Eon Allure
It was all a blur. His vision, his memory… he had been living a lie. Trying to forget a past he refused to own. It was hard to tell what was going on as his life as a divine was stripped from his very soul. The life he had lived before played before him like a movie… and that was it. He knew it existed, yet it was hard to call his own now that he was seeing it from an outside eye. He had been living his life in defiance, letting the memories decay inside the deepest of wounds. When he tried to peer into them... well, it doidn't end well.
Eon had been finding it hard to live amongst the mortal world. So much so he had been absent from Tanglewood for several month. During that time, he had become like a hermit, keeping to himself and reflecting on his past, trying to understand the nagging feeling in his chest. He hadn't gotten far, every time he tried to peer into his mem oroes he'd be confronted with a piercing headache and ringing in his ears. It was like he wasn't supposed to know what happened in the past; and that was actually what intrigued him.
Normally the fox hated being alone. But he knew this was something he had to explore on his own... even if he didn't get anywhere. After weeks of solitude, Eon found himself back where he had started, on the border of Tanglewood. He has to starve from the lack of nourishment and is dehydrated, though he didn't pay those factors much mind as he approached. Thoughts swirled around in his head, consuming him as he tried one last time to remember...
A loud ringing filled his ears and his vision slowly faded out. His wings would coil around his frame. He could barely feel a thing, inside or out. It was all fading away from him, suffocated by a blackness he could only describe as a void. Then… there was nothing. Even the loud ringing in his ears had ceased to play.
Perhaps his situation was well emulated by the surrounding weather. A thick fog rolled over the land between the towering trees. Limp, the small fox would lay motionless on the ground. He was no longer conscious. It was not apparent how he ended up where he was. Large wings bathed in stardust tucked around him protectively, though there was not a scar on his body. No injury was apparent and at first glance, it may appear he was merely asleep.
Eon had been finding it hard to live amongst the mortal world. So much so he had been absent from Tanglewood for several month. During that time, he had become like a hermit, keeping to himself and reflecting on his past, trying to understand the nagging feeling in his chest. He hadn't gotten far, every time he tried to peer into his mem oroes he'd be confronted with a piercing headache and ringing in his ears. It was like he wasn't supposed to know what happened in the past; and that was actually what intrigued him.
Normally the fox hated being alone. But he knew this was something he had to explore on his own... even if he didn't get anywhere. After weeks of solitude, Eon found himself back where he had started, on the border of Tanglewood. He has to starve from the lack of nourishment and is dehydrated, though he didn't pay those factors much mind as he approached. Thoughts swirled around in his head, consuming him as he tried one last time to remember...
A loud ringing filled his ears and his vision slowly faded out. His wings would coil around his frame. He could barely feel a thing, inside or out. It was all fading away from him, suffocated by a blackness he could only describe as a void. Then… there was nothing. Even the loud ringing in his ears had ceased to play.
Perhaps his situation was well emulated by the surrounding weather. A thick fog rolled over the land between the towering trees. Limp, the small fox would lay motionless on the ground. He was no longer conscious. It was not apparent how he ended up where he was. Large wings bathed in stardust tucked around him protectively, though there was not a scar on his body. No injury was apparent and at first glance, it may appear he was merely asleep.
(Eon) | Fox | Male | Fallen Angel
Here in a sanctum long abandoned, Unto the tinder falls a spark
I have a holy call to answer, To be an angel of the dark
- Will always go by Eon, his full angelic name is kept a secret.
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