EILEEN THE CROW                                                               the Hunter of Hunters

                                                  Art credit: x // Made by: @scarredwit

@ecclesiastry                          TRAVERSED NIGHTMARE FOG. 

                                              O, THE TRILL OF THE HUNT         much like any other hunter that was forced into this disgusting world, Lilyssa had grown to adore the feeling of her blade cutting through a beast’s decaying, toughened flesh. She loved the sounds of their pained screeches and cries, and even, as sick as it is, she liked how they sometimes pleaded ---- how the beasthood let a glimmer of humanity through, enough to allow a desperate voice to pass mangled, bloodied lips. In fact, it often felt even more sweet to cut them down after getting to see how pitiful they once were as humans. 

The Black Swan’s bloody rampage had swiftly come to an end ---- just outside of the great door of the Grand Cathedral. It had ended because there were few more beasts to slay currently, though she had cut herself a very satislyingly gory path to follow back home whenever she should feel like it. There was something that brought the Hunter to a halt as she stared at huge, uninviting doors. The Blade of Mercy she used just prevously to slaughter the lambs was put away and after hesitation, she presuaded herself to take steps toward the door - gloved hands pressing onto each panel and giving a mighty shove. A shove so mighty it earned several grunts and groans, though thankfully, the doors opened as intended. 

                    LIKE FOR A STARTER!   and also enjoy this tiny floof bee getting stroked. 

                                                                    EMBRACE THE MADNESS.                                               highly triggering content. please read rules before interacting. 

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Also because I assume everyone is like 16 reblog with your age in the tags?

@luckyberet                                      GREET ME AT THE GATES OF HELL.

                                     A SUDDEN FLASH OF TERROR       hit her. Oh, she could see it so clearly, her own face warping and twisting into that of a mangled beasts’. She could see her skin contort and tear - her only working eye blacken and bleed. Lilyssa could feel every ounce of pain that this God awful world put her through, but that wasn’t what bothered her ------ what really disturbed her was the want, the desperation and the craving for blood. The need to feed filled her with this distinct anger, the type of anger that clouded all vision and tore her away from what remained from her sanity and humanity.       ❝     BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD. the smell of it---------- so sweet. ❞       Words came as almost a cry, loud and horrific as the infection curled around her vocal cords - distorting her voice with demonic screeches and screams. 

Her arms desperately thrashed around, head shaking and shaking - legs kicking. She fought it so desperately, tears streaming across her cheeks. Until.... stillness. Silence. No more whining or crying, no thrashing or beating aginst walls. Her form was completely still and finally, eyes opened. 

It was a dream, much to Lilyssa’s relief upon waking. Her breath was heavy, fingers tightly clutching at her garb - form visibly shaking. What an awful thing to dream about---- and it all felt so real. She was sure that the plague had gotten to her, turned her into a blood thirsty beast like it had everyone else. What an awful feeling it left in her, prompting the huntress to just simply continue to lay on the floor. Her eyes were opened, but she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings - she wasn’t even sure where she had fallen asleep. 

                    LIKE FOR A STARTER!   and also enjoy this tiny floof bee getting stroked. 

@corvus-venator                  HUNTING A SILLY BIRD.

                         OH SHE WAS READY,     so very ready to try again. Lilyssa had been preparing herself for another fight and thankfully, the Crow had positioned herself perfectly. She had taken over her lantern in the Grand Cathedral, gifting Lilyssa the chance of an unfirturbed fight somewhere big enough for the to wreak havoc. Of course, they didn’t have to fight... not yet. It would highly depend on the Crow’s attitude to seeing her again. So far they had gone toe to toe for a while, but ultimately it was Lilyssa that had to turn heels and run ---- no longer! she had eagerly awaited the day where she was strong enough to win a fight with the Hunter of Hunters. 

The Huntress practically sprinted the way there, cutting down any grotesque beast that stood in her way with her trusty hunter’s cane. It was exciting, thrilling ---- she could well understand how Eileen felt when she hunted those that ascended from the Dream. O, how her heart pumped - a rush of adrenaline surging through her form as she burst through the Grand Cathedral doors.      ❝ O, Crow! How I’ve wished, waited to see you again! ❞      the swan cooed upon entrance, halved gaze finding it’s way to that sweetly familiar crow feather cape. 

