[He doesn't remember life before the cold. To Kravitz, it has always been there. His only, constant companion. Maybe it says something about how far gone he is, that he's long since begun regarding that which killed him, as a friend. Or, maybe it speaks more to all the years he's had to reflect, stuck in time. To learn an appreciation for the beauty and savagery of the ice.
The first kill was an accident. (That's how he remembers it, anyway.) Desperation, fear, loneliness- he could blame it on any number of factors, but the end result won't change. After that, he has less excuses to make. It's become second nature. Whipping up snowstorms. Removing tracks. Holding them down until their limbs are cemented to the ice, and their eyes glaze over.
In the distance, he can just barely see it- the outline of another traveler, destined to go missing in the mountains.]
2 / vampire child
[He is not centuries old. Not yet an adult trapped in a child's body, not yet a mind growing restless in eternity. Nah. He's just a very small, very bitey kiddo who is feeling, hearing and smelling a lot- including you.
And you smell great.]
3 / jorogumo
[The forest seemed so open and bright at first. Color and light, dappled over a sea of leaves and daisies. Then it all began to thin out- the flowers, the light, the color- everything except the trees, which only grew thicker and closer, as if swallowing everything else up.
And then you spot it.
Web. Strung not between branches or blades of grass, but encompassing entire trunks. Crawling over boulders and hills spanning all the way up to the overhead canopy in places, where it hangs like a moth eaten blanket. You've wandered too far. The web near surrounds you.
And something is stirring.]
4a / merman
[He's a merman. Do I need to purple prose here? Nah. Maybe you're a merman/maid/person too! Family? Partner? Wacky neighbor a little too into kelp? Or maybe this is a human and merperson star-crossed lovers/friends deal! Go for it.]
4b / siren
[Or with a twist: this is no little mermaid. This is a siren, one who has tracked your ship, or drifted in to see you at the shore, all with plans to lull you into complacency and drag you out to sea. Stay sharp!]
5 / centaur
[You've caught him with his guard down. Centaurs are reclusive and shy by nature, and Kravitz is no different. But he's injured and tired, one leg folded awkwardly and blood running from his hair into his face. He's bent over a stream, attempting to wash it off, and some combination of pain and exhaustion has allowed you to draw close. Will you help? Or do you, presumably like his attackers, value Kravitz's pelt over his life?
Or: pick your scenario! One that doesn't involve playing nurse. Looking at you Taako, you horse fucker.]
6 / ghost
[Play with clay. Get spooked. Take your pick. Hell, maybe you were the ghost all along...!!!!]
7 / wendigo
[The hunger is all-consuming. Burning. And yet, Kravitz knows that every time he gives in, the further away from humanity he slips. Half of his mouth is stretched wide, teeth jagged and thin, long and razor sharp. They prick at his cheeks, where his skin grows sallow. Sickly. His nails are growing out, and his eyes are large and milky. At his temples, he can always acutely feel the worst of it.
Antlers. Slowly but surely, sprouting from his skull. They don't hurt. But they don't feel right, either.
If anyone wanders into the woods again, looking for Kravitz, the missing man- he doesn't know what he'll do.]
kravitz | open | ready ur butts for 100 prompts
[He doesn't remember life before the cold. To Kravitz, it has always been there. His only, constant companion. Maybe it says something about how far gone he is, that he's long since begun regarding that which killed him, as a friend. Or, maybe it speaks more to all the years he's had to reflect, stuck in time. To learn an appreciation for the beauty and savagery of the ice.
The first kill was an accident. (That's how he remembers it, anyway.) Desperation, fear, loneliness- he could blame it on any number of factors, but the end result won't change. After that, he has less excuses to make. It's become second nature. Whipping up snowstorms. Removing tracks. Holding them down until their limbs are cemented to the ice, and their eyes glaze over.
In the distance, he can just barely see it- the outline of another traveler, destined to go missing in the mountains.]
2 / vampire child
[He is not centuries old. Not yet an adult trapped in a child's body, not yet a mind growing restless in eternity. Nah. He's just a very small, very bitey kiddo who is feeling, hearing and smelling a lot- including you.
And you smell great.]
3 / jorogumo
[The forest seemed so open and bright at first. Color and light, dappled over a sea of leaves and daisies. Then it all began to thin out- the flowers, the light, the color- everything except the trees, which only grew thicker and closer, as if swallowing everything else up.
And then you spot it.
Web. Strung not between branches or blades of grass, but encompassing entire trunks. Crawling over boulders and hills spanning all the way up to the overhead canopy in places, where it hangs like a moth eaten blanket. You've wandered too far. The web near surrounds you.
And something is stirring.]
4a / merman
[He's a merman. Do I need to purple prose here? Nah. Maybe you're a merman/maid/person too! Family? Partner? Wacky neighbor a little too into kelp? Or maybe this is a human and merperson star-crossed lovers/friends deal! Go for it.]
4b / siren
[Or with a twist: this is no little mermaid. This is a siren, one who has tracked your ship, or drifted in to see you at the shore, all with plans to lull you into complacency and drag you out to sea. Stay sharp!]
5 / centaur
[You've caught him with his guard down. Centaurs are reclusive and shy by nature, and Kravitz is no different. But he's injured and tired, one leg folded awkwardly and blood running from his hair into his face. He's bent over a stream, attempting to wash it off, and some combination of pain and exhaustion has allowed you to draw close. Will you help? Or do you, presumably like his attackers, value Kravitz's pelt over his life?
Or: pick your scenario! One that doesn't involve playing nurse. Looking at you Taako, you horse fucker.]
6 / ghost
[Play with clay. Get spooked. Take your pick. Hell, maybe you were the ghost all along...!!!!]
7 / wendigo
[The hunger is all-consuming. Burning. And yet, Kravitz knows that every time he gives in, the further away from humanity he slips. Half of his mouth is stretched wide, teeth jagged and thin, long and razor sharp. They prick at his cheeks, where his skin grows sallow. Sickly. His nails are growing out, and his eyes are large and milky. At his temples, he can always acutely feel the worst of it.
Antlers. Slowly but surely, sprouting from his skull. They don't hurt. But they don't feel right, either.
If anyone wanders into the woods again, looking for Kravitz, the missing man- he doesn't know what he'll do.]
[or literally whatever else, hit me!]