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Dear souls, I, Beta wish to offer you all my hospitality. As such, so that you may continue to enjoy my hospitality, I am warning you to stay away from Epsilon. You can recognize her by... well, the actual physical description doesn't matter, though she is a black quadrupedal-beast thing, generally. But the really important feature to recognize her by is her aura of grief and despair and other such interesting emotions. It is intense enough to manifest in what looks like a dark heat-shimmer around her. It isn't a heat-shimmer. It is a warping of the air itself, a warping of the reality around herself, leaving what she touches a dark twisted version of itself. She is a walking hazard to your own capacity for self-development and generally being interesting. Avoid her. |
Into Your EyesThe Black Beast. Canine, elephantine, big but moving with far more massive heaviness than that, a careful deliberation to her steps as if her very step could potentially not just break what she walks upon but even send her crashing clear through it and many things below. |
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Most of Hydra is rather more pleasant than this, such as me or Omega or even angry old Gamma. Enjoy us... (warm murr) |
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Bastard mixed dog, monster, quadepedal thing barely identifiable, wandering confused bipedal. Bulky. Always a fuzzy hair jet black and as short as to almost not be there. Velvet. Half of the time she has a fuzzy jacket just like her skin, half of the time not. Around her swirls, trails tangles tangled tangling ideas butterflies stuck through eyes through mathematical formulas through colors through screaming moods through smiling moods through skyscrapers through... a whirlpool slowly revolving around her, like things falling slowly into a singularity of thoughts. A nigh unseen light burning off her skin, as she is consisted of like. |
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* "Epsilon? She's pretty sweet and curious a thing. Still have no idea what the heck she is or why the rest of Hydra's so freaked out about her. Ah well. " Torque |
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* "Epsilon? She's pretty sweet and curious a thing. Still have no idea what the heck she is or why the rest of Hydra's so freaked out about her. Ah well. " Torque * "She is the soul of Hydra." Delta |
Bastard mixed dog, monster, quadepedal thing barely identifiable, wandering confused bipedal. Bulky. Always a fuzzy hair jet black and as short as to almost not be there. Velvet. Half of the time she has a fuzzy jacket just like her skin, half of the time not.
Around her swirls, trails tangles tangled tangling ideas butterflies stuck through eyes through mathematical formulas through colors through screaming moods through smiling moods through skyscrapers through... a whirlpool slowly revolving around her, like things falling slowly into a singularity of thoughts. A nigh unseen light burning off her skin, as she is consisted of like.