eyes wide shut
04-22-2018, 12:59 PM
| Dimitri had been many things when he had lived among Iromar's best. He lived among the best as one of the best. The illusionist, as he'd been then. That part of him was still alive and well, taking souls for the reaping. Taking them, keeping them, ensuring that there were enough to go around. Things like that were important to remain within the balance of power. A fighter and a navigator, Dimitri would learn everything about these lands. He'd develop into a creature that would be able to find any creature that had walked upon the ground here, and if it hadn't, he'd find it anyway. A ranger. A tracker. A hunter of those that lived and thought as they did. There was so much brewing beneath the surface. Elias Praetor. Dimitri had forsaken his surname, but he understood. There was a certain power to holding your own name, to being a male of lineage. Supposedly there was. Things are different when you're the black sheep of your family. Things had changed inside him, within him, and in the way that he thought and existed. It was okay. He wasn't required to give a fuck, after all. Of demons. A rakish smile crosses his features, glimmer residing in his eyes. "I was raised by demons, trained by demons. I ate at their table and warmed their beds, and in turn they made me their own. I walked by their sides in this life and saw them off into the next. I know enough." His jaw sets, and Dimitri can see the man gearing up for a fight. Each movement was carefully matched. On this night, he would defend himself and push no further, should he need to. Nails digging into the dirt beneath him, head dropping, hackles up, ears pinned to his skull. There was no fear here, there never was. "I'm a wolf hound. I was bred for nothing less." Matched. Dimitri would match every step of the way. That was all he needed in a moment like this. fear no brawl fear no scars |