[member=2508]Tamaki[/member]

Once upon a time, Mirio had been proudly fighting alongside his friends at UA. Once upon a time, he had been the first on the list for the next no. 1 pro-hero. He had been great, but it was only because of the love he had for protecting those around him. He was a hero, not because of his quirk, but because of his determination to save those who are in danger. He was brilliant, because the pride of protecting others and defending his country was also his downfall. He remembered his death vividly, it was something he could never get out of his brain despite how many times he tried to forget during the darker days. The villain had been robbing a bank, he was quirkless, and despite being powerful even without his quirk, he was out-matched in power. He had died a heroic death, and that was the end of Lemillion.

His death had been a major heartbreak in U.A. and amongst the country, their beloved Lemillion struck down with unjustice and reality. He couldn't do anything without his quirk, is what people claimed. They chose to honor the blonde-haired legacy, even after his passing. Even after his reincarnation. Even after the Gods had gifted him with this new life, something even he didn't see coming. Maybe it was because he chose to live his life as a hero, to do all things good, to smile even during a dangerous situation. He was Lemillion, after all.

It had been a long walk, Mirio had noticed. He and Tamaki had been walking for a long time, longer than he knew Tamaki minded. The male hated change, hated crowds, so Mirio had researched as many places as possible while he was here in this world. After he had found the hybrid, had reunited with his childhood crush and best friend, they had set off for their new home. The Rosebloods. A warbound clan, as they called it. There had been a fire fairly recently, wiping out the Roses territory and forcing them to move. Now, the golden retriever had found himself at the borders of an unfamiliar territory, his enhanced senses dialing up slowly to allow his hearing and smell to improve.

"You still there, Tama-ki?" Mirio softly, soothingly, called out to his friend which he knew would be trailing shortly behind. He was never too far away from him. He knew the hybrid missed Hado, but he couldn't find the girl anywhere to be seen. He wished the Big Three could be together again, he knew Hado-chan would find them, she was incredibly smart, and was always so curious to find out new things. Maybe, if she was reincarnated into this world, too, they could be together.

His death had been swift, but it had still been painful, bloody, and gorey. A villain just didn't know when to stop, and Mirio didn't want to go down like that again. Besides, it seemed in this world, he wasn't quirkless. He had his quirk back, he could walk through solid things like it was nothing again. Of course, he still had to hold his breath while he was walking through said objects.

When he had heard the shuffle of his hybrid friend's feet, the golden retriever glanced back with a kind, warm smile. He knew Tamaki wanted to go home, he knew something had happened to his friend that made him like this. He didn't deserve to suffer, he was much too kind to suffer. "We can't go back, Tamaki. I.. Wish we could return, together, but we can't." Mirio confessed, his smile faltering for just a moment before he leaned his head down, attempting to gently nuzzle his friend's cheek affectionately. He wanted to be the sense of calm that Amajiki so desperately seeked, but he couldn't just force his friend to be happy. It was up to Tama to make himself happy, to see life as worth living again.

"I can promise you this, though, I'll protect you. Nobody will ever hurt you, Tamaki. Not for as long as I'm here." Mirio said reassuringly, his long, fluffy tail wagging side to side to empathize his point. While he was under the golden-haired canine's watchful gaze, he wouldn't be harmed. Mirio would sacrifice himself as many times as possible to save those he cared about, he was much too prideful not to want to save them.

Turning his gaze back to the territory, Mirio waited patiently. Come soon, people. Come soon.

"The Gods have plans for us, Tamaki.." He muttered softly, midnight irises focusing on the terrain laid out before him.

Korean and English? Impressive. The japanese male was rather impressed with the fact that this girl could even speak two languages. It seemed that English was a second though, same for Mirio. "Ah, yes. We're here to join. My name is Togata Mirio. Call me Mirio." He barked, scooting a bit to hide his friend away from the burning gaze of the albino dragon. "This guy down here is Amajiki Tamaki, I think he'd prefer if you called him Amajiki, but it isn't up to me." He spoke again, a proud smile on his face that seemed to radiate with happiness and excitement. He was excited, happy to be here, but deep down, the feeling of never being able to go back home ate at him. He wished he could take his Suneater back home, away from this place. He knew Tamaki hated sunlight.

"It'd be our pleasure to join the rosebloods, madam." Mirio snickered, a playful grin on his face.

/rushed + mobile

TALYN is an INDORAPTOR that stands at a height of 9FT, His species allows bipedal and quadrupedal movement, he wields bone crushing teeth and frightful strength. He resides within the ROSEBLOODS. his parents were REQUIEM x BRIDGEWATER of an old site litter, with last names of Valdis, Kuchiki and HARBINGER. he is the RED ASPECT of WAR of 4 and has amnesia of any past lives after the merging.

War's steps were light and precise with the same in built threat of thsi form - the red aspect was quiet merely stepping up beside the monarch to his name - he found those titles somewhat an irony if only due to the connection - a minor incline of the head to Jiyu and the others he knew less of than the smaller feline.

"Talyn" he offered watching the two with wary eyes - inherently suspicious but the one in the lead seemed genuine enough, Togata as he'd named himself.

/short bc im still sick oof.

[align=center]HYMN OF RUIN

Count bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums