04-25-2021, 03:21 PM
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LAEGLIN NIAZAI LINGRÉ
[W]iskerLAEGLIN NIAZAI LINGRÉ
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] A breath would push past his lips, gaze breaking from the armor and corpse to the youth that and come closer. He had heard his approach but hadn't acknowledged it, still locked within those strange memories he couldn't make sense of - no, he didn't want to make sense of them. It wasn't that he couldn't. A shaken breath left him for a second time as he debated how to answer Arvid. Finally, he would speak, "I'm fine. Just remembering some ... interesting things, is all. Reminded me of my mother and siblings, but none of them would ever wear armor like this.", he spoke without emotion.
His mother must be dead by now, hell, most if not all of his bloodline was dead. Shaking his body and fur, he would stare at the decomposing corpse coldly, "Just bears the same color as my mother's coat. She wouldn't be so foolish to travel alone if she was unwell. The rest ... they didn't look like her. I am the only one to resemble her.", would come the faint hint of a laugh.
"It's just a body. Though, I'll be taking the armor. It is of interest to me.", he laid his vocal claim to the armor as he looked to the corpse. He didn't care about mucking his paws up in the corpse, or the scent. It could be left out after a thorough washing. And if the scent persisted? All the better. His memories were enough to tell him things - he had been a child once as he had been in this life itself when he had been in the accident, in another life he'd been a soldier or knight of some sort, and lastly he'd been a kind of doctor or priest.
Funny that now, he was a god himself, a godship that he hid from most because it was not something he found to be special. It was merely extra duties and more people to look after. Perhaps this armor could help his memories show him more of the past? He couldn't hide the feeling in his chest that there had been a loss in the last two memories he'd been thrown into. -
His mother must be dead by now, hell, most if not all of his bloodline was dead. Shaking his body and fur, he would stare at the decomposing corpse coldly, "Just bears the same color as my mother's coat. She wouldn't be so foolish to travel alone if she was unwell. The rest ... they didn't look like her. I am the only one to resemble her.", would come the faint hint of a laugh.
"It's just a body. Though, I'll be taking the armor. It is of interest to me.", he laid his vocal claim to the armor as he looked to the corpse. He didn't care about mucking his paws up in the corpse, or the scent. It could be left out after a thorough washing. And if the scent persisted? All the better. His memories were enough to tell him things - he had been a child once as he had been in this life itself when he had been in the accident, in another life he'd been a soldier or knight of some sort, and lastly he'd been a kind of doctor or priest.
Funny that now, he was a god himself, a godship that he hid from most because it was not something he found to be special. It was merely extra duties and more people to look after. Perhaps this armor could help his memories show him more of the past? He couldn't hide the feeling in his chest that there had been a loss in the last two memories he'd been thrown into. -