#Gaud Fenrir Grimm

[bunchamunchafaunus]

@rising-superstars continued

Abrupt as this whole situation was, the Wolf was quick to both catch she shorter of them and turn to stand  sit her atop the counter in front of him. Pinning his fellow Faunus in the process as he reciprocated just as messily. Too much of a haze hung on his mind to have much rational thought if any, immediately having switched from his alcohol fueled ranting against society to just her. To the feeling of her lips and the taste of them both overwhelming even with the still strong aftertaste of his drinks. At the same time his hands were truly aimlessly wandering, pausing now and then to hold at her side or beneath a thigh to keep her close.

[greeneyedfaunus]

Gaud smacks dat fiiine ass

"GAUD FENRIR GRIMM I AM GONNA BITE YOU."

[seethinggold]

Golden eyes watched the white coated Huntress cut down a few Sabyrs with little to no issue. A long blade with it’s edge lighting bright white a few times before she’d swing and send energy flying at her foes to cut the beasts in two. She was handling herself well, too, almost too well for someone he could tell wasn’t using a Semblance to any degree whatsoever. She was skilled, and a part of him wondered if he should worry for himself if he were to ever lose control while he was here in Mantle. Though the abrupt heavy impact of a Beringel landing in front of the Huntress from above would break his train of thought, surprising both him and the Hunter.

It happens in mere seconds, the large Ape Grimm landing in front of the skull-headed person and it’s arm swinging to send them hurtling back to crash and embed into the wall that lined Mantle’s border. Flinching at the sight of it, the impact even just looking like it hurt like hell. He didn’t feel any bit sorry for the other Faunus one bit, just knew he didn’t want to be in her shoes in the moment. Though... he couldn’t just let her die to the Sabyrs that were getting too eager to bite into her flesh. Not with the situation here, they needed all the Hunters they could get to handle the horde that was fast approaching if it wasn’t on their doorstep already.

Leaping down  from the wall, he rushes forward with claws extending over and around his finger tips and bone blades piercing through his forearms. Grabbing one Sabyr’s throat as it leaps to attack the Woman Hunter stuck in the wall, and swinging it to hit the other down to the ground. Gripping the back of the first’s neck to rip it’s throat with the hand in front, and  tossing the body to free his hands to quickly repeat with the second.

With the two feline Grimm slaughtered, he steps over and leans to grip at the black suit he sees through the open front of the Hunter’s white coat. Pulling with a grunt of effort to free the Woman, though he has to let go as he stumbles backward with the weight of his movement, leaving her to fall to the ground where she thankfully catches herself. Taking a breath with her freed, before he turns his focus back to the Beringel.

Darting to the Ape, he sees it rear back an arm to swing at him. Gaud swiftly drops to slide under, swiping up at the elbow with his claws before getting to his feet on the other side. Turning in the later end of his slide, he gets to his feet again quickly, swiping claws at the back of one of the beast’s knees to make it drop down to one side, getting it’s arm lower. Two more rapid swipes and he digs his claws into the elbow of the arm the Beringel had tried to hit him with from both sides. Growling out as he pulls to tear the appendage free from the  monster it belonged to, letting it drop to the ground and begin to flake away.

Rolling forward after to avoid it’s other arm as he catches it reaching across it’s body to try and grab at him. Instead using the new positioning to slice at the creature’s shoulder twice in succession, cutting deep enough to render the arm useless as it swings loosely to it’s side. The Ape reacting to such, it roars out in anger and with it’s open maw and bared fangs tries to lunge to bite at him. Giving a perfect opportunity for his hand to thrust up, sending claws into the underside of the creature’s jaw. Pulling the Beringel down, he digs his other hand into the back of it’s neck and roars out with effort as he pulls at the beast’s head.

It takes no more than a half minute of tearing and squelching before the Wolf succeeds. Separating the Ape’s head entirely, letting the body tumble lifelessly to the ground, as he spots a Sabyr coming over the top of the wall a sort distance from the now coughing Huntress. With a single strong swing of his arm, Gaud chucks the flaking head of the beast at it’s kin atop the wall, sending the feline off the wall and out of sight again. Huffing out a hot breath among the cold air in satisfaction before he turns and begins back to the masked Woman. Seeing her using her large curved blade as a support to get to her feet again. A smart use of something so big, but it made him snicker to himself even still.

Stopping beside her, he keeps his fingers clawed and the blades along his arms out. Sensing, hearing, and smelling more Grimm approaching the gap in the wall they were near, ready to counter them when the time came. Though he wondered about her.  “Can you move?” He can hear her swallow something that had gotten stuck in her throat to allow herself to reply.

“Y-Yeah, I can move in a second here...” 

