Graveyard [ private rp ]

An animal doesn’t care for trivial things such as thoughts or conscious.
If it’s on the hunt, the only thing it’ll care about, is its target.
And if that target happens to be you.



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:Graveyard:




:Character list:

Cass @Soapster
Oliver @/Checkmate

( EEEEEEE IM GLAD UR HYPED AND HELL YEAH I CAN LETS GOOOO. )

It was the summer of 2024 in upstate New York, fields upon fields of trees and forests were seen. The air was warm….the birds were chirping.

A gray van was seen parked out in the middle of nowhere of the forest trail, chopping sounds could be heard—the gray vans door was a jar.


But nothing was seen, only the disgusting sounds…of chopping.

Time had passed and a man of 6 feet, wearing a white, black buttoned collar shirt with a black bow tie and black overalls was seen. He wore black dress shoes too that were crunching on the gravel trail. An axe was seen on his right shoulder and a coarse type cloth was seen over his head….like it belonged to a potato bag? Some kind of sack was over his head and was used as a mask.

And in his left hand…was a bloodied severed head that was stuck in permanent shock, its tendons and skin dripped fresh blood as it trailed behind him.

“ I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom.
For me and for you, and I think to myself….
What a wonderful world~” The axe murderer sang to himself, his voice was rich, and thick and heavily obnoxiously British.

The axe held dripped with blood as well as it was as stated before fresh. He was heading home to his cabin in the woods, that was his summer stay. He had a home in the bustling streets of New York but even he wanted peace from the horrid pests that plagued earth.

That’s right, he saw humans as nothing but pests. Poison.

He was doing the world a favor in his eyes.

He continued walking peacefully without care as if he owned this side of the woods—in which he did..actually. Territory wise he did…but legally? No, his presence was just ….easily and obviously able to be detected by the heavy weight in the air.

He was an animal…a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

You’ll never see him coming.

( EEE AND NAHAHAHAA I LOVE THAT POSSTT. NGL IT FEELS SO TRIPPY WITHOUT THE DRAGON ACADEMY STUFF GOING ON. )

Oliver walked calmly in his part of the woods, humming softly to himself. He eventually came up to his little peaceful cabin in the woods. He grinned softly underneath his mask, it really was just a potato sack rag that he had red bloodied circled eyes on and cut holes out so he can see through.

He had no idea of another’s presence in his territory, he wasn’t entirely territorial…..not like a certain white haired woman would be. But he didn’t like people intruding on his property.

The man walked up the wooden steps only for them to creak ever so slightly as he still held the man’s head in his left hand.

His latest victim was a man in his 40’s, he was a bad man, he took advantage of so many women, and men too. Killed a good few as well and had a poor dog chained to the tree.

Oliver had taken time to hunt this man, he had made sure to get the dog to the vet and the pound so it’ll have a place to stay and get adopted.

And when he had the time to find his victim again, he showed no mercy. And that very victims head was in his left hand.

Upon entering his cabin after opening the door with his hip, he closed the door with his foot and started humming again calmly.

The very first thing you saw was the living room after entering in a medium lengthen hallway but the hallway was in short distance to the living room. It had a cozy fire place for the winter and a rather large kitchen.

In front of the white couch was a dog bed, and on that dog bed was his Great Dane companion Castor. Castor was a Dalmatian looking type with black and white splotches on him. Castor perked up upon seeing his owner and he trotted up happily to greet him.

Oliver looked over at Castor with a warm and loving smile and nodded, he then proceeded to head further inside to clean up.

“ Don’t worry buddy I’ll getcha some food, just give me a moment clean up alright?” He said softly.

Castor panted softly and wagged his long tail, his ears were normal too. There were no such thing as cropped or chopped anything on this dog, and he was quite health and well spoiled by his friend.

Oliver smiled and headed into the kitchen.

Time to eat.

( O O O O O P—-DAMNNNN I L O V E THAT POST. )

As Cass was feasting, Oliver was done cleaning himself up, the man had blonde hair done in a short fashion with tufts on the front, rounded glasses that had the hot pink color stained on its glass, he still wore his outfit from earlier, and his eyes, were a gorgeous blue. Rich like sapphires.

But cold….brown were always warm and welcoming to the soul as some say but blue…and lighter colors tended to off put some and feel no connection to the human or animal. Like those of a huskies.

