shatterers
⚔︎. i am so sorry to anyone who's been waiting for a reply, i've been so busy recently with travelling but i'm back home now, so i'll be working on replies soon!
shatterers
temptingnemesis
The streets should have been quiet at this hour, but they weren’t. Rats gathered in the gutters like worshippers at an altar, their bodies pressed together in unnatural silence. A single serpent slid across the pavement, scales whispering against the stone. The air reeked of rotten meat and iron—like a room full of meat had spoiled.
And then he appeared.
Lucifer walked as if the city had been built beneath his feet, long curls of crimson catching the dim light, eyes reflecting a patience both cruel and endless. Six wings lay hidden, folded neatly behind the mask of a man, though the unseen eyes upon them blinked and shifted restlessly. To the passerby, he might have looked like any other stranger. To those who truly looked, he was a storm disguised as flesh.
He moved without hurry, savoring the quiet unrest that followed him. A smile tugged at his lips, the kind that suggested secrets too dangerous to speak aloud. His shadow stretched too far, coiling with serpentine slithers no lantern should have cast.
Tonight, he wasn’t hunting. He was simply walking, waiting—letting fate decide who would be foolish enough, or desperate enough, to cross paths with him.
shatterers
⠀⠀ ABOUT ──ᝰ . KATAYOUN
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⚔︎. thinking about how katayoun essentially lacks a soul, seeing as in my ocverse, souls are incredibly important in terms of it being the very culmination of one's being. to lack a soul is to lack being whole? even some eldritch beings such as arminius has a soul or something akin to it. but katayoun? nada. or in hua's words, her soul is not yet 'complete.' which is why the laws of many realms do not apply to her. she experiences no true attachment, no gnawing guilt, no longing in a human sense, she literally just mimics these things after countless centuries of observing others. maybe she had a soul once? maybe not.
shatterers
⚔︎. i’ve been travelling a lot recently so my replies will be a bit late sorryyyy, perhaps i can get some out tonight before i go on another trip tomorrow LMFAOOO
silksnows
mm? ... inhuman. you're inhuman. not like it matters to me.
saviorlies
“ you’re not like the others , are you ? far from human yet its the skin you wear . suppose that’s what we have in common . ”
shatterers
⚔︎.⠀⠀⠀ might make another account for a new muse. . .perhaps i'll use voskrena or vita. . .
CagedSongbird-
The storm outside pressed itself against the great glass dome overhead, each raindrop tracing a winding path down the curved panes before disappearing into the dark framework. Beyond that barrier, Columbia was only a dreamscape—its floating spires and grand arches softened into pale silhouettes by mist. Now and then, a flicker of lightning lit the sky, revealing hints of the world she had never touched.
Inside, the library was warm and heavy with stillness. The air smelled of polished oak, beeswax, and the faint musk of paper that had lived too many years in the same place. High shelves climbed toward the vaulted ceiling, each stacked with leather-bound volumes whose spines bore gilded titles from places she had only read about. Maps hung framed along the walls, some marked with neat, almost obsessive notations in ink. A phonograph sat dormant in the corner, its brass horn glinting in the lamplight, while a scattering of sewing supplies lay forgotten on a nearby desk—thread spools rolling lazily whenever the tower shifted in the wind.
Elizabeth sat in her usual place beneath the dome’s great arc of glass, curled into the corner of a velvet armchair. Her skirts spilled over the rug patterned with intricate reds and golds, a book resting open across her lap. She was not reading. Her eyes had gone soft, unfocused, chasing thoughts beyond the walls. It had been hours since she’d heard anything but the clock’s ticking and the occasional moan of the tower’s metal bones.
Then came the sound—foreign and unmistakable.
A muted click, sharp in the stillness. A metal latch turning. The low, drawn-out groan of hinges that should have been sealed forever. Elizabeth’s head snapped up, her book closing in her hands with a muffled / thump/ .