@gwenhvvyfar                                  ARE YOU BREATHING? 

                                         THE RAIN WAS ALMOST SOOTHING     it offered to cleanse blood from soft, scarred and deathly pale skin. Lilyssa was safe here, in the Cathedral Ward thanks to the Dweller’s overpowering insence. So safe in fact, she had removed the outer coat of her Hunter Garb and stepped outside briefly into the pouring rain. A supposed safe haven - this is where she would stay for now, though only a few hours. She needed time to rest, to replenish her strength before moving on to face the Blood Starved Beasts that waited outside. 

( WHAT’RE YOU DOIN’, THEN? PLOTTIN’ ARE YE’?  MMM. I KNOW WHAT FOLKS OF YOUR ILK ARE LIKE, YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME! )     the words were shouted across the room, from an old, incredibly aggrivating elderly woman Lilyssa had previously helped. Every move she made, every word spoken ---- was penalised by her. It was rare that Lilyssa found it disheartening, mostly she had the strength to simply shrug it off and greet her with naught but a middle finger and a grin. 

❝ ------- for the love of the Gods will you shut that wretched trap of yours. ❞     Lilyssa breathed, turning back now she was sufficiently sodden - pale fingers running through dark locks. 

                              BODYCANON:   MESOMORPH.       so, Lilyssa is a Hunter. She’s had to work very hard to get to the point where she is now and with her type of skill set, she needs to be able to put some serious strength into her attacks. I guess it’s the same with any Hunter, regardless of gender. All Hunters need to be strong and have good stamina, if they don’t then... well they’re fucked. So here it is. A nice look at Lilyssa’s sexy abs!

In game, Lilyssa follows a skill build that fits as perfectly as it can for the use of the original Rakuyo. Currently plot wise, she uses the Blade of Mercy - obtained from Eileen the Crow. 

inxight : BLIND DOLL  

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Burning—scratching…like an unquenchable fire scorched the huntress’ throat. Adjusting the tattered bandanna around her neck her gloved fingers dug deeply against the pale flesh of her neck. Was she choking? No she couldn’t be—…What was happening? She couldn’t breathe—the air was thin…every breath she took felt like fire as the taste of acidic bile threatened to spill past her lips. 

Poison.

“Dammit….” she heaved desperately trying to reach a vial.

Just as she wrapped her fingers around one, she felt someone grab her shoulder. Whipping around suddenly, out of instinct Lucia held her blood vial in one hand, while the other held her pistol.

“Identify yourself!” demanded the huntress. Although she did not fire, Lucia was more than ready to run if she had to.

                             NOISES. NOISES. UNABLE TO BREATHE.       She could hear the stammering of speech and the throb of a worried heart. She could hear breath getting heavier and heavier, as if she was being choked from within her own soft gullet. There was no doubt about it, it must have been poison ---- either that or the woman was going raving mad.     ❝ oh I see it, I FEEL it, almost---- dear gods, poison is a cruel creation. worse than any blade forged by madmen.❞    

Gloved fingers reached for her mask in sudden desperation, pulling it off within a second. It was as if Lilyssa herself couldn’t breathe, that she was being choked by the devil’s potion. The fact a gun was pointed at her gut made her instinctively laugh aloud - a gloved hand clawing at her throat. It was loud and obnoxious, meant to MOCK the very idea that she was being threatened with a flimsy little gun.       ❝ HAHAHAHA,     put that away before you HURT yourself  !!! ❞      each word came as mostly a grunt, as if she still found breathing hard. Each inhale felt like someone was slipping a blade into her chest and dragging it back out again.      ❝ drink up, petal... you’ll need to stop it from---- AGH GOD STOP IT SPREADING! ❞     she bellowed, dropping to her knees with a satisfyingly painful crunch. 

                              FOR ANYONE INTERESTED     ( xxxxx )     that is my musical theme for Lilyssa. Personally, I think it fits perfectly. the lyrics are simply amazing. Plus, it’s Metallica ( my ultimate favourite band ).

@inxight               |               if you’re 555 i’m 666

                              THE HUNTRESS CREPT UP       behind the female, a gloved hand reaching out to grasp her shoulder gently to gain her attention. friend of foe, friend or foe, friend or foe. Those words repeated in her head over and over, almost obsessively.      ❝ you... are you HURT? ❞     was she WEAK?