04-20-2018, 08:26 PM
The tides of Beqanna are changing.
This didn't mean he had to. Old habits die hard, they say. He finds himself in a familiar place - the forest. The forest is always where he'd run to, right? And here he finds himself again, because fuck it, it was easier in the forest then with all the morons that seemed to invade Beqanna now. He's growing old, he knows it. He'd been a dick when he was younger but now? Everything seemed to annoy him. Children, adults, the fucking elderly, all of them were waning on his last good nerve.
He is in his preferred form today - a slender, long-legged, slate gray wolf. His eyes are a beady crimson, baring down on any who dare to cross his path. Truthfully, he needs something to do (kingdom work, beating the hell out of someone, whatever worked). He'd never admit that to himself (or to anyone else, for that matter), though. His life had grown unbearably stagnant; he was the king of Heaven's Gates for Christ's sake, and now where was he? Slinking about the forest like a goddamn loser.
He lets out a throaty growl, plopping back on his rump almost comically - legs stretched outwards, back hunched over. Time had taken him; the emerald coat of his horse form had begun to gray out into murky green, his body groaned in pain when he stretched. He isn't what he used to be (and he's sure the lack of activity wasn't helping), and he knows it. That damn father time, He thinks to himself, rolling his eyes. He's a fucking dick.
OOC: trying to do this guy some justice. I hate starters, but I'm so excited to have an opportunity to play him!
This didn't mean he had to. Old habits die hard, they say. He finds himself in a familiar place - the forest. The forest is always where he'd run to, right? And here he finds himself again, because fuck it, it was easier in the forest then with all the morons that seemed to invade Beqanna now. He's growing old, he knows it. He'd been a dick when he was younger but now? Everything seemed to annoy him. Children, adults, the fucking elderly, all of them were waning on his last good nerve.
He is in his preferred form today - a slender, long-legged, slate gray wolf. His eyes are a beady crimson, baring down on any who dare to cross his path. Truthfully, he needs something to do (kingdom work, beating the hell out of someone, whatever worked). He'd never admit that to himself (or to anyone else, for that matter), though. His life had grown unbearably stagnant; he was the king of Heaven's Gates for Christ's sake, and now where was he? Slinking about the forest like a goddamn loser.
He lets out a throaty growl, plopping back on his rump almost comically - legs stretched outwards, back hunched over. Time had taken him; the emerald coat of his horse form had begun to gray out into murky green, his body groaned in pain when he stretched. He isn't what he used to be (and he's sure the lack of activity wasn't helping), and he knows it. That damn father time, He thinks to himself, rolling his eyes. He's a fucking dick.
OOC: trying to do this guy some justice. I hate starters, but I'm so excited to have an opportunity to play him!