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AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — no more begging for the bench to call you clean

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The thunder crashing overhead was finally growing to a standstill. It was noise he could not stand, not without the past being dredged back up. The past he didn't want to remember. The feelings of being pressed into his lover's side after a stormy evening, that feels g haunted him now, bundled up in his nest as he watched the flashing lightning growing further apart in its bursts of energy. The storm was leaving, and he was aching to get up and walk around.

The day had been filled with thunderstorms from the late morning on. It had been nice at first, until the very first crack of thunder had sent him running indoors, leaving his forge's fire to be drenched by the vicious downpour. He'd stayed within his nest from the time it had chased him inside in a frantic race, his pelt drying and fluffing out over the long solitary hours. He had fallen asleep in the lulls between, reading by candlelight when the wind wasn't harsh and simply watching the storm and praying for it to end.

It had been a while since he'd received the threatening letter alongside the letter from his reaper. He'd been extra vigilant from that point onwards. He couldn't afford not to be. The crows and ravens that hung around the camp hadn't given him any ease, he'd been able to feel their eyes following him everywhere. He prayed to the gods that they would leave already. They were causing him to lose the precious little sleep he already had, their screeches at night often enough to wake him.

Now that the storm was retreating, he was on the move as he heard their wing beats. It was time for his patrol, the mealtime-based patrols that they were. He often came back too tired to do much else than to drop into his nest and sleep. Now, he'd missed his patrols for the day due to the storms, and the memories that lingered in his head but he was out. He needed to patrol to soothe his own mind and thoughts, to soothe a need that had sprung out of nowhere to further ensure everyone's safety.

Heading out of camp alone, the small tom would inhale the scents left by the rain, heavily washing away any previous scents. He was headed towards the border, his soaked avian 'friends' following after him with low croaks, not afraid in the dying light. He knew his paths well - it could be joked that he'd grown up here. Reaching the border, the tom would carry along, replacing scent markers confidently before picking up on a foreign yet familiar scent. It was newer, but he couldn't place the familiarity in the scent. It wasn't like he could call out either - he simply had to look around and try to trace it before giving up. It hadn't crossed their borders, and it didn't remind him of the grims - the scent of death upon it was not the same.

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✯ — MALE. THE GOLDEN EYE. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.

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The flickering of lighting and the rumbling thunder shaking the earth could only announce that things could get worse from here on out. Most people found solace in the storms, the sound that was loud enough to cover the sounds of screams, or howls for that matter if it was needed. It was a way to vent out the previous emotions that had occured.  In the streaks of light that came with each earth shaking boom, a figure was moving towards and going anywhere between anywhere.

Mud streaked against his dark fur, it was mixed against his fur, well what was already fur and what was already probably blood. The rain was plastered against his fur, the mud made movement almost impossible, it didn’t matter.  He was moving against the course of time, and he didn’t care where he was going.  He went where there was well work, or whatever he could use for an objective.

What Aesoir would have confused him was reaper, he was not that. Yes he was associated with death as a murder sure, but this was something that one couldn’t assumed to be the type to harvest souls, that was impossible and unlikely.  For becoming a reaper was like winning a lottery ticket, they were rarely made, and they were hardly created for it was suitable for such a thing to never happen.

The scent of blood would have been mixed with the mud, and the sickly sweet scent of death, although sweet could not be called for death, for it didn’t have a scent. Decay and all of that had their own special scent, that was hard to wash out no matter how hard one could, at least those who were used to such morbid practices.

There was a maniac glint in his eyes, eyes burning bright. The winds and rain was battering against his body, and he was just traveling.  Not having a single clue of where he was, and it didn’t matter to him. 

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[aesior]

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — no more begging for the bench to call you clean

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Head turning as the scent continued to reach him, his paws slowing. What was that scent? It was tickling something in his mind that he kept buried. Looking back, he was unable to find any visible reasons for the scent, or for that matter any body or individual nearby. Narrowing his gaze for a moment, he would stretch into a downward bow before pushinghis body up and forward, stretching his back legs one at a time. That scent was buried in his head and nose and he didn't like it.

