#Hunters-House

[oflostinfound]

@hunters-house replied to your post “❝ That little brat better consider herself lucky...”:

“Who exactly *is* her father?”

❝ She hasn't told you? My my.... seems the brat is keeping secrets. ❞

[irrfahrer]

“You're covered in blood. Is it yours?” (From Master Hedtlet)

He had waited for her in one of the sidecorridors and had grabbed her like she had grabbed him nine years ago that night in their Clans chamber to make her point with her teeth in his throat and her claws cutting in his flesh. The fight- or more the scuffle- was over as soon as it had begun, Ziv had been the best at duels and direct hand-to-hand combat in her Clan and she still was and Joon was too angry to focus enough to make any damage beside the dropped teapot, her bursted lip and a few bruises. Before anyone could notice the scuffle in the corridor Ziv had gotten away, had grabbed the rests of the teapot which shards had cut hersmall paws and had continued her way to the sickbay with her bursted lip colouring her pelt from her chin down to her chest deep crimson like dye.

The bright light of the sickbay with its whites walls and white floor and white furnitures and white beds hurted in Zivs bruised eyes like needles, yet her ears promptls turned to Avoirs voice when he asked her something. With a quiet laughter Ziv walked over to one of the basins for washing tools and cleaned her face and paws, the water hurting on the injuries like acid. She hissed, yet as a medic she always stated to her patients to not be squeamish, so she was also not going to be that out of pride and also to be a proper example. The pain throbbed in her paws and face like a second , frantic heartbeat.

"Not entirely mine, but he looks worse.", She thought about the fresh clawmarks on Joons face, she thought about the way his arm had been cracking like a brittle branch when she had pressed him to the floor, his arm turned up his back. It needed minutes until the water in the basin turned first pink and then eventually clear again, yet there stayed a rose hue in the fur of the Tynnans face even after she dried her head with the edge of her skirts. With a frown she fumbled on her split bloody lip until she eventually only grabbed for a pack of medical strips, pressed the edges of the injury together and put the strips over the cut from her lip to her small chin to keep the injury together, before she put a bigger plaster over the construct. The throbbing pain stayed, but it was nothing but an echo. "Master Hedtlet,", Ziv put the rests of the broken can on one of the shelfs, before she climbed on another shelf, grabbed another can and started to prepare another pot of tea whichs aromatic scent soon filled the sickbay like a parfume, drowning the clean, chemical scent of sanitizer and after pineapple smelling bacta. Her lip felt as heavy as if made of numb metal and she needed a little longer than usual to form the words: "- just because you are my Master, does not mean that you need to know anything about my kriffing personal life. You are after all my Jedimaster and not my kriffing Créchemaster, you see."

"You do not want to know who I am dragging-for-you-know-what in my chambers when visting the temple, hm? There is reason my telepathic spectrum of the Force manifested into a kriffing thick wall in my head- I like my privacy and I am pretty kriffing sure you really do not want to know whats going on behind that skull of mine." She put the teacan on the small stand beside the mans bed and sat down on the edge of the bed, filling the tea in a cup to hand it to Avoir. It was not the proper way a traditional teaceremony between a Jedi Master and their Padawan should be as the Tynnan ahd been teached as a child, but there was tea and a Jedimaster and a Padawan so for now that was enough. Wriggling her fluffy ears like a humanoid would wriggle their eyebrows jokingly, the young woman added: "So anyway, the real kriffing question is- how are you feeling? You up to leave the temple soon? Like, not that I do not like beeing in my childhoodhome, but you know, -",you know, I am sitting alone in the refectorys because I do not know anyone around me anymore. You know, I am spending all my days in the Archives to avoid seeing any familiar faces that have what I had wished for for years and are now already knights. You know, I avoid any familair faces because I can´t stand seeing their compassionate eyes over me beeing send to the AgriCorps and me beeing picked so late as a Padawan and me having now a Master sick and injured in the Halls of Healing. You know, I can not stop thinking about what I have done wrong or what I have not known or how I have not been fast enough to protect you from what had happned with your lightsaber. You know, because I am still a Farmer at heart and I have learned and seen so very different sides of the Galaxy as a Farmer that I can not share with any of those people around here for Farmer is still an insult. You know, because I have nothing else to do but train and read I am thinking about my dreams and I can not stop thinking about them, about who is calling me, about what I am missing in those dreams, about how I am failing to understand what I need to do. You know, because every morning I wake up with the stench of rot in my nose and the feeling of cold, dead fingers digging and ripping into my fur through my skin down into my muscles and I don´t understand, I don´t understand, I don´t understand. Ziv did not said a single one of those sentences, but they lay on her tounge like stones and made it hard to breath. Just for a second. Just a second, before she swallowed and continued with a sweet cheep:

