✯ — remember the taker

Something was different. Something was evolving, moving, breathing through venerable lungs. A visitor was approaching the border of Tanglewood, and he certainly wasn't a stranger to the domain. Father Time moved through interlaced vines and spindly Cypress groves with the ease of an evening stupor. Tendrils of frigid air seeped through the cavities in his ivory mask, and not a hint of daylight dared to magnify his presence under the dense canopy. It was a pity that something so rotten was shrouded behind his ethereal disguise, but the world tends to be filled with rotten things regardless. Rather than spend his nights coercing the locals or dispersing his supply of nefarious artifacts, Father Time simply slept. He didn't remember when it began or why, but the once maleficent beast had retreated into a phase of impermeable slumber. Perhaps it was the prolonged isolation, or the dominance he failed to achieve over others, but at some point the creature had lost his direction.

While he woke up weaker than he was before, a devious ember still blistered within his soul. Perhaps his wicked ambitions were still waiting for his return, perpetuated by the ones he regarded as inferior. Father Time refused to acknowledge the inexplicable weakness that encumbered his vigor, or its gradual influence over his mind. He would never rely on others for security, at least, he would never truly admit that to himself. So then, what brought him back to Tanglewood's doorstep? To put it simply, he was borrowing time.

But eventually, everyone runs out of time.

✯ — male. no group. 7/10 difficulty. BIO. — ✯

✯ — remember the taker

The wolf's head pivoted as if to acknowledge the presence of another, yet he was perfectly silent for what seemed like an uncomfortably long time. The rest of Father's lofty physique eventually followed the turn of his head, carefully readjusting itself like a staggering tower of building blocks. His posture resembled that of a marionette tossed haphazardly into a child's trunk, as if it were a sad attempt at minimizing his size. As Father listened to the Cheetah's request, he tilted his head in a gesture that almost indicated a nonexistent smile. Had his flat, featureless face not been adorned with a Hannya mask, his mannerisms would have seemed rather pointless. Oh dear, it looks like I've been caught by surprise. He attempted to communicate to Elsweyr telepathically, given his lack of a mouth. His bleak delivery didn't quite match the alleviating verbiage behind his response, but he carried on regardless. Not need, but rather, want. Tanglewood has been a star in my sky for many seasons, and I was tempted to have a closer look. Father rose to his feet once more and approached the area beneath Elsweyr's perch. to put it simply, i would like to join.

✯ — male. no group. 7/10 difficulty. BIO. — ✯