( 1/2 ) I apologise that this is long </3
shatterers
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✶.⠀⠀ the shatterer lingered by the door, her silhouette cut sharp against the hallway’s flickering gaslight. rain still clung to her, dripping from her dark hair in a slow, steady rhythm that tapped against the polished floorboards. she seemed to have bring the storm in with her, its wildness curled around her presence, refusing to be shaken off at the door. her heavy gaze roamed over the chamber: the locked balcony doors, the furnishings that looked more like gilded bars than comforts, and the sound from above, the creature’s shrill, grating cry barely drew a flicker of reaction. katayoun's eyes narrowed slightly, tilting her head before filing away the noise as irrelevant. whatever creature that lingered within this tower was nothing but dirt beneath her heels.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ well, ❜ katayoun murmured, almost teasing. ❛ you’re different from the others that cross my path. not many sit so . . . unafraid. ❜ she stepped further inside, carrying herself closer to the girl in the lamplight. shadows stretched across her face and revealed again, as though even the room itself could not decide if she belonged within it. at first glance, she was striking with sharp features, dark brown hair, a poise that drew the eye but the longer you looked, the less human katayoun seemed.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ but no, i'm not your warden, i'm simply here to search for something. ❜ katayoun’s attention caught for a moment on the chain around the lady's throat, the faint gleam of the key that rested there almost like a shackle. ❛ finding a way in was simple. leaving, if i wish, is even simpler. ❜
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shatterers
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✶.⠀⠀ the hinges sang their death-knell once more as the doorway yielded further and what stepped through was no saviour wrapped in romance nor warden to keep one entrapped. the soft thud of boots echoed within the library. candles guttered though no draft touched them as a shadow, writhing and seemingly pulsing as though it was sentient, dragged across the velvet rug, scoping out the area ahead whilst its owner kept at a leisurely pace.
⠀ ⠀⠀ katayoun had heard whispers, of course. not from the living but simply from her own sources that were attached to her. the whispers had led her here, to the tower on the edge of nowhere, where knowledge slept beneath the dust of decades and something else lingered, half-forgotten. she could almost taste the secrets clinging to the air, thick as sweet incense, promising answers if only she reached for them. they would be useful for her hunt.
⠀ ⠀⠀ a staircase wound upward but she ascended without pause. the library called to her like a heartbeat and when she reached it, the space before her unfolded with shelves rising high. katayoun’s gaze swept the room slowly, crimson irises catching the faint glint of candle stubs melted into the tables and when she looked further, the figure of a young woman appeared, book clasped shut within her grasps. the corners of katayoun's mouth curved faintly, her expression unreadable.
⁽ ¹ / ² ⁾ - / that's completely fine, i understand! i love long replies so feel free to do so if you really want !
CagedSongbird-
The figure in the doorway was unlike anyone she had ever seen—not the warden, not one of the carefully chosen attendants who arrived on rigid schedules. This person was an anomaly. Rain dripped from the hem of their coat, pooling faintly on the polished wood. Their presence carried the faint scent of the outside air—cool, damp, tinged with ozone. It was the smell of freedom, though she had no reference for it beyond her books.
“You’re not the warden,” she said, her tone deliberate but tinged with something unguarded—wonder, maybe, or disbelief. “You’re not… anyone I’ve ever seen before.”
High above, in the iron lattice of the tower’s rafters, something stirred. The floor trembled faintly beneath her feet as metal shifted and groaned. Then it came—the shriek. Half mechanical, half alive, Songbird’s voice rattled through the air, vibrating the glass of the dome. A warning. A threat. A promise.
Elizabeth’s gaze flicked upward for only a heartbeat before returning to them, her fingers tightening over the book in her hands. The look she gave them then was cautious but hungry—hungry for something she had never been offered.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she said softly, stepping forward just far enough that the lamplight kissed her face, catching the faint glint of the key on a ribbon around her neck. “But if you found a way in…” Her voice steadied, the air between you suddenly alive with unspoken possibility. “…maybe you can find a way out.”
( 2/2 ) - because I made spelling mistakes and my ocd refused to let it go so apologies for sending this again :’)
alienhorrors
The night felt sick.
The air clung to the skin like fever, damp and heavy, the kind that made you want to wash your hands twice. Somewhere above, the clouds shifted without wind, their shapes leaning in to watch.
