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The Inquisitor

Mireia, Sephiran



Azrael

Loner

Beginner Hunter (0)

Beginner Healer (0)

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
68
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
13
player
Joe
05-15-2024, 02:30 AM (This post was last modified: 05-15-2024, 02:31 AM by Azrael. Edited 1 time in total.)

Large violet paws so dark they were almost an inky black crunched through the dense snowfall of the north, crushing the fresh powder beneath his weight. The sizable brute carved a path through the snow for his smaller companion to follow through, leading the way by shape nares in the direction of familiar scents—scents he hadn't smelled in a long time. Not since they'd set out to establish their own domain. And ah, would you look at that, it appears they had succeeded! Azrael tilted his head and smiled as his pale sage green eyes fell upon the skeletons strewn across the obvious scent border that marked the clan he had been seeking for some time now. He studied the corpses like they were a macabre art installation, humming pensively to himself while he trudged along past them as if they were entirely commonplace decoration. It would appear his cousin's taste in decor hadn't changed much in the time since he'd departed from Saffron. Some things never changed...

"Come along," he called back to the earth and cream fae in tow behind him, purring baritones almost singing with his simple yet direct command. Across his back, the brute carried a simple rucksack that hung off the side of his body, the bag containing all of his worldly possessions that meant anything to him, which were few and far between. He was a wolf of simple means. All he took with him from his old home were the things he deemed irreplaceable. They were mostly his tools of his trade; everything else he could acquire anew here. Well, besides the lovely lady following at his heels, that was. She had been an unexpected surprise toy to add to his collection. Drawing closer to the borders proper, the violet brute came to a halt and sniffed at the ground. Yes, this was definitely the place. The land positively reeked of Saxe. How delightful! With a crooked grin, the brute lifted his muzzle and issued a short call for the new Sultan.

While they waited, the brute turned to the fae—his Sidi. Those green eyes pierced into her ruby red jewels with a severity to emphasize his words to her. "Follow in silence if you value your skin. Speak when spoken to, not a moment before. And for both our sakes, try to not be a total brat to our new Sultan." He flashed his teeth in a menacing grin—a warning issued only once. "I don't want my new toy broken this soon." With his advice passed on, the brute turned forward and stood straight, waiting for the familiar form of Sephiran to appear to them. An eager smile laid easy on his lips, the calm and confident demeanor of a wolf who knew what he had to offer and was ready to begin his work.

Azrael Saxe was home.

"Azrael"

Warning: Azrael is a highly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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Mireia

Loner

Beginner Healer (0)

Beginner Intellectual (0)

age
2 Years
gender
Female
gems
28
size
Small
build
Light
posts
5
player
Shelby
Today, 01:46 AM
Mireia followed along in Azreal's footsteps, prancing lightly in the gap in the snow his large frame created for her. Of all the places his search would lead them, did it have to be the frigid north? There were numerous–countless even–lovely, temperate, regions on this continent and it's southern counterpart, but noooo, they just had to come up to the heavy snows of the north! And what was worse it looked like what he had been searching for so throughly was indeed right here in this frigid temperatures. Just her luck... She glanced across the snow at the strewn bones and corpses with a raised brow. How delightful...

She had slowed her steps a bit as she took in her surroundings, not realizing she was falling behind until he told her to come along with his sing-song sort of way of speaking. "¡Ya voy, mi querido bastardo!" she sang back to him in response with a chuckle before bounding to make up ground until she was following along at his heels once more. Eventually they seemed to reach the edge of this claimed land and Azreal let out a call for the leader of this merry band. Internally she groaned at the fact that this meant she'd be living here, but she supposed this was a small price to pay for him ending Vaso's miserable existence.

She stepped to the side so that she could see past him, but still stayed behind him all the same. As much as she tested her limits and pushed his buttons whenever she got the chance there were some things that were simply ingrained into her from her life as a slave. She met his gaze as he looked back at her with his not so subtle threats, a slight smirk pulling at her lips when he instructed her to not be a brat to their new Sultan. "I'll be on my best behavior," she promised with a purr to her voice. She was interested to see what kind of brute could hold sway and lordship over a male like Azreal so with her own curiosity she waited, peering across the northern land ahead of them.

"Mireia"