He could taste blood within that scent trail, and he was half inclined to follow it. He was the closest thing the golden eye had to a medic, and he didn't exactly mind that, but it also meant that the decision to seek out this scent was his. Biting his lip as he stood there, mud squishing between his toes as he kneaded at the ground in his uncertainty, weighing his options. The birds wheeling above and settling on nearby trees did nothing to ease his worries. Head turning, he looked up to the dying sky and made his decision. He'd look for the owner of this scent, even though his instincts were screaming to run away, the owner vaguely coming to mind. Hell, he'd been in his mind for days, for years since the incident.

Taking a deep breath, he would leave one more scent marker before putting a paw over the border, jumping at the suddenly raucous cawing and shrieking from the ravens and crows. Eyes flying up to his personal symphony calling for his death, his ears laid back to his head. He wasn't scared. He was the grim of the God of Death - death was a customary thing to him, as normal to him as a new life was born. He wasn't scared of death or anything that followed it. If he met his end here, then that meant that there was a purpose, and with the god's blessing, he would continue to live on.

Shaking his head to clear his cloudy head, he began to track the scent trail with a curl of his tail. It was a canine scent, under everything else. He could only remember Damion and his teeth, the vision of Tsundoku's teeth flashing in his mind's eye. Shaking in his place, he took a few breaths to calm his suddenly racing heart as the memories called back to him. The birds around him started to scream louder and louder as the realization hit him. this scent belonged to tsundoku! Quick came the scramble to escape, to get as far away as he could from his ex-lover. The years had only proven to him that the relationship couldn't be fixed after that attack, though he had tried his hardest. He knew it wasn't safe any longer, but he couldn't lead the other back to camp. It was night time and few of them had excellent night time sight.

His voice came out on a tiny gasp, causinghim more pain than anything and likely alerting the other to his presence. He had slipped in the mud, mud coating his face and covering his eyes and paws as he tried to scrape it away so he could see. Trembljng as he tried to clean his vision, his ears shaking as they rotated, searching for him, searching for the villain of his story, his breath racing about his lungs with anxiety. What was going to happen to him?

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✯ — MALE. THE GOLDEN EYE. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.

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In accordance with things Tsun did not notice the arrival of Aesoir, and that was probably a good thing. He couldn’t see a damn thing in this weather, the kitsune glanced up and around him, he narrowed his gaze towards where he heard footsteps.  There was blood on him but it wasn’t his, of course it wasn’t his. 

Yes, he was the ex-lover of Aesoir, the relationship between them ended on a sour note, and it was toxic for what he remembered he was probably the cause of it ended the way that it did. But was there some form of remorse for his actions that leads to now Aesoir running for the hills.

He had bigger problems than a disobedient lover, shaking the rainwater off of his paws as he stood there trying to pick up sounds aside from the loud cracks of lighting, and the rumbles of thunder breaking every half minute. 

He can say for one thing, the domestic feline was a fool for coming out here alone in this storm. Only monsters or complete lunatics were capable of doing things horrific.  After all he was responsible for the reason why Aeisor was now mute, at least from his memory. 

Narrowing his gaze of where he could hear what sounded like the screams of crows or birds for that matter. 

"Who goes there?"

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AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — no more begging for the bench to call you clean

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The voice made him quake and shiver, his breath caught harshly in his throat. He was scared, oh so scared. Shaking as he held his breath, knowing the sound of thunder could cover it but he didn't dare move. What in the hell was he doing here!? Why was Tsundoku here!? A choked sob left him, the mute cowering to the ground. Gods be damned, why was he so cowardly!? He could get up and run but he was glued to the ground where he had been before. His heart nearly left out of his chest when the next clap of lightning and thunder came, illuminating the kitsune some distance away.