Watching her in his peripheral, Gaud gives credit where it’s due, she told him a second and only a second passed after she spoke before she was standing straight. Moving her blade from supporting her weight, to being supported on her shoulder with her horned head high and tail whipping behind her. Smirking a toothy grin, not only pleased at the sight and how true she spoke, but at the amusing pose she took. As if she was trying to impress him almost, even though neither of them knew the other.

“Thank you for that save.” 

He almost responds, but the sound of snow crunching draws his attention from her, forcing his smirk to a scowl again. Instead, he grunts at her in confirmation of her thanks, before growling starts to rumble from his throat as he bares fangs of his own. Sabyrs, five of them... no, six, turning his gaze as if on cue to catch the last jumping atop some of the wreckage of the hole in the wall. Though just as fast as his gaze is drawn to the sixth Sabyr, it’s drawn back to the Huntress seeing her blade enter his peripheral and light up with the white energy like before.

Only a second of thinking passes before he reaches with his left hand to rest it on the flat of the blade and push it down. Physically tell her to stand down as he takes a breath to do the same verbally. He can, after all, smell the blood on her, the hint of iron through the sweat from both of them and the biting cold air. She wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer if things kept the way they were, he had the better chance. Fight fire with fire and all, if your horde problem is Grimm, get a Grimm to deal with it.

“You’re bleeding at a couple points on your chest and along your right side, dumbass, go to the slums where everyone’s gathering and get looked at by someone. I’ve got these little fucks handled.” Letting his toothy grin return as he growls and lowers himself, ignoring the slight discomfort he felt from the blade under his hand before lunging to the Sabyrs ahead of them with a flick of his tail. 

Grabbing the first Sabyr by the throat with his clawed grip, he smoothly swings his arm to batter a second one to the right with the first. Just as smoothly twisting himself with his arm rearing to toss the Sabyr in his grip at the third to the left. Dashing to the same to slash down with his claws at it’s throat, nearly severing the head in one swing before he twists his arm to grab the first by it’s neck once more. Gripping by the shoulder of one leg and digging his claws in to rip the appendage from the beast and throw it to the sixth that had pounced up atop some rubble.

The Sabyr ducked out of the way of it’s kin’s limb, he expected as much, but it wasn’t even his target in the moment with the first still flailing and hissing in his grip. No, he steps to the second again just as it recovers from being knocked down, stomping at it’s head to force it to the ground again. Seemingly ignoring the fourth just beyond it leaping to claw at him, before he raises the first to take it’s attack instead. The weight of the fourth with the damage he had already done to the firsts neck allowing the body to dislodge from the neck, though not entirely disconnect, as he lets it drop with a shove to trap the fourth beneath it struggling to get free. 

Golden eyes are trained on the one set low atop the rubble ready to pounce, but he hears the last behind him roaring first. From the sound of it, pouncing at him like the one in front was wanting to. Like the sixth was waiting to, as the moment he felt the fifth’s teeth press against his Aura over his shoulder and the claws dig into the life-essence barrier, he saw the sixth leap as well. 

Reaching behind, he grips the Sabyr on his back by the back of it’s skull mask, pulling it over and tearing it off from his shoulder, feeling just a bit of a catch in the fabric of his coat before it’s entirely free. Using his other hand to similarly stop the other, though by gripping below it’s bottom jaw instead. The fourth still beneath his foot, trying to claw through his Aura at his leg to get him off. The three feline Grimm all flailing about, powerless against him getting a chuckle as he bares his own fangs once more.

Twisting the fifth in his right hand to get to it’s throat, he bites into and tears away a chunk, spitting out the quickly flaking black fur and flesh chunk and tossing the body aside to scatter into the same particles. Using the now free hand to grab around the sixth’s mask to pull, tearing it bit by bit until, as the body falls limp, the skull mask comes free and he tosses both aside to disappear like the rest. Leaving the one under his foot for last, lifting his foot from it’s head to allow it to attempt something, which it takes the chance to try  and bite at his foot. A simple twist of which would stop it, preventing the jaw from closing proper, and allowing him to add all his weight to force the head to snap, killing the last of the Sabyr for the time being.

Looking in toward the city to try and spot the Huntress from earlier, catching only a glimpse of her coat disappearing behind a rooftop in the distance. He huffs a breath, freeing his foot before stepping to the rubble the one Sabyr had perched on, and taking a seat himself to keep watch for more Grimm. This was going to be a long fight...

