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Ialu

8 y/o medium Male

Hopeless souls play a part in my wicked work of art
Steps faltered upon the precarious face, a trickling of rocks tumbling down into the water below. 

Nidria was a vast, forsaken place of Gods and beasts; things of which he knew of all too well, and he knew they would come, creatures like him who only wished to see everything built up turn brittle and topple onto their creators, those who would come with their religions and their doctrines and their kingdoms.

Ialu cared for no such things as crowns or gods.

Delicate paws splayed over uneven terrain as he had climbed his manner of self further along the dark cliffs, the sheep having long gone to jump dangerously across the sheer cliff side on sparse footholds while he walked their paths, listening to the echo of hooves hitting stone which never quite seemed to fade away. One slender ear turned slowly to the side before his head followed suit, hearing the brisk winds roll in whistled groans and hummed murmuring song through stiff trees which clung on to what little soil they had, winding carefree past the albino's figure, though not before they danced in long strands of milk-white fur which caressed the open air with ease, wrapping loosely together they swayed by themselves until at last gently falling back against a form which appeared as if it would shatter at the slightest touch; ribs showing beneath lithe display and flesh and fur curving with fragility over the pestilent man's bones, defining his hips and shoulder blades with a sculptor's precision. Blurry, scarred gaze squinted against the chill of the higher elevation, pressing his ears forward attentively across the foggy haze that draped the cliffs like a warm shawl. He paid little heed to the precipice's faulty edge as he dug his nails further into the rock and began again to scale its landscape, long drapery of white swaying with a eloquent snap in the man's wake, caressing over damaged facade of crumbling rock.

. . .

Here atop the highest peak on what he now stood upon is where he stopped his ascend into the mortal Heavens, pale, slender muzzle turning back out over the mists. He could not make out large, abstract features anymore, only bits of black and white where the light touched upon certain areas for him, but it was enough. He could still feel the gnawing trace of each line he had gouged purposely into his own face, and now for so long ago had it seemed but a dream that his brothers were truly, actually gone from this plane of existence, having never fulfilled their purpose since birth.

Aggressively, with shuddered vexation, did the man snort abrupt from his nostrils, the subtle twitch of his lips held taut against gum and tooth to overcome something that he would never admit in passing or actuality; he was lonely. Not lonely in the sense of friendship, or the petty, lackadaisical turn to of romance, no, but of his purpose and common camaraderie which had been lost in their absence and his bout of madness. Where was he to go, what was he to be if not the blight of gnashing, stinging, buzzing that followed his brother's poisoned fruits? Oh by the mortal's Gods how he loathed to miss Akesh's smug face!

Calmly, the antique, alabaster statue sat, pondering to himself as he stared with unblinking tenacity out across the openness. Lengthy tresses folded neatly over his back on either side, turning this way and that as the torrents directed them where to dance while his tail stretched and curled to curve about his paws quietly.

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@Anaru
Ialu's Accelerated Hearing allows his ears to process sound at such a rate that he could 
hear a caught gasp of breathe as an entire exhale and discern it enough with time to react to whatever caused said sound.
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Anaru

3 y/o large Female
Anaru Tempearia †

ooc; set after her upcoming thread with savas

Her shoulder burned and seared, a reminder of her defeat in the four way battle between the wounded magicka and the brute who'd come to defend him. Satchel had of course come to her aid, but he'd failed her, failed her miserably in fact, he fell to the great horned beast, dislocating his shoulder and nearly getting his skull cracked open from his massive head, like that of a battering ram coming down upon him. She couldn't help the frustration in their failure that burned through her, and so she fled, desperate perhaps to get away for a little while. She needed to burn off her steam before she took her annoyance out on her own, it was the very last thing she wanted to do, all mundane even the incompetent were of value. The woman huffed, limping her way across the open plains of Nidria and up through the ravine path where the earth gave way to the sea, leaving behind only a thin bridge of land left to walk upon. Days had passed, a week maybe a week and a half? Her wound left mostly untreated it had begun to fester in certain areas and she limped on it with every step. 

