You guys have such cute OCs omg

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(Okie doke, then!) Tusk paced back and forth in the livingroom of the cabin. He kept sliding his clawlike fingers over his headscales, muttering to himself. Some words were loud enough to overhear. He said something about a broken door and a key, but the rest reverted into a muttering mess.

Tusk jumped, startled by hearing a voice other than his own. He then recognized Bugser and quickly calmed down, "Aw man, you startled me. The door's unlocked, you can come in." (I'm assuming he's still outside haha). Tusk motioned to the front door, which was busted to splinters. It looked like someone broke in.

Tusk hadn't stopped pacing. Glass shards shined within the dim lantern light that radiated from the ceiling lamp. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the place was a mess. The contents of bookshelves were scattered everywhere. Chairs rested on their sides.. "Something came in last night. I don't know what, but something big. I think I got robbed, but everything's here!"

Tusk stared down the door, refusing to remove his eyes from the horrifying thing, "You're not saying go down there, are ya?" He realized how wimpy that sounded and attempted to cover it up, "I mean, I could probably beat it up if I had to, but.." He stopped himself before he began to ramble.

Tusk grumbled, his lips curling at the thought of what hid in that creepy basement. (If you guys wanna use this as an opportunity to jump in, use this. Otherwise the rest of this comment is void) Crunching hay and rustling grass grew louder from outside which caused Tusk to spin around in fright, "Who's there?" He shouted at the door.

(Any way you feel like Rping is fine, as long as we can tell what you're doing :D)

(I like the first person better. More description always makes things more clear and easy.) Tusk hesitated, but he quickly followed after Bugser. He picked up the neck of a broken bottle before he left. "What do you think's down here?" He whispered.

(Basement)

(agh Imma be typing slower) Tusk flicked the light on, but nothing illuminated, "The generator's down too. Perfect timing," He whispered.

(Oh, okay. Thanks for participating! Feel free to come back later)

(Sounds good. Hey, is it okay if we pause here till tomorrow? I gtg too)

(Yee just post when you can. I will too)

Tusk slowly decended the stairs. His eyes squinted, trying his very best for his eyes to adjust to the dark, creepy room. He held out the shattered bottle in defence. His voice had a timid tremour, and his voice could barely be considered a shout, "Is anyone in here? Make yourself known!"

(Alright, I guess we're going without Jayden) Tusk heard the shuffling of Styrofoam peanuts near the back of the basement. The noise sent a tremor down his spine, but he stood tall, "I don't wanna hurt anybody, but I will if I have to. This is your last warning! Please make yourself known!" He raised his voice loud enough to where all corners of the room could hear him, but it wouldn't echo.

Tusk rolled up the sleeves of his jacket, "You had your chance," His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and now he had a more detailed image of the world around him. He noticed a stack of boxes in the far corner of the room. They'd been neatly emptied and sorted after his grandparents had moved in, but the empty boxes and their cushion-like filler still remained. That was his target. Tusk threw his half-broken glass behind the boxes. It exploded against the cement wall which scattered flickering shards into the darkness. He attempted to use it as a distraction, because now, his heavy body charged mercilessly into the stack. He looked like a bowling ball aimed straight for a strike.

(Pfft, no, you're fine. I'm drawing in the bg so I may be slower to reply) Tusk slammed forearms-first into the wall with a thin layer of crushed cardboard to cushion him. An explosion of packing peanuts shot into the air like a blizzard. He turned tails, ducking low in an attempt to see under the flurry of foam, but he couldn't see who'd escaped his charge. He stayed still and let the peanuts fall over him at an attempt at cover, and he waited for more movement to catch his eye.

Tusk lunged after the creature once he saw it ascend the stairs. Now, he was overtaken by adrenaline. Now, he wasn't thinking about what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted to catch whoever broke into his grandparents cabin. "Get back here!"

