My entry. I was thinking of whipping-up a second entry too, but for now, I give you the Poison Hound:
Mors tua dulcis, et velox sicut canis cum petalis vitae dictis...
"May your death be swift and sweet, as the petals of your life drip with venom..."
The hound is an ancient beast. Her exact history is lost in the passage-ways of time, but her physical history is different: She has a basic organ-system that could be found in a standard, intelligent life-form. However, her body is not pulsing with blood, but venom.
The venom is powered by the heart - as blood would be - and pulsed around the veins. Some of these veins can be seen on her shoulders and forelegs. These are visable where the skin has rotted/been burned away. Around her rump and back ankles, a few more spots of green vein are visable.
She wears a horned-skull as a type of mask to disguise her face from her victims. The exact species the mask belongs too is unknown. She also carries a rib-cage on her back.
The hound wears a black leather collar with a transparent tag, in the shape of a RD squished circle. Inside it is a drop of venom. A black lace is wrapped tightly around her tail. At the end is a single green bead.
The hound's purpouse is too bring death by poison. One drop of her venom is enough to kill them painlessly and quickly.
She is pretty-much emotionless, yet she does not enjoy her job - being an angel of death. She is quiet and does her job quickly and does not think much of it. She wonders if this is her punishment for some forgotten crime.
Her lives a silent exsitence, travelling through the darkness from one victim to the next. She bcomes invisable to the world, and conceals herself away in both shame and solice.
Mors tua dulcis, et velox sicut canis cum petalis vitae dictis...
"May your death be swift and sweet, as the petals of your life drip with venom..."
Her violet eyes glazed her grey muzzle. She gazed out of the withered hollows in her skeletial mask; her large ears pricked to attention. Energy welled-up inside her liquid form - the sickly green veins upon her shoulders and forelegs began to pulse and glow. With venom flowing her stone-age veins, she leapt away into the night, only a faint green glow revealing her presence.
The hound is an ancient beast. Her exact history is lost in the passage-ways of time, but her physical history is different: She has a basic organ-system that could be found in a standard, intelligent life-form. However, her body is not pulsing with blood, but venom.
The venom is powered by the heart - as blood would be - and pulsed around the veins. Some of these veins can be seen on her shoulders and forelegs. These are visable where the skin has rotted/been burned away. Around her rump and back ankles, a few more spots of green vein are visable.
She wears a horned-skull as a type of mask to disguise her face from her victims. The exact species the mask belongs too is unknown. She also carries a rib-cage on her back.
The tight collar chaffed around her neck, the black leather dark against her grey fur. The little tag glowed with venom, and the loose lace wrapped around her tail swung against the floor. The little bead on the end let out a small green light.
The hound wears a black leather collar with a transparent tag, in the shape of a RD squished circle. Inside it is a drop of venom. A black lace is wrapped tightly around her tail. At the end is a single green bead.
The hound slunk through the dark streets, unseen to the rest of the world. She slipped through an open window and ascended a shadowy flight of stairs. She pushed her head through a bedroom door and leapt gently onto a bed. She simple touched the human sleeping peacefully with a claw, and watched the covers. They rose gently with the person's breathing, but as the poison crept through the victim's soul, the blankets settled still. Her job complete, she slipped away into the night.
The hound's purpouse is too bring death by poison. One drop of her venom is enough to kill them painlessly and quickly.
She is pretty-much emotionless, yet she does not enjoy her job - being an angel of death. She is quiet and does her job quickly and does not think much of it. She wonders if this is her punishment for some forgotten crime.
Her lives a silent exsitence, travelling through the darkness from one victim to the next. She bcomes invisable to the world, and conceals herself away in both shame and solice.
. Love 