But there was not all bad news, she had found Savas again, and they'd spent some time tending to her wounds and his own from a recent fight he'd gotten into. It meant another member for the order, and the rebirth of a friendship from childhood. The woman sighed, climbing through the obsidian cliffs without much purpose to be honest, she just needed to get away, her wings tucked neatly against her hips so they wouldn't snag on the branches and underbrush of the forest. Pale paws pressing against cold stone as she climbed, eyes cast downward, only shifting up to find a beast that caught her interest. Golden hues settled upon him, taking in the stature of his great pale frame perched there upon the stone like a perfect statue. 

She didn't know what he was, what emblem he bore upon his heart, the stag maybe? Not close enough to bridge the gap between them in order to breath in his scent and identify the man. Anaru moved then, nails scraping against rock as she came to sit upon a perch just a short ways from his, her eyes casting to the vast expanse set out before them as she inhaled the blissful trace of the horse affinity upon his flesh. "Enjoying the view stranger?" she cooed, her grand feathers setting behind her, long ears curving in his direction casually as she sought to catch her breath from the journey up here. 


"Anaru speaking,"


Table by Centience. Art seventhunderbolts @ Deviantart
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Ialu

8 y/o medium Male

Hopeless souls play a part in my wicked work of art
He heard her before she came.

Like a kaleidoscope of spectrum her colors were an all-consuming vortex of spectral divinity; an unusual pampered breed of washed pastels near completely dominated by her pink fur. Eyes were locked in brisk honey gold, and if because of her less than muted palette, they would have growled intensity from the background of strawberry milk. Would have, except that by no means did the man turn to coddle her with interest as his gaze lingered on the fog that cluttered the cliffs and swam through the ocean of air it resided in. He was less than pleased by the company of another, wounded -- whether by pride or physicality -- creature arriving in his midst like some predestined conceptualized thought that the world decided to throw his way, and watch how things would pan out. Tendrils of ghostly white hair twirled carelessly as the man continued to look elsewhere, eyes of pink rose-kissed irises sliding with the subtlest of movement to peer at a cluster of broken cliffside which looked as if something gnawed at its face.

Enjoying the view stranger?


One slender, stiffened ear twitched, unsure of itself until it flicked in apathy towards the woman's lacking tone. Such idle conversations had usually only been reserved for between he and his dearly departed brethren as they writhed in their singular, driven purpose to destroy and demolish...if only to be left without anything but a crumbling destiny filled with dust and maggots which feasted on its remains. Without moving his head from where he stood to stare out at his surroundings the eye that faced her view slid unceremoniously to the side to peer over at her with a strange, glaring glance as his lids squinted enough to give her a short, sharp look. He watched her as she caught her breathe from her perilous climb to the top of the obsidian stone temple, the elevation change an erratic, strange concept not yet understood, but able to be withstood; an ancient face came to mind with tired eyes and an aggressive disposition, his memories reminiscing his hardy endurance being only thanks to his teacher who was long, long gone. 

He still remembered how it felt that night, when the old man fell with the others.

You could say that, deep baritones unraveled from a forever silent tongue as the pestilent man finally allowed her his attentions, slender muzzle turning in her direction with slow, meticulous and thought out motions with which to settle like ash on a body, or the coil of a snake ready to test those who pestered it; quiet and with frightening precision, I would not have expected one to be so bold, as to come up here. He gestured with the slight tilting of his head down towards the path she had come from, the nail marks evidence of her existence within the world. His mane seemed to flourish with graceful sways and gentle leans as it curled about his runner's frame, his eyes turning back upon the stranger who had come to him with brimming thoughtfulness hidden behind scarred eyes and narrowed lids, questioning her at first without words before lips would part and he would enact upon her his first question:

What do you see?

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 @Anaru
Ialu's Accelerated Hearing allows his ears to process sound at such a rate that he could 
hear a caught gasp of breathe as an entire exhale and discern it enough with time to react to whatever caused said sound.
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Anaru

3 y/o large Female
Anaru Tempearia †

He didn't turn to look at her as she sat only a short distance from him, but she saw the slight twitch of his audit out of her peripheral, hesitation and tension wafted on the air around him. She remained relaxed, ignoring his scrutinizing glance with ease, golden hues settled on the distant hills and ocean blanketed in fog. 