Tears ran down his face unbidden now. He pressed himself closer to the ground as the ravens and crows wheeled above him, his eyes wide open as he tried to hide his gray furred body in the low bushes he had been passing by. He prayed to the gods that he wouldn't be noticed. If he wasn't noticed, he could escape. These hopes were dashed as a raven dive-bombed him at the flash of lightning, its talons raking through his fur. The tom flattened himself further to the ground, tears in his eyes as another raven dove down, scoring his shoulders with it's talons, effectively creating a wound. His blood would permeate the air, hot against the chill of the rain upon his fur.

He threw his gaze in the last place he'd seen Tsundoku, praying he hadn't caught the scent of blood. If he had, it didn't mean anything good for the grim. Nothing good at all. If the other was still as cruel as he remembered in that fateful attack .... swallowing anxiously, he tried to back up slowly, hating that there was a hill behind him. He'd be seen if he was to streak back up it but he hadn't extended his patrols past the borders yet. He didn't know this area at all. Turning his body to try and make a quick escape, a muffled screech would leave him, paw slipping into a gopher's hole and twisting, his ragged breathing now audible. His body was sprawled on the ground, the pain and memories teaming up to bear down on him, his scent of terror bleeding through the air.

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✯ — MALE. THE GOLDEN EYE. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.

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Ah blood, the sweet metallic scent that coated everything and masked anything that was needed to make things even easier and sometimes harder to avoid.  The kitsune was attuned to the smell of blood for he normally wore it more often than not.  The carrion birds, well corvids were helpful in this regard directing him to where the domestic feline was,  it was the blood that drew him near.  The fear scent was just an afterthought, taking his time to cross over towards where he could hear the seemingly attempts of sounds being made.

Normally he would have had his targets screaming with terror or fright whichever came first, that is if he was in the mood for a hunt.  The mud and water, and even the weather itself did nothing to stop him or slow his movements, he moved slowly yes that was true, but some things were worth waiting for. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” He started sounding upset with the lack of response, only hearing what he could assume was limited noises made accessible or allowed by perhaps previous injury.  “Have we met before?” he asked in a soft mutter, narrowing his gaze unable to make out the figure that laid sprawled due to a twisted paw.

“Oi, get up.” Now growing impatient, not caring for the world that Aesior was hurt.  There wasn’t an ounce of emotion in his voice, even if it was it would be almost too late for remorse to kick in. It was as if the kitsune was functioning without the presence of a soul or morality.

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AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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His ears switched back, his body shaking and trembling as the kitsune appeared before him, frantic pants escaping him as he stared up at him. No, no, no! His eyes were locked on the teeth that were visible each time he spoke, his whole body trembling. He was curled up beside his lover, the sound of rain washing on the ground outside, head on his flank with soft purrs escaping him. Things were peaceful and relaxing. He was listening to Tsundoku speak, something about how his day had went. Then it was all red and black and chaos with the flashing of canine teeth. The brief interlude into his memories was over as soon as it had begun. Frightened groans were coming from that strangled throat, whites of his eyes showing.

How could he not know him? They'd been together once upon a time, on a day much like this when it had all splintered apart. It had fallen apart with a crack of thunder and a faint sound he couldn't have hoped to have made out. His gaze moved past the teeth to the face finally, hiccuping frantically. He knew him, and he regretted it. Body shaking as he stared at him, jaws working helplessly as sobs shook him, pink tongue trembling within his maw, pressing to the roof of his mouth as he tried to form words to speak. He'd forgotten he'd lost his voice because of this man before him.

His claws slid from their sheathed subconsciously, gaze darting down, down to the kitsune's paws. There was only one way to know for sure if this was the one who haunted his dreams. Gaze finding his right front paw in the muck, he swallowed quickly as he took in the sight of the missing digit, his throat suddenly parched and dry. This was him. This was Tsundoku. He'd taken that digit so long ago, an instinctual response to being attacked - his body had reacted on its own and he'd impeded him long enough to put distance. He didn't want to think about the rest of it.