"-people need to cut the umbilical-cord someday and I think if I eat one more time what the chefs in the southern Ziggurat-refectory name as a kriffing nerfsteak, I am going to go berserk and I would prefer to spare that kriffery the litte pup-younglings hopping through the temple, you see."

[ @hunters-house ]

[thecursedraven]

Bright Lights- Closed Starter

As much as he loved socializing with people, he wasn't the type of person to frequent casinos as often as everyone else. Usually, if he did go, it was always for business meetings that for whatever reason couldn't be rescheduled to anywhere else. Such as tonight.

He knew that it was a dangerous game for himself- all this money and assorted valuables just sitting there, waiting to be taken…

But, Wenria and Astra would both petition for his head if he caused a scene here, and though he may be their boss, he wasn't going to push his luck.

Brushing off his suit and turning, he raised a glass as his presumed contact for the night made their way to his table.

@hunters-house

[piedpip3rrr]

What is this? A crossover episode???

[anona1-mous]

‼️cw: blood, horror art

"out of all the grimwalkers, you looked the most like him."

[sixofclovers]

Just taking a little break

[electraslight]

homunculous son or unkillable elder god daughter

[astrolavas]

a bit late for mermay but. obligatory mermaid au

[itsmeyesitsme]

Since everyone draws Hunter's scars differently, even the animators of the show (shame!)

HC: Hunter's scars are magical like himself, so they move around his body.

[kinsey3furry300]

Okay so hear me out...

BONUS CURSED CONTENT! Laios and Hunter have the same wolf Fursona:

EDIT: Following feedback, I’m changing the Willow/Chilchuck panel from “A parent in a child’s body who is just done with everyone’s shit” to “Carrying the team, Done with everyone’s shit.” I don’t want anything I produce to be hurtful or upsetting to anyone, so even though I don’t feel it’s as impactful, and least it’s not infantilising. This will probably achieve little to nothing now the meme has breached containment but it’s the least I can do. Thank you all for feedback.

[sunnyirry]

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[oflostinfound]

@hunters-house replied to your post “Eath observing you what do you do?”:

Button: Stares back… and their eyes glow a little.

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ ..... ❞

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Hm. ❞

[irrfahrer]

Avoir Hedtlet: 183 cm.

Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine!

"Ah,wonderful. Great Jedimasters do not only steal my future in becoming a kriffing Jediknight by sending me to the kriffing AgriCorps, now one of them also steals my pride by beeing kriffing taller than me. Its fine. This is fine. All is fine. I am not ready to bite out someones throat, I am totally kriffing cool.", the young woman rolled her eyes dramatically: "Yes, Master, that was a joke. No need to look at me so devasted. But also keep in mind the kriffing throat-part, because that will happen to you if you ever feel an itch in your elbow that tells you my head is on the perfect height to be used as a kriffing armrest."

[soldrawss]

I miss them I miss them so much I just wanna give them silly clothing and a fun childhood

[piedpip3rrr]

[WIP] 2019 core

[undead-animator]

Here's some The Owl House fan art from a while back.

It was fun making it, but then everyone's designs changed immediately after.

Do not repost without permission.