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it's too much
Private The Heimasborg 
Aedion
Currently championing: Reszo
#3
A E D I O N
you died screaming,
yet the monster who took your place was silent —
The wolf inside him perked up once there was a shift in scent. Ears flicked forward, his nostrils flaring to scent further as his sharp canine teeth ground against one another. ’I am not alone.’ He thought bitterly, his large furry tail sweeping over the ground as he moved toward the scent, lowering his body toward the ground. It was easier, now, with his wolf form. The joints and way they moved made it much easier to stalk prey than his equine form. He still missed his wings, however, but they probably would’ve gotten in the way with this search.

His pale eyes scoured the opening from which he came, not quite seeing anything but not giving into just one of his senses. His nose and ears were most helpful with this scenario. Sliding down to his haunches, he crept toward the opening before hearing a strange murmuring past it he didn’t quite make out over his sharp breathing. His focus changed instantly to work on the loudness of his breath as to not give himself away.

Who goes there?” The deep voice of his rumbled through, distorted slightly through his canine shaped mouth. The only thing he had with him was his short sword, but it had been misplaced during the shift – probably somewhere in one of his many bundles of fur that adorned his body and he didn’t have time to search for it. At least his teeth were sharp, and he was huge in comparison to the others he’d met. He should do fine if an attacker were to challenge him. At least he hoped so.

He remained low to the ground, his joints ready to spring at a moments notice. “I don’t take kindly to intruders in my own home.” As if to emphasize, he let the baritone of his voice finish with a reverberating growl, a sound that danced around each of the icy walls as he waited.

"Talk."

— you are a weapon; and weapons don't weep.

x


@Valkyrie <3 he's in his wolf form currently, hiding out in that one room xD


YOU DIED SCREAMING, YET,
THE MONSTER WHO TOOK YOUR PLACE WAS SILENT.
YOU ARE A WEAPON, AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP.


Messages In This Thread
it's too much - by Aedion - 06-13-2018, 11:08 PM
RE: it's too much - by Valkyrie - 06-14-2018, 01:54 AM
RE: it's too much - by Aedion - 06-17-2018, 06:35 AM
RE: it's too much - by Mauja - 06-19-2018, 02:57 PM
RE: it's too much - by Valkyrie - 06-21-2018, 11:41 PM