[bauwolf]

Gaud Fenrir

Metalic Gold

24 (volume 1) | 25 (Volume 4)

Male

6′ 0″

Aromantic/Pansexual

Direwolf Faunus

Main Trait: Three foot long bushy tail with pitch black fur that matches the hair on the rest of his body in color

Sub-Traits: Most of his teeth are sharper and more fang-like in shape while still humanoid, tongue is thinner and more flexible/controllable

Pitch Black shoulder-length hair

Bright Gold eyes

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Semblance; Bone Mold

Gaud is able to grow extra bone structures from his skeleton, which will penetrate the skin to provide an exo-skeletal function of some kind. He can do almost anything he wishes with making shapes, extensions, armor, weapons, etc. with his bones because of this. He is able to make blades of bone along his arms, give himself proper claws at the ends of his fingers, and so on.

Whenever using his Semblance, his aura adjusts muscle, veins, skin, etc. as needed to allow the bone to push through without hurting himself. His skin, if it’s the first time he’s producing bone in that specific place on his body, will bleed slightly as the bone it extends beyond, but it never will on repeat instances in that same place. Additionally, his skin will immediately close again with minimal scarring whenever he undoes any bone extensions, leaving many places of his body just subtly scarred with marks that match the shape of the bone extension last made in such place.

Any bone extensions that Gaud produces with this Semblance are still protected by his Aura like his body proper, but they are also significantly stronger than normal bones. This allows him to use the Semblance without fear of it breaking on him in most circumstances. However, the more bone extensions he has active at any given time, the more strain is put on his body, and can lead to the protective and regenerative properties that his Semblance provides for himself failing completely, and making him bleed around the bone protrusions that he has active.

He can manage a larger number of smaller extensions without much worry, but larger stuff he can’t do much of. As an example, in most fights he gets into, Gaud will produce claws on his fingers, and blades of bone along the outer-sides of his forearms. Sometimes he may also make his teeth fangs proper to make his bites at his opponent worse than they would be otherwise. He’s able to handle this kind of stuff just fine, and can do it for extended periods of time.

Bone extensions can’t be longer than a foot beyond the surface of his skin.

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Grimm Imprint: Feral, Grimm, and Void states

When Gaud was young, he quickly grew to hate most anyone and anything around him. Eventually, with the treatment people were starting to give him due to this, a lot of people, including his own parents, were wanting him gone. Gaud fled from home on his own, ran out into the wild and eventually found himself approached by a Beowolf.

The beast, initially hostile towards the kid entirely, pushing and pinning him to the ground under a single heavy hand while the other reared up to strike for the kill. The Beowolf,  however, stopped before it attacked, and inspected the Faunus child closer. Smelling the pure hatred and anger that filled Gaud at the time, and thinking him one of it’s own, letting him live and leaving him alone.

Following the Beowolf, Gaud found himself joining a pack of them and living among them for a large portion of his life. Though the close proximity and constant direct interactions with these Beowolf eventually lead to an imprint being left on the boy, one which caused him to start experiencing moments where he loses control of himself entirely in times something bothers him too much or causes his anger to spike significantly.

The one version of this is his Feral state. Where his mind more or less shuts down and instinct takes over completely. Going off nothing but the basic animalistic urges and instincts. No thoughts, minimal emotions, hunting for prey and lashing out without mercy against any who are not his marked kin.

The other, and the much more dangerous, is his Grimm state. Any time he enters this state, Gaud’s seeing red, his anger through the roof and a blood-lust thrust upon him that’s so strong that he’s unable to do anything against it no matter how much he may try. His animalistic instincts of his Feral state, and his normal mind work together in this state, making him significantly more dangerous than he is normally, while feral, or any Alpha Beowolf across Remnant. Even to those who are marked kin.

His Semblance’s limitations are overridden in Grimm state, and automatically forces out extensions to mimic those of a Beowolf proper, save for the mask on the face. His skin, due to the high amount of bone extensions from his Semblance being forced into being, will instantly bruise and darken to look darker, making his arms, legs, back, and shoulders all blackened like a Beowolf proper.

The utterly overwhelming anger and hatred, the bloodlust, and the constant pain across his body due to everything leaves Gaud an unstoppable threat without lethal force, or extremely strong tranquilizers. His Aura still present in this state, he can take a beating long before, and long after it breaks. If he’s cut, stabbed, has a bone broken after his Aura drops, it doesn’t matter. He pushes through it all, not a single care for how damaging it may be for his body, and continues his hunt.

Only one thing will ever be worse than this with Gaud, and there is no warning to it beyond the abrupt formation of an Alpha Beowolf’s mask over his face in either Feral or Grimm state. In either state, if such a mask forms WITHOUT Gaud purposely making it, he will immediately lose himself to his Grimm state entirely. His body will darken to an abyssal black, his eyes will glow through the spaces in the mask, and black mist will spill from his maw at this point.

If this ever happens, the only options left are to hide, run, or kill him.