He moved through the street like he owned it — tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of man who looked carved from stone… if the sculptor’s hand had trembled just enough to leave something wrong in the lines. His shadow didn’t follow him. It wandered ahead.
Hythoxlvho. Eldritch King. God of the uncanny.
The names carried no weight here, not yet. Mortals would know him only as a stranger. That suited him fine.
A brush dangled in his hand, bristles wet. The stroke he made didn’t touch any canvas — it touched the air itself. Brick twisted under his work, curling like old paper in fire. A shop window fogged over from the inside, then pulsed once, slow, like it was breathing. The streetlight above him sagged toward the ground, its bulb swelling into something that blinked.
He paused, admiring the scene. ❛Mm,❜ the sound was more to himself than anyone else. The grin that followed looked like it had been learned by watching other people smile, practiced until it stuck.
Somewhere behind him, a cat gave a low, broken sound and fled into the dark. The rain started up again, warm as blood, and Hythoxlvho kept painting.
alienhorrors
@shatterers The brush stilled mid-stroke, bristles suspended in the thick air as though unwilling to touch it again. Hythoxlvho’s gaze slid toward the sound of her voice, slow and deliberate — the movement of something that had no need to rush. The rain traced the hard planes of his face but never quite reached the hollow between his eyes, where gold burned faintly in the gloom. Up close, the wrongness in his frame was more pronounced — the way his shoulders set, the way his spine curved just slightly too straight, like a mannequin perfected by something that had only studied humans from a distance. ❛Late?❜ The word rolled off his tongue with quiet amusement, as if the concept itself was strange to him. ❛Time has little to do with it. Streets like these…❜ his eyes swept over her, lingering on the blood that clung to her cloak like fresh varnish, ❛…they are lovely, are they not? Empty... So full of promise of what could fill them.❜ He turned the brush lazily between his fingers, and somewhere behind him the streetlight’s “eye” twitched toward her. The air smelled faintly of iron now — hers, his, or the city’s, it was impossible to tell. ❛And you,❜ he continued, voice lowering into something thoughtful, almost intimate, ❛are no passerby. Your scent is... distinct; different. Care to explain?❜
shatterers
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✶.⠀⠀ the thick scent clung, metallic and rancid. it seeped into the walls, soaked through the stone, an aroma of death. the floor was lacquered in blood, dark rivulets running between the cracks as though the earth itself had begun to bleed. katayoun lingered amidst the ruin she had helped sculpt. her pale face was streaked dark with crimson, the warm smear of blood accentuating the sharp angles of a visage that was almost human. gloved fingers, dyed red, painted careless streaks across the black drape of her cloak as though she wore the massacre itself as her heraldry.
⠀ ⠀⠀ the envoy that remained⸻a pitiful creature, trembled before bursting out with laughter. it began fragile, stuttering through their teeth, until it crescendoed into hysterics.
⠀ ⠀⠀ when their laughter choked on its own terror, she turned away, boots leaving soft imprints of gore as she strode from the hall and straight outside. brown hair clung damp against her skin, sticky with viscera, crowned in the remnants of those who had thought themselves untouchable. the shatterer did not glance back. the night welcomed her and so did the street beyond. however, that was when she saw him.
⠀ ⠀⠀ another anomaly on this lone world. how peculiar. katayoun paused, watching with the solemn curiosity of an artist observing a peer. her voice reached him before her blade did.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ how quaint. ❜ she stepped forward then, heels clicking against the stone. ❛ tell me, painter. what brings you out here so late, on a street this empty? ❜
alienhorrors
/ in what sort of enviorment does Katayoun reside in? i want to write a very long, descriptive starter, but i need that info -
/ like, for example, jungle, city, apartment, castle, etc. -
shatterers
⚔︎. yeah exactly!! that’s basically what she is and does LMFAOOO. i’ll send in my reply soon, i just got back from an outing!
alienhorrors
( @alienhorrors ) / ooooou, yeah, I get that! just like, for example, a deity doesn't have to eat, but they can absolutely enjoy a gourmet meal