07-08-2018, 08:02 AM
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And the sky was littered
with the corpses of stars,
with the corpses of stars,
/pre much avatar, pale white, black hair with a white streak tho, short and his eyes stay the same - an this is a rough outfit ref: x (though the cape would fade from white to galaxy patterned black in my mind, with the centre pendant a white/gold dragon with pink eyes)
It was strange - at least in this verse - to go to bed as one thing and then wake up entirely different, but to Anzarel this was rather surprising mostly because he'd thought he'd lost this particular form. Staring at his vaguely claw tipped hands, eyebrows rising in surprise, he raised one of them to feel his hair - ah no such luck, no horns - and coupled with no feeling of extra weight at his back, he guessed - no wings either.
so no, maybe he hadn't regained this form - so much as now resembled it sans all the extra that pointed to his more otherworldly nature, human in truth perhaps.
he got up - briefly noting, he was still certainly taller than the average human though not pushing nine feet, more a solid 6.5, so some things seemed universal no matter his form, he'd always be something of a giant, he snorted - at least he wouldn't have trouble with high cupboards.
glancing around he found what he was searching for - a mirror,
which confirmed quite a bit, he wore his old uniform, lightly armoured in places but more a formal wear for when he wasn't actually out in the field, tearing through vanguardians - not that it had stopped him from doing so before, the golden claws were designed to cause trauma rather than just look mildly threatening and ornate.
he ran a ragged clawed glove through black hair - a singular large streak of white cutting through it - styling it to look less like the bed head it had been - before the screams caused him to start and whirl around, cape swishing behind him - and idly he wondered if his outfit might raise questions - the emblem clearly held a dragons head that held vague similarities to his eyes and markings, he pushed the thoughts away, they weren't important right now.
of course striding in that direction brought him across Roy whom he merely nodded to "Anzarel" he said - hurriedly confirming his identity before he moved away to check up on all the rooms for surely with the horror seemingly abounding, there were many in shock.
stopping before a door he knocked and got no response, with worry, he entered and stopped finding her on the floor, he did not know this one - still he moved swiftly crouching beside her and trying to get her to snap out of it.
"My lady, are you quite alright?" his tone was as soothing as could be managed with his deep baritone but concern glimmered in his mismatched eyes, said eyes perhaps the best guess to who he was given the unique nature "I do not know you sadly and you likely know not I, being new here will do that I imagine, I am Anzarel - and this phenomena seems to have happened to all of us, take comfort my lady, you aren't alone in this strange happenstance at least" he tried to reassure her considering she seemed to be struck quiet with horror perhaps.
he paused to let that sink in before attempting to gently catch her arms "Now I imagine walking will be strange, I will help you if you wish?"
/lmao he talks so old timey.
[sub]ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - TAGS - EXTREME - HELLION REF (9FT)[W]isker[/sub]It was strange - at least in this verse - to go to bed as one thing and then wake up entirely different, but to Anzarel this was rather surprising mostly because he'd thought he'd lost this particular form. Staring at his vaguely claw tipped hands, eyebrows rising in surprise, he raised one of them to feel his hair - ah no such luck, no horns - and coupled with no feeling of extra weight at his back, he guessed - no wings either.
so no, maybe he hadn't regained this form - so much as now resembled it sans all the extra that pointed to his more otherworldly nature, human in truth perhaps.
he got up - briefly noting, he was still certainly taller than the average human though not pushing nine feet, more a solid 6.5, so some things seemed universal no matter his form, he'd always be something of a giant, he snorted - at least he wouldn't have trouble with high cupboards.
glancing around he found what he was searching for - a mirror,
which confirmed quite a bit, he wore his old uniform, lightly armoured in places but more a formal wear for when he wasn't actually out in the field, tearing through vanguardians - not that it had stopped him from doing so before, the golden claws were designed to cause trauma rather than just look mildly threatening and ornate.
he ran a ragged clawed glove through black hair - a singular large streak of white cutting through it - styling it to look less like the bed head it had been - before the screams caused him to start and whirl around, cape swishing behind him - and idly he wondered if his outfit might raise questions - the emblem clearly held a dragons head that held vague similarities to his eyes and markings, he pushed the thoughts away, they weren't important right now.
of course striding in that direction brought him across Roy whom he merely nodded to "Anzarel" he said - hurriedly confirming his identity before he moved away to check up on all the rooms for surely with the horror seemingly abounding, there were many in shock.
stopping before a door he knocked and got no response, with worry, he entered and stopped finding her on the floor, he did not know this one - still he moved swiftly crouching beside her and trying to get her to snap out of it.
"My lady, are you quite alright?" his tone was as soothing as could be managed with his deep baritone but concern glimmered in his mismatched eyes, said eyes perhaps the best guess to who he was given the unique nature "I do not know you sadly and you likely know not I, being new here will do that I imagine, I am Anzarel - and this phenomena seems to have happened to all of us, take comfort my lady, you aren't alone in this strange happenstance at least" he tried to reassure her considering she seemed to be struck quiet with horror perhaps.
he paused to let that sink in before attempting to gently catch her arms "Now I imagine walking will be strange, I will help you if you wish?"
/lmao he talks so old timey.
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