Tusk's heavy footsteps made the wooden floors scream under his weight. His heartbeat pounded in his throat and the slits of his eyes drew needle-thin. He'd reverted to all-fours as he searched the house for the intruder. He knew they hadn't escaped the window or door because they seemed too big to fit through in such little time. This lead him to the kitchen, which turned up empty. The only two rooms remaining were the bedroom and bathroom. The only entrance to the bathroom was in the bedroom, so he knew they were cornered regardless. "Look, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to talk," His voice dropped deep within his chest. He didn't mean to sound threatening, but the adrenaline left bitter feeling in his body. That was when he noticed the blood on the floor. He'd stopped at the entrance and stood up on two legs, watching the red liquid sparkle in the dim light. He noticed something purple poke from under the bed, "You're hurt," He announced, "I can help you. I promise, I'm unarmed. Come out."

(Ah shoot, you're right. I completely forgot about the blood color XD Also, yeah! Let's do it :D) Tusk huffed, scratching the back of his head waiting for an idea to pop into his head. Maybe he could do something to win their trust? But what? A long moment of pause gave way to a thought that might work. He locked the door behind him and walked calmly to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. He then returned to where he was and sat down front of the door with the items at hand. He wrapped the bottle with the towel and then rolled it under the bed, keeping his distance. "The bottle has alcohol in it. If you pour it over your wound, it'll sting, but it'll clean it. The towel can help stop the bleeding. I'mma stay right here. I promise I won't come any closer."

Tusk sighed, "Look, I said I'm not gonna move and I mean it. I'm a pretty patient person. I can wait here all morning. But if you decide you want to tell me why you're here, then maybe I can give you a few things.. probably food or water," He coaxed.

(To you as well :D) One could practically hear the grinding of gears within Tusk's thick skull. He knew food was the answer to trust, but he didn't know if he could trust them to stay where they were while he retrieved some. To earn trust is to give it, right? "If you stay here, I'll get you some food and drink, but you need to stay in this room, got it? Tap the bed-frame twice if you understand."

Dawner huffed, unlocking the door. He let himself through then closed it behind him. The kitchen was still a mess, and he tried to balance his way between the occasional dish that littered the ground. He picked up a plate and a cup, then turned to the fridge. It was one of those old iceboxes with a lock and everything. He turned the latch and swung the small thing open, gathering a cut of leftover pork as well as a carton of orange juice. He poured a glass and emptied the box of leftovers onto the plate, then returned to the bedroom. "My family's carnivorous, so we don't have a lot of plant stuff if that's what you eat. Please, show yourself," He encouraged, placing the meal at the opposite side of the room, just out of the creature's reach, but also as far away from him as it could be.

Tusk exhaled a short chuckle in disbelief, "Well aren't you something?" He was amazed by her extravagance. He'd never seen a creature like her. "Is it good? My Grammam has a bit of a problem with over-cooking her meals." He commented with a slight smirk.

"You're still bleeding," He watched the purple ooze slowly sink to the ground, leaving a long trail over her body. "Will you let me bandage your cuts?" He gathered the alcohol wrap and extended it to her.

"I'm letting you know now, this is going to sting," He warned her. He then approached her from behind. He sat down on his knees and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, avoiding the spines and pricks that protruded from it. He then slowly used his claws to extract each shard of glass. He'd then take the towel in his other hand and dab away the blood that continued to excrete from her wounds. Soon, the shards were all in a pile on the ground next to him, and he poured the alcohol over the towel, "Take a deep breath for me, alright?" A few moments later, he quickly pressed the alcohol-soaked towel onto her back, tying the towel around her chest to keep it in place.

"I'm sorry it hurts, but it'll help you heal faster," He assured her. He carefully applied pressure over the towel, and soon, all the alcohol evaporated. All that remained was the towel as a bandage, which did a fine job at soaking up her blood. "So, can you talk? Why are you here, of all places?"

"Hmmm," Tusk looked around for a way to converse with her. He then had another idea. He pulled out his dial-pad phone and opened up a texting service, "Can you write? Try using this. My claws work better on analog keypads like this one, so maybe yours will too. Try it." He urged.

"Oh," He thought it was strange that she didn't know what he was holding, but he decided not to question it, "You press the button with the letter you want, and it'll show up here," He pressed the letter 'A', and it popped up on the screen next to a blinking cursor. He then deleted it. "You can make sentences by pressing space between each word." He then slowly typed out, "Hi my name is Tusk," for her to see. "Can you read that?"

