♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby

graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ wolf shapeshifting to crow

“Oh, hello!” the winged wolf cawed from the trees. Vale stood up, teetering on the branch, and waved a skeletal paw. The paw’s wrist cracked. “GREETINGS! Typhoon healers.”

Vale’s wrist popped clean off, dropped through the air, and attempted to land on Gael’s head. The wolf sat down, made an obviously fake surprised face, and tapped vis remaining forelimb to vis chest. “Oh? Was that me? Was that bundle of bones me, from me? I suppose you’ll ignore that, like you ignored my slam poetry? You know! In a proper rap battle, not even bothering to show would eliminate you!” Black puss dripped from Vale’s face, ran down vis chest, and the heavy liquid dragged ragged clumps of fur along with it.

The red eyed wolf, wings pinned to vis sides, leaped off the branch and smattered on the ground. Bones snapped! Rotting flesh bounced! And in the beaten clump of rotting gore, a little crow tore itself free of tangled tendons and rib bones. The crow tutted to vemself and fluttered over to Roan and Rosemary.

“Woe is me, for I have many, ahem, issues! Many points of sorrow, indeed! Thoughts dripping out, out, out! I would ask our fleshmender for therapy, but I'm afraid I need someone mOrE iMpArTiAl than tHe LeAdEr'S dAuGhTeR!! The leader, whom, I must add, ignores my very existence, hahaha, can you see? How that would? Drive anyone mad?” Vale did a little jig, hopping from foot to foot, and stuck out vis tongue at Aine.

Blood weeped from the center of vis forehead, and an eye sprouted out of the wound. Bowed low, ve bobbed vis head and turned back to the healers. “Will one of you therapy my brain?"

He's late, he's late, of course he's bloody late, he had barely been within Elysium's own borders this month, it was safe to say he hadn't known the meeting was today until eh, rather soon. No, no, he'd been staying away from the mountain group- he's got a project for himself, see, something big, something splendid... something nobody else knows of yet, that's true, of course- no, he'd not even told Hani or Alani, and that's quite a shocker all things considered.

He doesn't burst through the buses, no, too much of a big entrance and considering by the smell it seemed there were quite a few people here- well, he didn't want to draw too much attention to himself. He hadn't last time, mere introductions and his skulking in the shadows, he'd appeared more as a bodyguard to his leaders than for any, eh, formalities.

This time he steps quietly out of the bushes and into the sunlight, cerulean optics peeled to assess who was here and who was not- no sign of his leaders, which is a surprise as they'd attended the previous two, but oh well. Guess he's just here in her stead, then.

And then he spots Tena, and it's with a great deal of weight off his shoulders that he hurries to her side, shaking various twigs or leaves from his subtly curled fur. He stands at her side with almost indifference painted across his face as the wolf- or, now a crow, actually- seems almost to beg for attention; he wants to scoff but he keeps quiet, and though the scene is grotesque and abhorrent, he doesn't squirm nor show any signs of discomfort; no, when you've died and watched people die all around you for two years you become accustomed to such sights, although even still they come as a shock. That said, it's clear by the loud squawking that seems to resonate in his ear that the bird isn't dead, and so he has no reason for concern beyond that, though the crow seems to be very concerned with being ignored.

He tunes out then, doesn't speak until everyone else has too quieted down, and his voice- a rough growl, deeper and more baritone than last he came here, perhaps due to lack of use- resonates, albeit not purposefully. "I'm Loey- Loey Xenias, a member of Elysium too." and at once he cuts himself off, allowing everyone else's talk to flow through his head- he turns to Gael at one point, eyes narrowed and ears twitching, and it's clear he's realized just what Tena said.

The appearance of the twins isn't a shock, they were bound to have showed up at some point, but even still as he sets his sights upon them he jolts as if he'd just touched a live wire, the fur along his spine standing on end as they moved to seat themselves beside him.

For a moment he thinks they won't say anything to him and he allows himself to settle down, but as Hani's voice greets his ears he seems to lurch sideways in an odd, surprised sort of way. Perhaps, if anyone were looking in his direction, they'd see his bright, cerulean gaze sweep across the gathered crowd before deducing that nobody had seen his odd behavior and settling back down.

At once after he'd calmed himself he angled his upper body so he was leaning towards Hani and Alani, as if preparing to speak, though Hani's voice rose over his; it took but a moment for him to digest what had been said, and immediately his mind began to wander; this, then, would be something to do with what happened at the gathering Loey had missed.

He allowed Hani and Alani time to settle then, before trying to speak again; "I'm glad to see you here." no doubt, if his previous muck-ups were anything to go by. "Nothing's happened thus far, 'sides the crow being er... well, he doesn't like being ignored, 's put it that way."