Shunobon
(#74141400)
I will lather the broken you.
Kaen
Glowing Globe
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.09 m
Wingspan
6.1 m
Weight
665.76 kg
Genetics
Sanguine
Crystal
Crystal
Blood
Butterfly
Butterfly
Maroon
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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SHUNOBON
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HISTORY From his conception between a priest and a harlot, to his birth into a world of apathy. Whoever controlled his hollow life had been sure to give him the bare minimum and then a little less than that. When he cried, not a soul turned to bestow the love and care he so desperately craved; when he laughed he was violently shushed and was told that if he was ever too loud he would be found. Shunbon learned a little later in life that the village was afraid that God would track him down. That the one living sin of the head priest would be reason enough to strike down those that have given him permission to breathe. That God would tear everyone down piece by piece, and leave Shunobon in the center of massacre- mark of the heretic on his forehead. In the days he was forced to kneel in front of the shrine they pleaded with him to pray for his own death, the priestesses telling him that once he was gone, so was the village misfortune. For years Shunon planted roots that bound him to the shrine, trying to find something within him- within the offerings placed daily- to hear the voice of who he wronged. With his jaws melded shut and eyes glazed. With the lashing from the priests. With his skin dyed red from the warts and scars. With the ear-deafening silence that endured no matter how hard he prayed. In the name of God, Shunobon had been dismantled into a body of torment. Once the wells had dried, and after the weather deity sacrifice had prematurely hung herself, the village folk set their eyes on the dying body of Shunobon. To be roasted on a spit in the July sun for days, skin caramelized the way vultures liked best. Shunobon stared into the pink sky, praying one last time that maybe, maybe this time he would be heard; a lifetime of torture would in this moment be repaid. He laid there for hours in silence. God had failed him. When Shunobon cracked open his maw to scream, a blaze of fire tore through his throat. |
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(art by @/forcedcoma)
Shunobon,朱の盆, are ferocious demons from the mountains of Niigata and Fukuoka. They are masters of psychological horrors, using their unsightly face to scare unsuspecting travelers.
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shunobon's first follower wrote:
He found me when not even the sun could shine down on me.
Curled up in a ball with nothing but a sheet left to shield my dignity; I was beaten and bruised like god’s bravest soldiers always were. Skin tacked onto itself after weeks without wash, fingernails caked with grime and gore, I was no longer the image of myself from a year ago. Her shadow loomed above me every night and shook its head at me as if to disown my name from my body. Time would no longer hold much of a meaning to me; I watched as the equally merciless sun and moon rolled in their cycle, not sparing me even as much as a glance. Their rays always reached right around the perimeter of my body like the chalk outline of an already decaying body. At that time, I may as well have been dead. At least then, I would have had some use to the earth around me. I could have become a strong oak tree or delicate grass for someone to step on. His voice swam through my head like gentle music that sliced through silence. Asking me if I wanted to be saved, to be lathered in life rather than begging for it. He had knelt on the sunless, dry mud, staining his priceless red silk- and reached out for me. For the first time since my shadow had deserted me, someone dared to outstretch their hand to my corner of rot. When he touched my face, I do not know if I cried from happiness or scorching pain. Stripes of sun-drenched gold that caress the horrifying jaw of someone who had only known disregard; soft brown eyes that searched for the wounds on my brow. The sun casts light on his back, still not quite reaching me, but close enough where I knew that just being near him was the second best thing. He delicately takes my deformed body into his arms, and by delicately ripping me apart he is able to put me together again. Doesn’t mind the grease and blood staining his tepid hands, and smooths the matted hair on the side of my ears. Helped me to stand on my own and become more than the shade eating the crumbs of her mortality. He walked me to his home and dressed me in silk cut from the same fabric as him. Held my chin above the water as he bathed me and warmed my frozen eyelids with his mouth. If I ever went against his word he’d sooner throw me in the very corner he found me in, but I could never raise a hand against him. I was given spoonfuls of honey and glasses of milk- pomegranate seeds and the looming thought that I would never become more than myself in this very second. My hair was brushed by hummingbirds and threaded through his knuckles like harp strings. Where I was now, was where the sun and moon dared not to intrude. I learned hours of the day from heartbeats and the change of seasons from when he went from mild to white-hot. Burns on my body a reminder that this was what it meant to drown in his tutelage, blisters on the outside of my teeth that I was warm where others were perpetually cold. When I ask about what the weather is like, he kisses the outside of my knee and says it’s cooler inside. I imagine how the heat stuck my fingers together; if there were windows, I would look outside them and think how lucky I was to be in his shelter. |
Calliope wrote:
rich silk pools by his ankles
he peers over his shoulder sweet brown eyes masticating you bare red skin with a white face a small angelic mouth whispering pretty words you bring your knuckles to his cheek and it slides off like hot magma it seeps past his lips onto yours and you’ll drink it all. |
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