live like you told me how : joining

[J. ADALGAR]

[glow=grey,2,300] and what's wrong with being confident?[/glow]

hunter,  killer, revenge-seeker, right hand, father. all titles the stranger once held a claim to were little, scant in comparison to the waste he showed himself as, now. Now he was simply a stranger, a rouge and an exile begging for a home. some semblance of normalcy in the war life had burdened him with. hebi was tired and it showed, in the respects to such relief on his features at the thought; the mere hope that this, could be a home. for him, for his children. The past- that past did not define him, and the scars that littered him were little more than memories hebi was grateful he wouldn't have to directly see. his past would not define him anymore than he would allow it, and he allowed none. to the point of breaking his oath, his first duty: his family - brother traitor - his name would be erased, only hebi: snake. A symbol of change and the charges he saw fit to attach himself with. a blunt but possessive clutch hebi hoarded akin to a dragon and it's hoard, a snake-mother and it's brood.

Blas was the first; to smell them before they arrived. the white shift in coil around his neck, blas was the largest of the four of his children fully draped across hebi in such a way that almost seemed like hebi would be struggling if not for his brute frame- let out a low hiss in warning. hebi's grey eyes watching the lion approach. weary, his expression closing slightly, but remaining calm, relaxed. A facade of calmness as the snake-charmer watched the other.

then, Hel. She showed her black abyssal' mouth, and such a simple little daughter she was revealed her heritage: black mamba's were deadly. the yawn of hel was silent but hebi understood it's meaning, too long had they survived uncharted lands for hebi to not know ( and did shame burn him then, that his children grew with him in ways a father was meant to shelter them ? Hebi was never kind , but by the gods he hoped at least they lived - lived longer and brighter lives than he ever could ) more than one, and as the winged creature spoke ament stayed silent, his expression closing down, a casual shift in his stance and all of his children - blas,hel,funris, and jotin would stand attention to, in turn.

under the brush of hebi's large feathered wings, three pairs of eyes peeked forth. Blas : simply raised his head.

"I would like to be known as Hebi." the jaguar started, his expression steel, not out of defense but sheer resolution. voice like gravel and eyes searching the group - for more than curiosity; for someone to see beyond the scars and the steel and see weary. He couldn't allow it in his voice, trained out of him by sheer want to live in such brutality as his last home: hebi only knew this, steel and revenge, wrath and anger.

all he ever wanted was home. "I am here for sanctuary," sanctuary ; a place to run to, to retreat- gain reprivance from the world, the war that still chased him, haunted him to this day. of loners and exiles- comrades turning tail, lovers falling to ruin-rot before him. Children, growing up- growing up to survive rather than thrive. rather than just to live and enjoy.

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[sub]all he ever wanted was [b][i]home[/sub]