Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Age: Grown up
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Arabian
Height: 15.3
Player: sanaa
Color: autumn leafed ()
Eyes: Orange
Markings:
Mane & Tail: Made of twigs
Etojo is covered in autumn leaves with a mane and tail made up entirely by brittle twigs. He has a couple of fangs, scary orange eyes and looks rather emaciated most of the time because he sucks at hunting and killing for his food.
Parents: |
Children: Brethil (Lucrezia) |
Companion:
Genetic Traits: Autumn Entity
Non-Genetic Traits:
Trait Genetic Code: TEGteg [-AUTUMN ENTITY-]
Defects:
Etojo’s first encounter with the abominations of Beqanna was in the meadow. The grasses green and swaying, a scene so picturesque Etojo could not comprehend how it had come to be blighted with such deformity. He had pitied the thing, the young Fiasko, weak, fragile, hungry. But most of all wrong. Death to the little creature would be a mercy. But alas, before Etojo could strike the killing blow he was set upon by a monstrous Hellhound and his own survival had taken precedence over snuffing the life out of another. Battered, bruised and hurting, Etojo left the encounter with an even deeper rooted hate for all creatures he deemed abnormal. And he had avoided the horned, the winged (especially winged) and the otherwise deformed as best he could.
Until fate would have him become one of them…
Forced into a quest not of his choosing, Etojo faced the strange and otherworldly. His biggest triumph was that he survived, and for this, be it reward or curse, he had become a changed animal. A monster, an ugly thing, a spectre of autumn in every way.
It had been because of the changes, because he had grown fangs and a desire for raw flesh that Etojo had tried to make lunch out of Kora. A fortunately unsuccessful attempt, for dear Noori had fed him one of her deer.
The seasons endured, the world around him changed, there were conquests and there were wars, but he had never been a part of any of that. Monstrous, and with a blood lust for all who came near, Etojo kept himself solidly away from any flesh that would tempt him to kill. He survived on the spoils of other predators, he had become an excellent scavenger.
Time marched on as it tends to do. When the magic that had changed him was lifted he returned to these lands. Many plans were thwarted, as per usual. But he forged a strange sort of connection with Lucrezia that was momentarily more than their usual exasperation of one another, discovered that he did have gooey emotions and that there were after all better things in this world than eating grass.
When the magic was forced back upon him, turning him ugly. Etojo once again fled into the depths of the forest, rarely to be seen and only venturing beyond the trees to torment those he deemed below him because it made him feel better and calmed his increasingly wild and poor tormented soul.
After a terrible nightmare featuring Lucrezia, Etojo very slowly made his way back. His journey was so slow you could even be mistaken into thinking there was no urgency. But there was.
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