You could say that, came the deep rumble of his voice, it held more of a baritone essence than she'd initially expected based on his stature. It was slightly off putting, distracting her mind slightly as she tried to fit the vocals that pooled from his maw, with the elegant display of his appearance, as with his words came his regard, that narrow muzzle, not unlike her own would rotate in her direction; and Anaru would grant him her own in turn. Long fluffed audits would flicker as she turned toward him too, the depths of flaxen eyes burning as they clawed for what lay beyond his shell. 

"I would not have expected one to be so bold, as to come up here."

A smirk played over her pale lips "You do not know me," a simple statement, words falling bumptiously from her lips, gaze dancing over his salmon pools; she bled confidence. "What do you see?" oh so much, there was — so much. The woman fell into a complacent silence, even though she already had the answer, still she allowed nose to turn from him, gazing over the expanse of Nidria laid out before them like a feast would be presented to a king, there were rolling mountains of that belonged to the floating islands, accompanied by dense forests of pine and waterfalls that fell to aid the mist which enveloped them. Beyond that; what you couldn't see was her home, followed by the rest of the central territories. Chest would rise with a deep inhale, "Opportunity" she breathed her attention shifting back onto the man. "A land for the taking, and war on the horizon in order to achieve it. I will have Nidria for my people" 

"What do you see...stranger?" her eyes hungry for that knowledge, tell me. 


"Anaru speaking,"


Table by Centience. Art seventhunderbolts @ Deviantart
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Ialu

8 y/o medium Male

Hopeless souls play a part in my wicked work of art
You do not know me.

Pale brow rose in ghost of quizzical arch, though he conceded to her truth with a light bow of his head in her direction once more while the silence was allowed to be a guiding hand between this fateful meeting, allowing the woman to steer its course as she pleased for now; he took to looking out over the balcony of his dangerous perch, teetering body of attractive bone and whitest fur statuesque as salmon-hued irises appeared lost in thought. The loose alabaster filaments that made up a luxuriously pristine tail curled like a woken serpent as it rolled over obsidian, jagged stone that chipped and grimaced in broken toothed smiles and came to slide between the gap behind his front legs, dusting off crumbles of gravel as it snaked and twisted an uncontrolled mass that writhed and thrashed; an impatient cat's flicking tail, or the patient wait of a snake's forked tongue, snapping with the weight of the ticking time going by. 

Opportunity, came her answer at last. Pleased sigh flitted without delay from slender muzzle's parted jaws to that single, seemingly worthless word, head rising to inhale the sharp briskness of the thinned air letting lungs expand with shuddering breathe. He could feel the woman's eyes return upon him with her own hungering need for knowledge; burrowing those brimstone pools of gold molten lava like sentient, leeching hands that trickled into the stoic marble of his very being -- and he let it, turning his neck with collective monotony to give the pastel woman a courtly smile dripping with all the subtle finesse of creeping wisteria. What do you see...stranger? Please, deep baritones purred at the walls that simple 'stranger', or 'acquaintance' held, call me friend, he amused himself with the title rolling off his tongue, lips pulling further up the corners of that quaint smile of his. 

Hair fell over the side and across his forehead to frame the scars brightly adorned upon an androgynous face; thin, erect ears pressed forwards as his lids lowered with certain purpose in their glazed glance, partially veiling over near blind sight as he watched her from his venerable roost. All at once, however, he discarded his post as feet made motion to stand, lithe body twisting along the rocky pathway and slipping down to the woman's level in a rise to meet the winged matriarch with a curiosity in his well placed step of delicate paws. I see overflowing power, serpent's tail swished across the ragged stones over the cliffside edge once he fell face to face with the woman, studying the curve and slights of her features as he rounded about to stop parallel to her body, but the opposite way, one eye gazing upon her, I see a world waiting to be molded. One ear swiveled slowly to turn as another gust of wind blew by the slopes of the obsidian cliffs; the hollow moaning sound a mere white noise to the ambition that bled from her veins, I see someone who has my interest, he spoke slow, each syllable pronounced on the man's lips with exotic, dangerous precision, I see someone whom I can serve.

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 @Anaru
Ialu's Accelerated Hearing allows his ears to process sound at such a rate that he could 
hear a caught gasp of breathe as an entire exhale and discern it enough with time to react to whatever caused said sound.
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