Oliver had a fine face, it was very angular and he even had a stubble of a beard. His jaw however, was strong, very strong. And his canines were sharp and precise. He was a very handsome man..but deadly.

The doctor reached up and grabbed his black bow tie and fixed it for a few seconds only to clear his throat.

He looked towards his left and spoke.

“ Alexa play Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones.” He said, his voice rich and clear.

And just like that the music device spoke that was on his black marbled counter “ Paint it black by The Rolling Stones now on Spotify. “ the robotic woman’s voice played as a flash of light blue was seen around the oval shaped gray speaker box.

“ I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars
And they're all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back “

Oliver’s kitchen was a decent sized one, it even had a counter top island in the middle complete with a sink and dishwasher for a cabin in the woods. Needless to say, everything was rather pricey…

Oliver went to the fridge that was on his left side in swift and opened it, he glanced down with a calculative glance.

There were a mixture of food, normal food, beef chicken pork, were all for Castor, but…in the bottom drawer and in the freezer..and on a few shelves in the middle….we’re human flesh and parts. All finely chopped..and labeled. Kept in mini containers and constantly sterilized so they wouldn’t contaminate anything else around them.

After all he wouldn’t want to contaminate his poor boys food now would he? He grabbed chicken for Castors dish, It was in its plastic bag on the top shelf. He then grabbed some parsley and pumpkin, some raw eggs. And a few veggies for his dog companion.

Castor in question was sitting behind the island counter and watching his friend intently only to yawn in such a loud manner, his long tongue dipping out as he vocalized his yawn in such a cartoonish fashion and to tilt his bead back only to put it back up right and to lick his jaws. His tail wagging happily. But all the while he waited patiently for his meal.

In swift, Oliver sat the food on the table and got the pan ready, quickly grabbed the olive oil from the top cabinet right in front of him and gave it a splash. And a dash of butter from the small round dish on the counter on the right of him. All of this was done in swift, as if he’s had experience.

Unlike some of his kind, he couldn’t eat raw, it was downright disgusting and felt like raw chicken to him. He turned to cooking and it opened a whole new world of possibilities for him.

He couldn’t be able to hear the poor man’s screams, but inside..he felt something was off in his territory…his eyes narrowed as he looked up for a split second. As if he had a sixth sense…but he shrugged it off for now and he proceeded to place the chicken in the pan.

( THE BABYYYYYYYYY AND SJDJSJDJSJ )

Oliver was still cooking, he was great at it actually, really skilled and could even have a career in cooking if he so desired but he chose not to. It was too crowded with people for his liking. Being a doctor however, that was his realm of expertise.

He liked to use his mind, to think and to examine…to calculate. As Cass was a predator of the more…animalistic nature as it appears. Oliver was…an animal in his own making. He was a different kind—strategic. But sometimes he indulged in the more violent acts of their kinds nature…no, take it back, he always did whenever he had a victim he hunted down.

Oh-speaking of..that victim? He left the head in the freezer. He’d disinfect the freezer later as well as clean up the body by that abandoned gray van earlier. He couldn’t afford to have anyone find him, this was a rather sloppy kill on his end today…he blamed his desire for the high and fix that he hadn’t gotten in a small bit.

Normally he was a bit more careful with his kills..and yes even though he was out in the woods…almost the middle of nowhere he didn’t want to risk the potential of passerby’s or campers stumbling upon his kill.

And perhaps if he doesn’t go back to the kill the other animal in the woods would probably clean in it up. After all a free meal. And speaking of that kill wasn’t too far from Cass herself, the gray van of Oliver’s victim and the body was a block or so away…easily accessible.

Oliver kept on cooking the chicken and seasoning it slightly with dog friendly seasonings, absolutely no salt seeing as dogs couldn’t take in too much salt. But he did do pepper.

“ I've seen people turn their heads
And quickly look away
Like a newborn baby
It just happens everyday
I look inside myself
And see my heart is black
I see my red door
I must have it painted black
Maybe then, I'll fade away
And not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up
When your whole world is black “

The Alexa device was playing on his cooking counter.

And Castor, his loyal companion was still kindly sitting and watching his friend cook his meal. Castor was a really well behaved dog, Oliver was also really well in training animals, taking care of them. He loved animals actually…more-so than his own kind which…let’s face it, was that ever actually wrong?

Oliver still felt as if something was wrong and off though…like….something else was in his presence….and it was nagging at him to no end.


He wasn’t alone and he knew it.