He could only wordlessly stare with the fear of the gods in him, jaw working helplessly as pained groans and moans left him. His paw ached so bad, pressed tightly to his own form, shivering as he tried to make his body move and scramble back. "Tsundoku. Stay away from me ... I mean it!", would come the telepathic voice that attempted to contact the kitsune. It sounded the same as his original voice, one that had not been heard in years. His gray eyes were the same, his whole body was the same though darkened from being drenched and skinnier after countless nights and days of stress wearing at him. The three scars on his throat were stark and ragged, a reminder of what the other had done to him - a wound that should have killed him but he'd been saved by the reaper he served.

!!!!!!!Powerplay is completely allowed on him!!!!!!! - teef

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Now Tsun was the last person you would want telepathy to work on, even if it did the man er fox would use this to his advantage. He was not in the slightest telepathic that was for damn sure.  Hearing what he could only describe as a voice, broken, and frightened, something that shouldn’t be even possible for someone who he actually injured to the point of muteness. 

“Stay away? Oh no my little rabbit,” came the murmur as the kitsune made his way closer, almost as close as possible, almost sharing the same breath as the frightened beyond belief domestic.  “It’s not like you can physically scream for help, no one is going to hear you.”  came the almost giggle. 

Tsun was insane, that was for sure.  But all monsters were made, not created.  Everyone had a story as to why they descended into madness.  Tsundoku had no expectation of the rule,  taking a step back and circling the frightened feline, deciding on what to do with him.  It would be easy to pick him up and cart him away somewhere else, away from this rain for sure.

While deciding to do something to the poor frightened feline was one thing, but exactly rendering Aeisor mute was one thing, having to do other things prior to that was another.  “I really can’t decide what to do with you, after all you are the only one who can  testify to things to come, my sweet.” he added with a purr, as much as kitsune can purr mind you.

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AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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'Little rabbit'. His eyes flashed darker with fear. One of his old pet names. From happier times. From before the pain, before he'd learned to run from his feelings. They were sharing breath now, feline eyes looking into canine ones. There was no regret in those eyes and he didn't know if he was scared of that, or if he was scared that he didn't expect there to be any. He was right, he couldn't physically scream. He couldn't call for his groupmates telepathically either - if they got dragged into this, he could only see a bloodbath. Eyes squeezing shut as he held his breath from the rancid smells on the kitsune.

He was shocked when the other created space, his body tensing up automatically. Could he make an escape? Where was he to escape to, though? He couldn't lead the kitsune back to camp. Shaking eyes held onto the form that was now circling him. Each pawstep made him flinch, his throat closing off with fear. He knew what he had done and would do again now that he'd found him. He couldn't risk his son, not yet his son. He couldn't risk the one friend he was making, and nor could he risk Arlo, Damion, Cleopatra, or any others to this monster. He couldn't let them put their lives down for him if they found them. They all meant too much to the Talonguard. They were worth meeting darkness for.

His gaze hardened, the trembling slowly left him. He had his family in his mind, people he needed to protect. It would be okay if something happened to him, as long as he could protect them. "No. I know what you've done. I'm going to make you pay for it.", his actions were followed by the clang of a dagger sliding from it's sheath, iron blade in a crazy slashing matter at tsundoku. It was an attempt to keep him back, to make him move, to create distance. It didn't matter if it cut into the muzzle and leg he aimed for. He needed to cause a distraction, something to infuriate the insane man before him. It was then that he remembered he enjoyed the hunt.

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And yet the blade did exactly that, going for his leg and his muzzle, the liquid was seeping onto the ground. The kitsune took a step further away from the feline wild slashing, he would have to take his chances this time. Circling in wide circle away from the blade, his eyes narrowing at him. That blade looked familar and he growled growing more angry has time progressed.  They always had to fight back did they? Why couldn't they all just take what was given to them, and just back down. But of course that was not something that Aesior was known for, laying over and dying. 

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