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Nyarladoggy [comm]
A wolf wearing a black suit stood in the lobby of the Pulai Springs Country Club, impatiently tapping his cane against the polished floor. He glanced over his shoulder towards one of the doors leading into the function halls, over which a banner was placed with 'HALLOWEEN COSTUME BASH 2010' written on it in streaky red letters.
"Chiput-chiput-chiput..."
He turned towards the source of the odd mouth-sounds, and saw a cat walking towards him, dressed in a gaudy blue suit. Over his head was a modified blue motorcycle helmet, and one of his forearms was encased in a foam cylinder also painted a bright shade of blue.
"Yaali'll be here in a while, he's looking for a parking space." said Ryuumajin. "Nunu will be here around ten, in a Zero outfit." he said, before posing as if he was a-charging his laser.
Ezra folded his arms across his chest, and had the look of someone who was thinking: 'Oh my Lord's pink panties.'
An avian man in a pinstriped suit followed behind Ryuumajin. "And who might you be?" asked Ezra.
"I'm Harvey." said Hawkfeather.
"Dent?"
"Birdman."
"Do that thing you said you'd do." Ryuumajin said through a childlike grin, while waving his arms giddily. Hawkfeather leaned back slightly, and stretched out an arm before shouting: "OBJECTION!"
"What's with the red-tinted glasses?" said Ezra, after taking a moment to shake his head.
"I was halfway through a Matt Murdock costume." said the bird.
"Right. Well, Soulie's already inside, so..."
"What's she dressed as?" asked the cat.
"Liz Sherman."
Ezra raised his arms, with palms facing upward, as if holding up a pair of flaming tennis balls. Hawkfeather laughed. Ryuumajin was mystified.
"I still can't figure out who or what you are." said the hawk.
At this, Ezra grinned. He turned himself around in a full circle, showing off his black suit and the lining of purple feathers coming out of the collar and sleeves. With a flourish that would make any stage magician turn green with envy, he swept the aluminium-foil-covered cane upward and rested the head in his hand.
"Behold, Nyarlathotep."
Not as much as a single gasp from his audience.
"You know, the Outer God?"
Ryuumajin raised a finger and opened his mouth to speak, but decided that he didn't really think that's what Ezra meant.
"Servant of Azathoth?"
"You're a butler?" said Hawkfeather.
Ezra began scratching the back of his head, and adjusted the medal resting against his forehead. (He had repainted something he won from the chess club back in school.)
"The Crawling Chaos?" he offered.
"I hope not, that suit's way too nice for you to go dragging yourself on the ground with it." said Hawkfeather.
"The Black Man?" he tried, though he was sure this was an even less helpful reference.
"I thought you were Malay?" said Ryuumajin, quite sincerely.
Ezra's palm met Ezra's face. He had one eye visible through a gap between his fingers. "Yes, okay, I'm a freaking butler."
Soon, Yaali arrived to meet them, and was dressed, as he would for any day, in a blue suit. An exception to his routine is perhaps the bandages wrapped around the entirety of his head. His eyes were visible through gaps in the wrapping, and the bandages were loose enough for his mouth to move and speak. "I apologise, I am slightly late."
"What on Earth are you dressed as?" asked Ezra.
"Victim of a chemical burn to the face."
As the other two stared at the goat, Ezra already turned to go into the hall. "Fine. Let's just go in already."
Yaali glanced towards the wolf, nodded thoughtfully, and said: "Gentleman Nyarlathotep. Nice."
Original art by
zombiedog
Gentleman Nyarlathotep by Kazuma Kaneko.
Ezra by moi.
When I was younger, and playing with friends in Power Ranger-y games, I remember liking being the bad guy who everyone else seemed to have gang up to take down. I'm not sure if it's because I was relatively big kid, or if I actually liked being on the other side of the fence.
"Chiput-chiput-chiput..."
He turned towards the source of the odd mouth-sounds, and saw a cat walking towards him, dressed in a gaudy blue suit. Over his head was a modified blue motorcycle helmet, and one of his forearms was encased in a foam cylinder also painted a bright shade of blue.
"Yaali'll be here in a while, he's looking for a parking space." said Ryuumajin. "Nunu will be here around ten, in a Zero outfit." he said, before posing as if he was a-charging his laser.
Ezra folded his arms across his chest, and had the look of someone who was thinking: 'Oh my Lord's pink panties.'
An avian man in a pinstriped suit followed behind Ryuumajin. "And who might you be?" asked Ezra.
"I'm Harvey." said Hawkfeather.
"Dent?"
"Birdman."
"Do that thing you said you'd do." Ryuumajin said through a childlike grin, while waving his arms giddily. Hawkfeather leaned back slightly, and stretched out an arm before shouting: "OBJECTION!"
"What's with the red-tinted glasses?" said Ezra, after taking a moment to shake his head.
"I was halfway through a Matt Murdock costume." said the bird.
"Right. Well, Soulie's already inside, so..."
"What's she dressed as?" asked the cat.
"Liz Sherman."
Ezra raised his arms, with palms facing upward, as if holding up a pair of flaming tennis balls. Hawkfeather laughed. Ryuumajin was mystified.
"I still can't figure out who or what you are." said the hawk.
At this, Ezra grinned. He turned himself around in a full circle, showing off his black suit and the lining of purple feathers coming out of the collar and sleeves. With a flourish that would make any stage magician turn green with envy, he swept the aluminium-foil-covered cane upward and rested the head in his hand.
"Behold, Nyarlathotep."
Not as much as a single gasp from his audience.
"You know, the Outer God?"
Ryuumajin raised a finger and opened his mouth to speak, but decided that he didn't really think that's what Ezra meant.
"Servant of Azathoth?"
"You're a butler?" said Hawkfeather.
Ezra began scratching the back of his head, and adjusted the medal resting against his forehead. (He had repainted something he won from the chess club back in school.)
"The Crawling Chaos?" he offered.
"I hope not, that suit's way too nice for you to go dragging yourself on the ground with it." said Hawkfeather.
"The Black Man?" he tried, though he was sure this was an even less helpful reference.
"I thought you were Malay?" said Ryuumajin, quite sincerely.
Ezra's palm met Ezra's face. He had one eye visible through a gap between his fingers. "Yes, okay, I'm a freaking butler."
Soon, Yaali arrived to meet them, and was dressed, as he would for any day, in a blue suit. An exception to his routine is perhaps the bandages wrapped around the entirety of his head. His eyes were visible through gaps in the wrapping, and the bandages were loose enough for his mouth to move and speak. "I apologise, I am slightly late."
"What on Earth are you dressed as?" asked Ezra.
"Victim of a chemical burn to the face."
As the other two stared at the goat, Ezra already turned to go into the hall. "Fine. Let's just go in already."
Yaali glanced towards the wolf, nodded thoughtfully, and said: "Gentleman Nyarlathotep. Nice."
Original art by
zombiedogGentleman Nyarlathotep by Kazuma Kaneko.
Ezra by moi.
When I was younger, and playing with friends in Power Ranger-y games, I remember liking being the bad guy who everyone else seemed to have gang up to take down. I'm not sure if it's because I was relatively big kid, or if I actually liked being on the other side of the fence.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
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