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THE WAR-MAKER
golden lung dragon & black jaguar w/ vitiligo. god of war - ancient. they/them/he/his. formerly blind. former hp of AE & RB. wind element & electric element. firstborn son of jerisidie lingré & current head of family. member of tanglewood. courting --. mentally moderate. physically hard.
Greeted were they by sight of felines of great manner, ranging from small to large, their blue eyes locking on chocolate form first to emerge. Lonely the sense within their chest, reminded of a face they hadn't seen in years. Heavy the breath that pained their chest, their losses piling up with them. An acquaintance only had Arrow been when they were new to these lands, before their true nature reclaimed them. Though an acquaintance, rough had been the loss of those they knew, along with the dead and missing had her face faded. Now settled within their breast was the sensation of missing those who had disappeared, those who they had lost to time.
Blue eyes would widen as their name was spoken by the chocolate feline so similar to the one they once knew, festering the sense of hope in their chest. Held back the choking within their throat, a sense of relief so strongly sweeping over them. Someone was still here, they were not truly alone. Golden cranium dipping in kind to her, "I've come to find a place in which to rest. Lonely have the years been, Arrow, it pleases me to see you again, although new the body you wear.", they would rumble in soft response.
Gaze shifting to the movement of night-colored molly beside Arrow, stood a nervous woman, their gaze becoming gentle. They could not blame any for their fear of them - if they were not wary of one so big who could be an enemy, what use were the instincts inside them worth? Had they listened to their instincts from the beginning, fewer would be the acquaintances they'd made. As more joined the small gathering, would blue gaze cross over green-hued panther, affording a small dip of head in returned greeting, to speckled pattern upon pelt so similar to one they had once held and loved. Regina was lost, much the same as everyone else, but Atbash served a small reminder to the mother of their son, an ache in their heart springing to life. They knew not of what had come of him, of Laeglin, after their fall from grace and into the iron hold of insanity. Last came a face they might have once remembered, her name a well-spoken whisper of which they'd heard at some time or another. Many the titles they bore, though the days of their service within the Pitt had long passed them by.
Settling comfortably upon the beach, they let their eyes slide to a closed position as their limbs folded beneath them, settling long body upon sand, red antlers chipped and worn by time, tines broken and missing in places. Few of the old remained whole, lucky those who escaped time without it's embrace. Broken were they, in ways few words could explain so easily. Alone had they traveled once loss had first struck its claim, watching family fall left and right, helpless to save them. Stormy had their surroundings been since the loss of the one that they had been married to, his departure years ago a broken jagged hole inside of them that none could fill - no liquor, no lovers, no fulfillment could be found. Tired their face, scars raking across eyes once so calm and patient, now filled with the clouds of war and loss.
Godship the lonely curse they bore, breaking and snapping at the bonds they held with the mortals around them, their own husband not safe from their curse. They missed, and the grieved for them all, those that had been lost if only through the pain of knowing them. The Rosebloods, Sephiroth, Jiyu, Kydobi, Regina, the list went on and on. They had loved and lost many of them, unsolved their disappearances. If asked, they would share the fate of their group that they had led, fallen under an invader and time, then following the end of their time within the Pitt after Kydobi's fall before and after Jervis' own. Alone had they traveled, settling after that battle, in an attempt to make peace with themself, leading their own group that soon fell into disbandment, disappearing the traces of those they had cared for there. Anguish was a constant in their life, the one thing they could rely upon.
Blue eyes would widen as their name was spoken by the chocolate feline so similar to the one they once knew, festering the sense of hope in their chest. Held back the choking within their throat, a sense of relief so strongly sweeping over them. Someone was still here, they were not truly alone. Golden cranium dipping in kind to her, "I've come to find a place in which to rest. Lonely have the years been, Arrow, it pleases me to see you again, although new the body you wear.", they would rumble in soft response.
Gaze shifting to the movement of night-colored molly beside Arrow, stood a nervous woman, their gaze becoming gentle. They could not blame any for their fear of them - if they were not wary of one so big who could be an enemy, what use were the instincts inside them worth? Had they listened to their instincts from the beginning, fewer would be the acquaintances they'd made. As more joined the small gathering, would blue gaze cross over green-hued panther, affording a small dip of head in returned greeting, to speckled pattern upon pelt so similar to one they had once held and loved. Regina was lost, much the same as everyone else, but Atbash served a small reminder to the mother of their son, an ache in their heart springing to life. They knew not of what had come of him, of Laeglin, after their fall from grace and into the iron hold of insanity. Last came a face they might have once remembered, her name a well-spoken whisper of which they'd heard at some time or another. Many the titles they bore, though the days of their service within the Pitt had long passed them by.
Settling comfortably upon the beach, they let their eyes slide to a closed position as their limbs folded beneath them, settling long body upon sand, red antlers chipped and worn by time, tines broken and missing in places. Few of the old remained whole, lucky those who escaped time without it's embrace. Broken were they, in ways few words could explain so easily. Alone had they traveled once loss had first struck its claim, watching family fall left and right, helpless to save them. Stormy had their surroundings been since the loss of the one that they had been married to, his departure years ago a broken jagged hole inside of them that none could fill - no liquor, no lovers, no fulfillment could be found. Tired their face, scars raking across eyes once so calm and patient, now filled with the clouds of war and loss.
Godship the lonely curse they bore, breaking and snapping at the bonds they held with the mortals around them, their own husband not safe from their curse. They missed, and the grieved for them all, those that had been lost if only through the pain of knowing them. The Rosebloods, Sephiroth, Jiyu, Kydobi, Regina, the list went on and on. They had loved and lost many of them, unsolved their disappearances. If asked, they would share the fate of their group that they had led, fallen under an invader and time, then following the end of their time within the Pitt after Kydobi's fall before and after Jervis' own. Alone had they traveled, settling after that battle, in an attempt to make peace with themself, leading their own group that soon fell into disbandment, disappearing the traces of those they had cared for there. Anguish was a constant in their life, the one thing they could rely upon.
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