( EEEE YAY GUD AND AAAAAAA NEHEHEHE I LOVE THAT POST SHE SPOOKY. )

Eventually after around 10 minutes Oliver would set a freshly cleaned dog bowl down with kibble, chicken chopped and cooked into cubes, pumpkin mushed in along with parsley to help with breath, and good ole goose egg.

Castor was still waiting behind the island, practically drooling a river in his long floppy cheeks.

“ Kommen. “ Oliver commanded firmly, his voice rough and rugged with a german accent, he knew a good handful of other languages and German was one of his favorites he loved to study. He chose to do most of his commands for Castor in german, it made it more difficult for others to tell his friend what to do and will solely remain loyal to him. At least…that’s how he thought it.

And without so much as hesitation, Castor pranced over to his dog dish, the other dog bowl held fresh water for him too and the Great Dane began eating.

Oliver smiled softly as he ran his hand gingerly along the Dane’s neck, Castors fur was silky soft, the dog was well built too. His gaze remained soft as he watched his friend eat before he stood up and pulled away only to then get food for himself. The Doctor opened the refrigerator once more and scanned its contents.

no i had lung yesterday….pancreas was a week ago. Oliver thought to himself as he scrunched his face in a troubled manner as to what to eat. His eyes then landed on human heart. Oliver felt his mouth water as he practically grinned like an imp.

He found human heart to be a delicacy, to him it was the best thing out of the whole body. The brain…too mushy…too rubbery too. Honestly funny enough the brain was his least favorite thing to eat on the human body. Just downright fat and rubber and it made him gag. Even cooked it tasted..flubbery.

He had a small square see through container that held a good amount of chopped up heart pieces and so he snatched that right of the bat. If he spoiled his friend today…( let’s face it he spoils castor like that everyday with his meals ) but he figured he deserved a treat.


Oliver shut the door in swift and began humming happily as he started cooking his own meal.

( O O O P——THE POOR COYOTE NUH. BUT NEHEHEHE I LOVE THAT POST.)

Oliver half way through cooking his meal, tensed and perked up as heard the coyotes yelp and howl and alert one another.

Castor had just finished his meal and licked his jaws only to perk his head up and to start barking and alerting as well. He growled and dashed over to one of the windows in the kitchen that looked out the drive way. He barked loudly along with the coyotes but no one would be able to hear him since he was stuck inside.

Oliver grumbled seeing as his own meal was interrupted, he turned the stove off and shoved the pan aside, and seeing as the heart chopped up pieces were half way cooked he can eat them. He snagged a few pieces into the palm of his hand and quickly shoved the pieces and began mowing them down.

Munching on his meal he hurried on over and placed a hand tenderly on Castors back, as he was munching still he glared out the window rather coldly and harshly. He could faintly hear the coyotes in the distance, sometimes he heard them at night too which were bone chillingly beautiful.

But the animals…had alerted another animal in the woods. And that animal was him.

Castor eventually stopped barking and just growled as he stayed alert. Oliver glared at the window and out into the forest. Something was wrong.

He tenderly pat Castors forehead and turned around and decided to take a look himself. He went to the closet and grabbed his mask, only to then grab his bloody axe that he didn’t have time to clean. She then swiftly and smoothly pulled the bag like mask over his head and he walked to the door.


“ Bleiben. “ Oliver ordered Castor and just like that, the Great Dane sat by the window and whined a bit but he stayed put.

With that, the doctor opened the door and closed it behind him, he took off to investigate the sounds.

( YA A S. S S SS OMFG I LOVE THAT POST BRO HOLY SHIT—CHILLS.)

Oliver eventually took the more stealthy route, making sure his feet never broke a single twig. He wasn’t far from her at all but also not that close…about a three city streets away he was. He was hunched over as he remained hidden in the bushes and the trees. The mask was over his head as well and he narrowed his eyes.

Someone was in his territory…and he didn’t like it. Again, he wasn’t that territorial like a certain tiger shifter, but he still didn’t like others in his home. And something about this certain intruder….felt off…which made him extra alert.

Oliver was slowly approaching Cass’s spot where the dark gray van was at his old kill. And as soon as he got near, he could see the dead body was all skeleton and nothing but a pair of bloodied feet.

And that made his eyes widen.

He gripped his axe.

At least I don’t have to worry about that anymore..but now I’ve got a new thing to worry about. Oliver thought to himself as he remained well hidden. He didn’t move, he just listened and stayed alert.