04-12-2021, 12:05 AM
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LAEGLIN NIAZAI LINGRÉ
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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] One, two, three he would count to himself, gaze fixated on the bog ahead of and surrounding himself. He hadn't been around the Palm Glades for a while, before Rhinestone's death, having disappeared so soon after his own rebirth in a new body. In his time away from the public eye, he'd discovered that he had the ability to shape-shift, and thus had chosen a smaller body than the tiger he'd been reborn into. Now, he wore a body similar to the serval he had worn before, without the hints of draconic parentage that he bore. Approaching the border was a strawberry-blond serval, his paws finding their purchase as he gazed around for any danger to him, teal eyes cautious.
He wasn't scared of the swamp, he merely wasn't fond of the feral predators within it. Strapped to his side for easy access sat a sword in a proudly adorned sheath that bore marks of his hidden godhood. Esteemed the blade of iron, gold and blue leather, beside his sheath would sit a satchel with the few belongings he called his own. At this time, he was traveling, in search of a place that he felt like he could settle. He didn't know much about Ares, but he knew she had been in despair when the ocean had claimed his first body - and that meant something to him, he wanted to give her a gift, and some consoling words for what it mattered.
Settling at the border, the tom would stretch and yawn quietly, double tails flicking back and forth as he looked around for a few moments. "Hello! I'm looking for [member=16769]Ares[/member] ! I formerly hailed from the Palm Glades!", he would call out, subtly wondering where his father, Bai Shi, might be, unknowing of their place within this group. -
He wasn't scared of the swamp, he merely wasn't fond of the feral predators within it. Strapped to his side for easy access sat a sword in a proudly adorned sheath that bore marks of his hidden godhood. Esteemed the blade of iron, gold and blue leather, beside his sheath would sit a satchel with the few belongings he called his own. At this time, he was traveling, in search of a place that he felt like he could settle. He didn't know much about Ares, but he knew she had been in despair when the ocean had claimed his first body - and that meant something to him, he wanted to give her a gift, and some consoling words for what it mattered.
Settling at the border, the tom would stretch and yawn quietly, double tails flicking back and forth as he looked around for a few moments. "Hello! I'm looking for [member=16769]Ares[/member] ! I formerly hailed from the Palm Glades!", he would call out, subtly wondering where his father, Bai Shi, might be, unknowing of their place within this group. -