety. He didn’t doubt her abilities even in this weakened state, however he knew what a ravenous Demon was capable of; how reckless and brutal one could be. For some reason her divinity brought forth the morbidly curious.
Sol startled at the slightest of rustling in the undergrowth. He huffed nervously and perked his ears, listening.
…Nothing. No scent, no sound, no detectable presence. What was the source of this sudden unease?
“Hmph. Let us return early… I do not think that it is a good idea for you women to be out here right now. Something is off- I just do not know what.”
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Even though the entire point of her going along with them was to aid his sister, a second confirmation that she would do all within the realm of possibility to help brought him some relief. It was well within her right to refuse cooperation for the startling intrusion, especially since she had been with her children at the time. Sure, he’d been more than willing to try force her to accompany them, but he wouldn’t have harmed her. Sol, on the other hand, would have been a different story.
“Thank you, Aisling.”
Because the situation had deescalated his piercing honey-gaze had faded into oblivion, so his eyes upon her was not as obvious as it would have been a little while ago. Ever carefully did he track her movements, observing the small woman like a hawk would a field. Little flowers birthed from her very footsteps and left a trail in the undergrowth. The Brutes’ intimacy with nature would perhaps help her when they would arrive at the village. They were so careful to not harm the plant growth within their territory and basically lived within the depths of a massive natural garden.
In the far distance was the faint glow of little campfires and small flecks that were most likely lanterns. Tal’Gar’s ragged ears perked as he thrusted his nose upward to take in a whiff of air. Their destination drew ever nearer.
To be cautious of strangers was more than reasonable, not to mention when said strangers ambush you in the middle of the night. By all means he understood their discomfort.
“To abandon our people and instead sit in the lap of the King who frowns upon us? I find such behavior despicable, however it is no business of mine.” Unbeknownst to Gar this was not at all the case, nothing but a lie spun by the man responsible for driving Sol away. Over the years Sol’s name has been slandered by his father, leading the tribe to believe a lie in order to protect his reputation and status among them. If only they knew…
It took him a moment to process her compliment- he’d no idea how to even respond. Often potential partners would approach him and say such things, especially during the height of mating season. Being a rather healthy male in his prime made flirtatious advances inevitable, but even with this having been the case throughout his entire adulthood he still simply had no idea how to react. He cleared his throat and gave a nod.
“Good. Perhaps it will not be terribly unsettling for you, then. There are many types of plants that the women use for our own medicines and salves sprouting around the village- if you end up needing any, I will be able to fetch them for you.”
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At her question about his sister’s age he let out the quietest of whines. Death was not so heavily frowned upon in their culture, but when it came to one so young… That was a different story.
“Thirteen,” he sighed, moving to step over a large log. “She’s much life ahead of her. Of all things to fall to illness is not a pleasant one. I do hope that she can be saved.” While he was already preparing for a grim reality, a small part of him held a flame of hope. Magic was entirely unfamiliar territory for him and the majority of his people, but he knew about stories of the miracle healers that lived within the kingdom. God forbid that they try to get in contact with any of them…
Amputation was something he had even considered, however if there was even the slightest chance that he could save his sister’s limb then he would try to take that route first. He did not wish for her to have to endure the hardship that a missing limb would bring.
“Entire leg. Her foot is appears to be in the early stages of rot, so you do what you must… For the rest of her leg, though, perhaps it is not too late. It is enflamed and itchy according to her, but not yet blackened with decay.”
At her comment he huffed- perhaps an attempt at a chuckle? He was in no mood for it, but a break in the tension was welcome nonetheless. “There was no ill intent, but I was prepared to use force if it became necessary for the sake of my sister. I am relieved that your companion stood down and did not make a fuss.” Even though she would be coming away from this mess unscathed, he knew that it would still ruffle the king’s feathers. Hopefully it could be resolved without any violence once they knew the reason behind this whole ordeal.
“Tal’Gar of The Night, but you may simply call me Gar.” There was no need for formalities with an outsider, but pure habit prompted a full introduction. He continued, “when we arrive at the village I will ensure your safety and space for you to work, but I can not promise that curious eyes will not trail you. You are far different from the Gods that we are accustomed to.” For one she was not violent. “I would have simply carried my sister with me were she not so weak… I was too worried that the journey would be rough.”
“Thirteen…. too young… much too young for suffering… I do everything I can for her.” Aisling shook her head and warbled sadly. How young was she when she understood that life was not easy, nor was it always kind even to children? Younger than this man’s little sister…. but she was not even hardly comparing her experience to this young owlet’s experience.
The fallen log was hardly a problem for her like it wasn’t for him. She vaulted over it with ease once he’d stepped over it. Aisling wished that it had been a bit more decayed itself so that it’s mushroom ring could have formed. Tapping into it would have helped her gather more strength. The owl Goddess was changing the gathered power in her as she moved, directing it towards healing instead of battle. There was a faint lay line pulsing with magic somewhere near and Aisling snagged some of that to help her supply. Trails of winter flowers were beginning to spring up from the ground in her wake.
“If not full black that is good. Still much I can do.” she said firmly. It would take a lot out of her… but if this was so, and there was still feeling in most of the leg then this child had much better prospects.
“Glad fight is not happen too. Aha… he is…hmmm..” what did she say about Sol to these strangers? Obviously the truth, but not the full story. She didn’t quite know the whole of it anyway, but it wasn’t her story to tell.
“He is… no good with strangers. Trust is no easy for him. Took long time to be okay with me….. Can ask… why you call him traitor?” Aisling had been wondering why he would use that exact word to call Sol.
“Tal’Gar…. of Night… Good name for Handsome person. Haha… Am much used to eyes being on me now. Ah… Many thanks. Will start by looking at damage, then make drink to get rid of itch and pain. Then will heal what I can.”
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