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[Ilijas]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]The great stag crossed over the Sunhaven border with little to no care, appearing relatively unfazed as he scanned the surrounding area for immediate danger. After deeming this "new" place to be relatively acceptable, he lowered his head to begin to graze upon some nearby grass, a bobbed tail twitching absently as he did so. It had been a long time since Ilijas had been home, and yet, he displayed no indication of familiarity as he moved lazily along, going where the grass seemed densest. Even he had forgotten that he had lost himself in the thrill of being an elk, the feral brain of the hoofed mammal he occupied overriding his once intelligent conscious. As far as the former Dawnguard was concerned, he had been this creature his entire life.

Until the low rumble of a masculine voice in the back of his head caused him to stiffen, head lifting immediately as he turned to search for what only could be considered danger. 'As fun as your vacation has been, I do believe that it's time you return to reality, Ilijas. Perhaps you'd like to join the people you pledged your loyalty once more? Or have you forgotten about them entirely? And what of your darling Beverly? Don't you fret about her? You're giving us both a bad name.' It was not what he was saying or even the presence of this strange voice that caused Ilijas to abruptly shift back into a silver bengal, but rather that word.... Us.

As far as he was concerned, he was the only individual within his body. Who had infiltrated his mind? And to what end? He was too busy muling over this new development that he hardly realized that he was back and, even more than that, had somehow found himself back at home.

(hi this Sucks because i haven't rped ilijas in so long,,,, but the idiot is back!)

[Grimm]

[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2; color:#000;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]There are a great many days better than this to find oneself upon lands those counted amongst the number, minimal as it was within this current moment, who called the sea based town their home. With time the idea of such had warmed, given a slight touch of something pleasant though never had they allowed the word to find purchase upon lips, scoffing when the thought broke the calm surface of their mind. Growing accustomed to a place, finding some sense of peace within, was by no means a need to deem it a home. Yet there it lingered, caught at the back of their throat, wanting only to be spoken though it was likely only ever to be done so once.

By no means were they so greatly attached they cared not to wander, however, enjoying the cooling weather. Watching the change of seasons instilled something, a quiet murmur of unease beneath what was once a steady flow of nothing more than faint contentment, comfortable enough to begin growing lax. Troubles with those contained in the structure of the observatory set not an overly great distance away had unsettled many though it had taken further time to touch the fox, uncaring to the plight of those around them. Still they took their work somewhat seriously when it came to them to do so, walking the barriers that had been risen.

A great many seemed not to care for such and found some way in, though easy was it when the gate stood open in the wake of a recent patrol, the ungulate permitted easy access. There seemed no trouble within such, the actions of the herbivore in line with those deemed feral upon this world though merely lacked the intelligence of the wide number of animals that had gained sentience, acting on impulse for there was nothing else. Brief was the hesitance of a single step, paw hovering above the earth as they watched the elk, startled by something.

“Hmm,” from pursed lips the sound rose as the body seemed to shrink, within the place of the ungulate nothing more than a feline, silver hue to it marred by patterning of a darker tone. Dark eyes moved over it as Esma continued their approach, faint memory drawn forth though the two held no real interaction, but passing the other as they went about daily tasks. “You are on Sunhaven land, if you do not have business I must ask you to leave.” Edge to the words, raising through clenched teeth. Might the actions of the elk been nothing more than a ploy, a way to get in that had backfired in some fashion, or might it have been the mind of this man was lost, entangled within the feral base. Either way they cared not to linger on it long, eyes narrowing as they awaited an answer.

[Luciferr]

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CRYPTICWHISPER is an Angelus Divine, in the form of a 5ft Angeline (which range from 4 to 6ft) - he is of the exceedingly rare 'black Ichor' caste of which only a theorised handful exist [mine].
Currently he resides in Sunhaven and is considered 'fallen' by his divine brethren for his renegade status. Aura and abilities are black-purple as is signature to black Ichor caste. Wears silver-black 'black star' armour & wields the Eclipse Sword.

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the angeli is steps behind Esma, silently watching the exchange - having taken to patrolling these borders as a small payment for his refuge, coming across this and various other strangers was par for the course.

the armoured feline-like Angelus keeps his peace, he prefers to let the other mortals handle their group and greetings, content to play the part of quiet bodyguard while he rests here and naught more - perhaps that will change in time but for now, this is where he is useful.

A stag makes for a change among the felines, canines and fox that he's met so far on this world at least.

[align=center][glow=grey,2,300]THE SILVER SHADOW[/glow]

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[glow=purple,2,300]C R Y P T I C W H I S P E R[/glow]

[glow=purple,2,300]ALL THESE THINGS ARE NOW BEFORE ME, ENDLESS DEATH OR TIMELESS GLORY[/glow]

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