Shadow who knows fuck-all about how to hedgehog properly (only small bits from books) because he spent most of his time around humans and thus socializes more like a human.
Shadow who can't purr like all hedgehogs do because his vocal cords are a tad different (cuz alien genes) but who can actually produce a mean alien-ish growl.
Shadow whose teeth and claws are too sharp and whose quills are too tough to be like ones of a normal hedgehog.
Shadow who has heightened senses of smell and hearing and perfect eyesight, but most of the food tastes like slightly-flavored cardboard for him.
Shadow who isn't nocturnal but also not diurnal - he just sleeps whenever he's too exhausted to function.
The Ultimate Life Form but a very weird, fucked-up hedgehog.
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making the trip to move in with my feeder this weekend and god im so excited i could eat someone!!!!
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not me drawing Hunter and listening to this song on repeat.
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[image description: four selfies of me, a white nonbinary person with long brown hair and a faint wispy mustache. I'm wearing a black sleeveless hoodie and translucent glasses in a subtle blue-pink-white gradient. in all four photos I'm standing so that the right half of my face/body is in bright sunlight and the left half is in shadow. in the first photo I'm standing with my head slightly tilted and my arms down. in the second I have one arm slung over my head, with the edge of a top surgery scar visible through the arm hole of my hoodie. in the third I'm leaning close to the camera with one hand on my chin. and in the last photo my arms are crossed and I'm smiling. end id]
every day is trans day of visibility when you have trans pride glasses. to give you visibility.
(they/them or zie/hir)
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Horror doesn't really emote much because he finds his actions to be far more important. He struggles with what he's done, and what he will do, and only lets Nightmare feed off of those emotions. However there is a way he likes to get out his horrible feelings.
He likes to play a hunting game, in which Killer and Cross arranged for a bunch of friends to go on a trip together in a cabin in the woods.
Dust usually films the whole thing as he finds the fear and rash decisions that humans make fascinating.
Horror will start out the game by playing little haunting jokes, tapping, creeking, scratching, things that can simply be brushed off. And then it slowly gets worse, windows break, food spoils, wooden floors rot, lights aren't working, things are missing. Does anyone remember where the tool box was?
Every means of escape is possible, by car, by boat, by simply just running off and surviving. After all prey will keep running as long as they have hope.
He sets down traps, warns them with soft lullabies, takes his time killing them or even making them turn against each other.
"I have a hole in my skull...big enough to kill me....after all a wound like this would kill you."
"Do you really think they enjoy your company? Oh how they'll laugh when they find you."
"They saw a knife earlier, they took it and you saw, you saw and didn't say anything. How could you, I thought you trusted your friends?"
"How can I be real, this place is hell right? You're in hell, and you can get out. All you need is someone else, their blood, that's how it works, right?"
"They probably left you for dead, with your own mind and thoughts. I wish we could feel pity for ourselves...but we know we don't deserve it."
Projecting much into humans, he watches, he rips and tears, and then he's done and feels much better. Killer and Cross are too scared to watch, but Nightmare and Dust find it so enchanting!
Horror gets to have fun!
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