The Grimm-lands, a murky desolate region containing nothing more than purple miasma, broken terrain and if it wasn't clear from its name…. Grimm. This description alone should make it understandable as to why it should be surprising to when, innocuously enough, a young boy lay there in the middle of the Grimmlands bruised but well enough. This was especially so considering the pack of Beo-wolve grimm surrounding him. His eyes fluttered, golden orbs twitching in reaction to the rays of light.
He sat up with a groan rubbing at his eyes adjusting himself to take in his surroundings…..to see the pack of beowolves staring straight at him. He rubbed his eyes again and rechecked….he then slapped himself "Agh"….to no avail. So he sat there cross-legged for a few moments in contemplation before he stood suddenly, gaining a slight fidget from the pack to his action. He walked rather calmly towards the beo-wolf who was near fully covered in bone plate armour, presumably the leader, and planting his face an inch away from the grimms maw, which thanks to his height only required him to be in front of it, and…..got licked. He straightened up blinking profusely as the beowolf panted…..in what could only be described as a playful manner?
Wiping the slobber off his face he looked up to the sky in confusion and muttered "Grimm huh?"
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It took a few shenanigans with the beowolves but the conclusion was finally made. They seemed to be harmless, at least in regards to him. The only act of aggression he was able to obtain was when he scratched at….lets say 'certain" sensitive areas of their bodies and even then it was more of a soft growl. Grimm have, strangely enough, really soft skin and what was weirder was how rubbery the white plating covering their body was. Like they had patches of condensed gum all over themselves, some of them had spikes and other symmetrical plating. They were practically human sized puppies, you know, if the puppies came from your worst nightmares but still didn't want to eat you.
Much like puppies, after the initial wary reaction it was practically a hug massacre. It took until the boy was choking under beowolf stomach for the alpha to call off the pack. The boy, now bedraggled, deadpanned at the alpha, "you know…. you could have done that a little sooner", he sighed as he realised that he was half expecting a response. The alpha merely nuzzled its head into his chest almost apologetically and a smile began to tug at the boy. "Okay…Okay, enough playing around", muttering with a soft chuckle, "so first things first", he spoke bringing his hands together, "Civilisation!...but where to look…", he peered to his left to see more wasteland and an almost identical image met him to his right. The scenery changed to his front where he viewed large jutting pieces of crystal…..surrounding a large broken moon…surrounded by an almost bloody sky. "Ah….", were the only words released by him as he did a complete 180 to be in full view of the only landmark that was in the Land of Darkness. A large, purple and menacing castle was in front of him and without an expression, word or shred of hesitation he started walking towards it.
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The stairs were more annoying than the journey. One reason being because of small stature he had, another was that after the alpha beowolf realised his intention it decided to lift him with its jaws and carry him in a comedical fashion all the way till the outer edge of the castle….where it seemed to hesitate. The boy reassured it scratching its head fondly as it nuzzled into him. Waving farewell was all the assurance he could give as he walked up the many purple steps
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Finally reaching the door encompassed by a large purple archway he stood in front of it for a while, looking thoughtfully to the entrance. Slowly reaching out his hand to rap at the door he muttered, "well Poincare, time for you to shine….", the double castle doors rattled loudly as they slowly parted, the knock he was about to make seemingly unnecessary as he retracted his hand while taking a smooth step back so as to avoid the opening doors he gazed at the one standing in front of him. Skin of a deathly pallor, red and purple veins that covered her skin and a black dress that hugged her hourglass figure.
The confusion visible in her blood red pupils did little to mask the foreboding presence she gave off. A heavy darkness, a cruel miasma, a heavy sense of foreboding, the boy felt all this and more, which is why his actions were strange. In the face of this presence this young boy of barely half her size, dirty and unkempt as well as not to mention surrounded by a literal wasteland scratched his shaggy white hair and with his other hand softly waved with a small smile "Hello".