Name(s): Oduvanchik (by the Deer), Mephistopheles (by the Humans), Balor (by the Fae)
Age: Really fcking old, like BC
Gender: Masculine/He/They
Species: Demonic Faery, soul sucker, blood drinker, man tricker
Alignment: Chaotic Evil - selfish, arrogant, and vengeful; he wreaks destruction for any human souls he finds in the forest, which he has claimed to be his new home and territory
Voice description: Soothing.
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Following the whistler we'll going straight ahead.
One by one, magic's flowing hear the whistler and his songs.
He'll show us all the secrets of the music, life, and spells.
Teach us language of birds, magic rhymes that sounds like bells.
Step by step we're going staring at this beautiful faun.
Leaded by this wise man that came from the underground.
The tunes he plays sounds like a nightingale.
His old whistle lead us to the rainbow.
He is the last man who knows old words to charm on,
So come on.
Waiting for his sign we're following his eye.
Facing all this blight -shall leave this world behind.
Goals of life, if any: stop the spread of a disease he calls humanity
Secret desires: to love and be loved
How do they see him/herself? an abandoned diety
How do they believe s/he is perceived by others? a devil
Enjoying the eldritch feeling
Gonna watch, as well.
Mmmm
The unsettling ways of the
It came in waves, changing every few weeks or so. Sometimes it would spike on bad days; Madoc had begun to notice that these bad days lined up with sudden, unpredictable misfortune.
The air was thick and heavy and cold. It has a dark, rotting warmness to it though, like the breath of some animal on a winter night. The feeling of overbearing observation crawled under Madoc's skin. They muttered a spell under their breath, supposing that no-one would be out to hear the language and anyone who did didn't have much right to listen in.
"Llonyddwch." The Forest was unresponsive, as it was sometimes. Madoc's hair bristled in anticipation.
ODU!! Gotta drag Lil in to
Gotta drag Lil in to say hi soon
(Hello, everyone. Welcome.
A large eye watched the visiting "deer", hissing at the command and stopping it's wail. The tree creature silently shifted from one tree to the next until it was above Madoc, watching them curiously.
"Those are very old words that do not belong in this forest...."
He chided the familiar smelling creature. The bark of his skin helped him grip the trees as he bent down for a closer look, clinging to the shadows.
It is indeed another nature spirit.
"Neither do we."
Madoc breathed. The stench of
The stench of damp crept into their fluttering lungs. The beast slithered their way, the eye seeming to consume all of Madoc's field of vision. It wasn't unusual to see a beast such as this, made of nature itself, crawling with parasites and magic. To a passerby it seemed mad. To Madoc, they might as well be talking to their next-door neighbour.
Even so, a shudder threatened to show itself. Madoc swallowed. Though being a monster themselves, spirits still unnerved them. The first instinct was to hide and that option was no longer available. The eye had caught them - for now.
"Name," they demanded, a brooding spark in their glare, like a lost thunder cloud. Madoc seemed to grow in size to match the overwhelming eye, flowers shivering and spine coiling to bide its time in case a strike was needed. The beast seemed to want something, whether it was a reaction or something more sinister, and Madoc was not willing to part with anything of theirs so soon. They'd lost enough.
(Sorry for the late reply.
Oduvanchik's tree form and his glamoured form.
but you're now looking at this:
His "head" is missing and rotted moss, fungi, and dandelions are falling out of the hole in his neck; but he would never let you see just how damaged he has become.
Aggravated upon receiving yet another order from this child, he slammed a heavy wooden hoof into the ground nearby. It was pale and burnt between the cracks of the bark as if he had been burning from the inside out. This was obviously a dying tree spirit; a particularly old Sidhe that reeked of corruption, anger, and death.
"This forest calls me Oduvanchik."
"But I have been called many things.."
"My name is my own."
*inserts little complimentary Red Flags around the blog space.*
((woops will get to this
((woops will get to this asap))wooo here we go---
Madoc did not flinch. In one of the trials, they had to face a beast not dissimilar to this one. The cracked flesh calmed them, as did the name. The creature was powerful, but it was weak. "Fair," they said. "I am Madoc, and your tone is dissatisfactory."
The prince shivered and rose up to meet Oduvanchik, a great snarling gryphon, wings barely stretching out in the crowded Forest. But the flowers were still there, springing from the feathered withers, and still hurting a great deal. They didn't notice; it could be tended to later. A low hiss came from the crooked beak.
"Haerllugrwydd." Their great golden eyes met Oduvanchik's with a warning glare.
The closer you get to the
His chest heaves as Madoc comes closer and a waft of spores exudes from the cracks around his neck. He groaned in pain, clearly not the source of the spores or other invading plant life.
"Do watch your manners...Your Highness..."
