Vindico

Home or danger?

Tarrin Nuvarra Offline

of Vindico
12 Seasons / Male / Familiar
Played by Raine
10 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
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#1
Tarrin sighed as he wondered. He wasn't use to this at all, he wanted a home, a place to call his or something. He didn't have to be an alpha, he didn't have to be a high rank even; just the thought of a place to be was enough to him. It wasn't actually that long ago, just under a year that he had lost everything ear to him. His parents, his to be mate and the pack he was going to take over. Stopping under a tree; he laid down and lowered his head on his paws, closing his eyes but not falling to sleep. His wings shifted with each breath he took and soon he lifted them and spread them out on the ground. 

After who knows how long of staying there, Tarrin shifted his white body and retracted his wings, folding them against him once more. Lifting himself up onto his paws, he threw his head back and howled, he had to know who was around him. Now Tarrin's howl, its notes lifted, lowered and lifted once more before trailing off. He was not a musical wolf, he did not normally carried a song at night or during the day not to his knowledge anyways, but he was somewhat of a wolf with a song.
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Warbler Madar Offline

Loner of Noa
15 Seasons / Male / Familiar
Played by Dee
30 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
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#2


Warbler Madar


Away from the city he slipped, from the hustle and bustle of family as well as from the general madness of the crowds. Into the wilderness the bird went to take some strange sort of solace in the silence of nature. He didn’t blame them… He never blamed them… The ferals that was, he understood the draw and the compulsion to be with nature. Not that his body was overly set up to be in nature, but he still enjoyed what time he had with it. And so he would wander, every so often lifting dexterous fingers and running talons along the bark to scar it. He wasn’t so good at tracking and he didn’t want to lose his way… At least not on this particular day. He had intentions to return after all, at least for now.

Limb would lift, talons wrapping around a low hanging branch as he paused. A strange smile dancing upon his lips as sharp gaze drifted out on the lands. Mactibilis… He wasn't a huge fan of the forest, preferring the plains, but today this felt right. Strange smile would remain plastered on his lips even as his taloned paw would return to the earth and he would continue on his impromptu march through the forest. He had no real direction until a howl would cause him to pause, ears snapping up before head would swivel around to face the sound. Blinking slowly his feathers would quiver before the avian would head towards it. What dumbass was howling out here? A feral perhaps?

And yet as he approached it did not seem to be a feral, White was not a common colour for them. And yet his last encounter with a feral woman had left him scratching his head as well so obviously not everything was as it seemed out here. Not so black and white as his father had let on when sending his children out into the world. "Why so loud?"
His voice was annoyed, but then again it was always annoyed. Brow would arch as feathers ruffled, strange avian wolf fixating his peculiar gaze on new company.

"Hear me roar"

Table & art by Layla/fiftyblackroses


@Tarrin
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Beauturn Eslelise-Freewinter Offline

Loner of Vindico
18 Seasons / Male / Factionless
Played by Astrara
205 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
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Beauturn Eslelise Freewinter
I'd like my obituary to hint at a sequal
The enslaver of the sky king, the purloiner of ashes
Through the dark of cursed grounds he would persist, two beings bound by magic. Enslaved by sheer dumb luck. The eagle and the eagle king. Oh blessed Beauturn who raised the stars themselves. The treasurer, aimless wonderer. Wanting only to see his wives again, his unborn children. The thought of them persisting in some world without father no soul to guide them rended him beyond the passage of grief. He was devastated. Empty. A shell of the grandeur the idealist pirate king and his entourage once held. No now he was mortal. He felt every year placed upon him. Every ticking second. He was a passage of tragedies driven by the attempt to preserve his crumbling life as the waters washed his humanity unto dirt. To lose children. Nobody truly understood. He found it easier on his mind to prevail searching for them. To dream of finding his lovers. To dream of teaching all his father placed unto him; this blessed prodigy that he was.
Voices would pull him from his pity.

The mighty Roc would lay heavy talons upon the earth, puncturing. Bleeding soil and life and nature. Its eyes like the mountains; cold, sharp and brutal. Following the arrival of the giant beast lay its king, an old king. An ancient gentry despite his youth and beauty and olden tongue. He would follow on wings of black not white. His runes ablaze, a standoff. It distinguished him. Now came a ritual of exploration, his gaze searching face to foot of the two interlocutors before he’d look to the skies instead, disinterested in his sights. Although the contrast of stark while with the madrigal of a yellow vestal was an odd gathering. He assumed one could say the same about himself and his mountainous sky beast. “Libra, speak swift what do I spy here.” He’d exclaim, friendly enough. Strolling into the unbroken circle, a new challenger. He was casual. Exuding the ichor of elegance as large wings would tuck to his side, the eagle-born beast at his heals. Libra would sing its praises through song. His scream as sharp as the air.

“What is this? Among flightless birds and pale connoisseurs.” He’d gest, a smirk upon his sharp face, before gesturing sideward with a paw.  “A gathering?” A coven? Beauturn had driven his fill of drowning witches, those unholy magic users of whom he wanted no more than to submerge. The sins of unworthy baptised in ash and black ichor. As If in reply he would usher something to the pale beast beside him “Libra assail.” And with that the bird would fall backwards to the shadows, blue eyes like the clear waters locked upon the two bodies.

It was like his earlier thinking’s where isolated from him. Drawn to the back. That dark untouched place.


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