Tusk let her play with it for a while. He hoped that she was a quick learner and that she could learn to write sentences soon. He was absolutely curious as to how she ended up here. "It's a phone. You use this to communicate with people. Some phones can have games and cameras on them, but mine is built purely for talking with people," He explained, "Do you think you can write a sentence for me?"

"You kind of have to get used to it. It won't take long, I bet," He was able to understand. He deleted the sentence and asked her another question, "What's your name?"

(Pfft it's okay. My ways are contagious XDD) "Subject? What does subject mean? Are you lab-born?" He never thought he'd see someone like her. She must have escaped, but why? Maybe the labs aren't as good as they claim to be. He suddenly felt his stomach knot up with regret. He shouldn't have hunted her in the first place.

Tusk felt awful, but he had one more question to ask, "Why'd you come here?"

(Agh, gtg. I'll continue this later!)

"Alright," was all Tusk could think of saying. He didn't know if he wanted her staying in the house, but he also didn't want her out their on her own. If she didn't know what a phone was, she certainly wouldn't know the threats of their modern world. "You can stay on one condition... You help me clean up this place."

"Come on, you trashed the place! It's the least you can do, and you only have to once. Just to clean up your own mess."

"I'm not saying you have to do it all now," he scratched his headscales again. He then walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers, "When you're better."

Tusk sighed and pulled the covers off the bed and over her, "Just.. sleep well, wouldja?" Tusk then left to do his best to clean up the mess she'd made. Countless ceramic and china treausures had crashed to the floor in Nightfall's attempt to search for food. He took a broom and swept up the shards, throwing them in the trash. He flipped chairs and tables back onto their feet and placed pots and pans back on their shelves. The whole night he spent undoing the mess she made, and it wasn't until sunrise that he finally crashed on the couch in the mainroom. His soft snores, muffled by a pillow, quietly filled the room's ambience.

(Pfft exactly XD) Tusk squirmed in his sleep, tossing and turning. Nightmares of labs and experiments tormented him in his rest, his mind running wild with the old campfire stories he used to hear about experiments gone wrong and lab misbehavior. The possibility that any of that being true haunted him. By the time the orange rays of morning shed light through the windows, Tusk had rolled himself onto the floor, and he woke up with a jolt.

(Tusk is so empathetic.. a little too much so XD) Tusk heard her yelp and quicky came to her, his mind still tainted by the worst possible scenarios. "Nightfall! Are you okay?" The dark rings under his eyes gave away his restlessness.

Tusk sighed with relief once it clicked to him that she was safe. He recoiled a bit at her prodding, a weak chortle edcaping his throat, "I did your chores and couldn't sleep. I'm alright," Suddenly his stomach growled, and he decided he'd offer- "Want some breakfast?"

Tusk returned to the kitchen, cooking up what smelt like beef stew.

Tusk brought back a bowl of the soggy stuff and sat it down in front of her, letting out a soft yawn shortly after. He rubbed his eyes. "You look like you slept well," He sighed, fixing his hoodie's pull-strings.

"Yeah, no. I didn't. Had a couple nightmares. Nothing to worry about," Tusk rubbed his eyes. He watched her eat for a few seconds, but he didn't spend long. "I'm gonna see what I can do to fix the door. If you want, you can come with me when you're finished. I'll be in the shed out back." He'd walked to the shed and swung its old creaky door open. Inside were an assortment of tools from gardening to carpentry. He sifted through the lottery, then pulled up an ax. He dusted it off and admired the blade; then, he headed off to chop some wood.

Er, post another one of my OC's if you want to add another. Otherwise we good fam.

You all can jump in with the excuse that your character was wandering the woods too.

It doesn't matter what your OC is. If you want, you can leave a description of your character instead of a ref lol.

It can be human. I honestly don't mind. Just know if another person's OC doesn't like humans, that might be something- but all drama is good drama in RP imo.

Absolutely XD I'd love a good villain. I think I'm setting it up perfect for your OC too.

OMG! I recognize you now! I drew your OC for my 1k special! Nice :D

Lets have her still in the basement, tryna find stuff to survive off of or something. Gives a better introduction for your character.

Haha man I like her story. This'll be great :D

Lol now I wanna make a series about geometric shapes that have crushes on each other and call it "The Love Triangle".