Odu tried not to growl. He calculated the risk of lashing out and defending himself but winced at the "bleeding" crack; still producing a heavy cloud of fungal insemination. His eye wavered, broke contact, and closed underneath the bark of his chest and it retreated deeper inside of him like a parasite. Things were not looking well for him.
He wheezed.
"Leave me be, Mad-Oak. I am no threat to you."
Madoc shrinked again,
Madoc bowed their head then, understanding this creature had not meant harm, but still keeping the haughty blueblooded air about them. A mortal might submit to a fairy this intimidating, but fairies do not relent so easily - especially those of a court. "You are breaking, Green Man," Madoc muttered. "Can you not fix it?"
"Another's magic is
"Another's magic is preventing me from healing..."
he lied. The demon had a hunch that he was not healing because he had not eaten in so long. It had been as if the meatless diet he had been striving so hard to endure was finally going to do him in.As Madoc perched closely to him, Odu became anxious that his large open wound might prevent him from escaping; which would be necessary if his stomach drove him further into madness from this pain.
Oduvanchik's eye peered up at the Griffin warily.
"Is it just my imagination? You seem to be a bit diseased..."
((oh yeah, i draw a lot. Sorry for the wait. ))
"Really fcking old, like
Why couldn't we just worship this guy instead. Also trackalacka because mighty babe spotted
Don't stroke his ego TOO
He had his chance.
aaAAAAA THIS IS WONDERFUL, I
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Oduvanchik, the Forest called him. That was not his true name, Madoc was sure. No creature like this would be foolish enough. As the beast began to scan them, Madoc shifted about awkwardly from foot to foot. There was the discomfort again.
The creature's comment did not shake Madoc; only their eyes narrowed a fraction, flowers quivering as their flesh twitched with the tension. Great wings shuffled themselves like cards, as did the curled white talons digging into the branch Madoc perched on. "I may be," they said. "What of it?"
wow *-*
Yeah, no prob. All my
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Oduvanchik's eye closed in an attempt to hide his excitement.
"I've thought of a way we can help eachother..."
Even though it was meant to be a whisper, his words seemed to shake the trees in the immediate area.
"You see, I happen to be rather familiar with pestilence and disease..."
he continued, trying to lift himself closer very slowly to get a better whiff of the blossoms falling from Madoc's feathers."I might be able to help you... if I had my..."
He was going to say "head", but it might sound too frightening to the already unnerved faery.
An angry sounding bird had fluttered down from the higher branches to swoop in and out of the hole in his neck. Pecking and scratching at his core, the bird pulled several dandelions loose; causing Oduvanchik to flinch as if it were pulling teeth.
"My daughter."
he finished finally."If you can find her and bring her here, I may be able to relieve you."
track!
Stole himself a new face.
Madoc's chest rumbled with
"Where can I find her?" Madoc said, voice level and touching on monotone. "You say you 'may'... but you do not say you can." There was little room for pity in Madoc's soul, but this was a rare occasion where the bargain intrigued them enough even without a reward on their end.
"I do not know where she is.
"I do not know where she is. I'm too weak to use even my senses to find her."
he answered truthfully. Without his head, he could not create illusions, mimic the voice of the old Gods, or eat....among other things.The "tree" deer moved to avoid the light that started peeking through the canopy. His bark body's wrinkles moved like water as he twisted to stay in the shadows.
"As for your infliction, I'll need a sample of these blossoms to begin looking or a cure."
Odu reached out a branch to grasp at Madoc's neck, trying not to move so fast as to seem threatening.
He did intend to learn more about this new disease that plagued a fellow fair folk. Whatever it was might be useful to him later.
"How did this happen to you?"
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Madoc eyed the approaching limb with suspicion. They shuffled away from it slightly, the feathers on their body standing on end. However, the shapeshifter tried to tolerate it; Oduvanchik seemed like a respectable fae. He might genuinely want to help, and after their small moment of conflict Madoc felt more in control of the situation. "What does she look like?" Madoc asked, their eyes never leaving the branch.
How did this happen to you?
Madoc jolted away from the gnarled branch, eyes wide. "I don't know. It just came up." The face turned into a snarl, but one of quiet defeat. Madoc relaxed to allow the limb to touch them. "It just appeared."
"She looks like
"She looks like fire."
Oduvanchik said, having her literally burned into his mind."Perhaps without her mother's spell, her colors have faded. The only way I'd know her is by that mass of hair that makes her look like a weed..."
He gave the disease some serious consideration before proclaiming:
"Infect me."
Sorry this took so long!
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Madoc blinked slowly, their expression focused. "I will see what I can do." The wings began to shrink away and fade into deer-hide again. Madoc shivered in response to the familiar tingling of fae magic. Theirs had developed a sting to it since the infection set in.
"I can't. It is no longer infectious." Madoc bowed their head lightly, though not so much as to hide Oduvanchik from view. "I hope to meet again. We will keep our promises."