Gaud has only ever entered this state once before, and when he awoke, the village he had been living in for the time was completely destroyed, and all it’s inhabitants dead. He can remember glimpses of the night here and there, brief flashes of screaming faces or people trying to protect their loved ones. Sometimes even of horrified, frozen children’s faces. Yet any time he remembers how it felt, he can only ever explain it as “nothing”.

He has since called it Void State.

[bunchamunchafaunus]

greeneyedfaunus replied to your post: ���������� Kitra is greedy and wants more kisses.

Oh god, oh god, oh *Gaud!* Kitra tightened her grip on him, holding on for dear life. What had started as innocent most certainly shifted suddenly. And she *loved* it. Deep purrs reverberated through her with each rough kiss. Whenever he pulled away a whine left her as she tried to follow.

Catching her protesting noises got a chuckle out of him, making it tempting to be such a tease of an ass. A temptation he would give into, following the next lip lock by breaking away and rising above to put some distance between them. “Such a needy ‘kitty’ you are~” A snicker following, right before he’d slowly ease back down over top of Kitra. “I spoil you too much.” Stopping just a short space away, enough that he could let out a heated huff against her lips. “What do you think~?”

[bunchamunchafaunus]

“If I’m  ‘puppy’, what are you?” 

@greenxreaper

[bunchamunchafaunus]

Kitra tackles Gaud, then attempts to French dip him and smooch!

The tackle was normal, not much action taken to defend beyond adjusting himself to receive it. Kitra dipping him however? That went horribly wrong, causing the Wolf to panic and flail about, feet going out from under him causing the two to crash to the floor. At this point, more due to the downward momentum, did the kiss occur. Though it was closer to them slamming their teeth together than kissing.

[bunchamunchafaunus]

greenxreaper replied to your post: Snarling 

“I know you love me, you jackass!”

“I will bite you.”

[bunchamunchafaunus]

@greeneyedfaunus​ continued

Gaud knew all too well that doing what he currently was could lead to some... situations. Depended mostly on Kitra’s mood at the time as to whether it’d be his ass being beat, a heated intimate session, or, as things were now, a calming embrace. Such was why he kept to giving such treatment to a single ear, and kept it light, giving himself something to do with a person he cared about to fend off the rising beast with more ease. With her own hand gently working over his tail too, this was a prime situation for him to get into a fantastic mood. While he wouldn’t make his appreciation known vocally, or express his attraction to the Lynx, his head would lower to press his lips to the back of hers.

[bunchamunchafaunus]

Gaud stares at the Lynx a moment, taking in her outfit that she had picked out and restraining himself from jumping her. As long as he could anyway, as a moment later the Wolf was face-first in the exposed stomach of his partner. Rubbing his cheek against her and his tail wagging wildly behind.

@greeneyedfaunus

[bunchamunchafaunus]

Snarling 

[greeneyedfaunus]

“All I want is you.” ~ Gaud

@bunchamunchafaunus

Kitra was quiet when those words were whispered. Honestly she was unsure if he meant for her to hear them, as Gaud seemed to prefer wordless actions to convey what he meant. That was part of why they got along so well, even if their initial friendship was rather rocky.

She swore her heart skipped a beat as more sank in. There was something else she knew about the Wolf; he never said anything he did not mean. They were alike in that sense.

Finally, after what felt like a small eternity to her, the Lynx turned to face him, a smile on her lips. Her hand took his, giving it a firm squeeze. "You are all I want, too," she murmured. All she needed.

[bunchamunchafaunus]

😘😘😘😘😘 Kitra is greedy and wants more kisses.

It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse.

Hot on the heels of being pounced by the Lynx just a moment before, mid receiving the countless pecks across his face, Gaud shifts with her. Turning them to lower and pin Kitra to the couch he had just barely stood from to take control. Ceasing the peppering he was receiving by capturing her lips beneath his own in a deep, rough kiss. Making it last a half minute before he’d ease away, only to renew it again, and again. Each time more hungrily than the last while his hands gripped firm at her sides.

[bunchamunchafaunus]

"Puppy!"

Give my muse a nickname!

“...!?” Though his face screams conflicted thoughts rattling in his head, his tail, as if with a mind of it’s own, was wagging. Even if only slightly.

[bunchamunchafaunus]

greeneyedfaunus replied to your post: A sketch at the end of the day at work. Confused...

@bunchamunchafaunus ahhhhh yas. Yas she is

[bunchamunchafaunus]

😴 - what's the longest they've gone without sleep? Is skipping sleep a normal occurrence for them? For Gaud

The little things

Between going Feral multiple times over and being on the run from a few different parties, Gaud once went nearly two weeks without any proper sleep. Beyond that, it’s not uncommon for him to go a day or two without any sleep at all, then just be completely out of it for a whole day after.