The healer has the bloodiest hands.
3-3-3 OC
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Vespero "Fafnir" Emotional Actions Thoughts

Vespero stood in a realm of clouds, one decorated in stars and the northern lights. The god danced, swaying with the ribbons of light, their pelt softly ruffled with the dew of the clouds. The wolf wasn't too mindful of what was happening, just happily dancing amongst their domain. It was peaceful, besides the voice ringing in their ears, heavy with lust and demanding of blood.

It wasn't until Vespero was falling, that they noticed everything was different, once dancing peacefully above a royal wedding, to decorate the lovers special day, now falling towards..Sand? They weren't above sand last, why were they falling too?

"Lookie there, the poor god, falling from it's perch."

Vespero quietly groaned, using their limbs and swinging themselves to land on their side. Surprisingly, even from that fall, had only strained and maybe sprained an ankle, or pulled a muscle or two. The wolf slowly stood, nose twitching slowly as they gathered their spindly legs under themself and looked around slightly dazed and very annoyed at the voice lingering in the back of their mind.

Vespero slowly walked to the waters edge, watching it lap against their pale paws, yellow gaze narrowing at the reflection, carefully they turned from the waters and lazily walked off from the water and further towards inland. What was this place? What did it have to offer them, or Fafnir..?

[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

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She didn’t know what she was doing here. She only knew that the clouds; they called to her; so Euphemia continued her northern journey. Across the mountains, to the glittering sea.

She walked until she found another standing at the water’s edge, the midnight blue of their fur matching the deep azure of the ocean just beyond the lapping waves. The silver maiden walked right up abreast of the stranger and looked out, seeming to ponder similar questions.

In truth, this was Euphemia’s first time seeing a beach. It reminded her a lot of the lake that sat low in the bosom of the vale, how the waters seemed to undulate in time with some unseen metronome. Here, the power that emanated from the water was palpable. She felt herself pulled by it. Her inner waters swayed in and out, in time with the lunar forces that tugged so consistently on the external. It was calming.

Euphemia said nothing and gazed out silently at the expanse that seemed to roll out before them both, without end.

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[tugix muradoii feeds the black sea. otter woman has quieted. hard shoves of shoulder and paw send bone matter, bloodstains, stones -- all into the depths. their depths. two strangers on the ice-studded beach. ivory man trails to confront. this impulse, held off by a hungering interest. a tall wolf of interesting gradient. a small pale figure. they come to the sea, and tugix sits for now to watch. to see if they will be accepted. nothing hides him from their eyes, nor they from his. he is only waiting.]

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can be a cameo unless spotted!

tugix muradoii feeds the black sea.

otter woman has quieted.

hard shoves of shoulder and paw send bone matter, bloodstains, stones -- all into the depths.

their depths.

two strangers on the ice-studded beach. ivory man trails to confront.

this impulse, held off by a hungering interest.

a tall wolf of interesting gradient. a small pale figure.

they come to the sea, and tugix sits for now to watch. to see if they will be accepted.

nothing hides him from their eyes, nor they from his.

he is only waiting.