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Set Me Up

Thalia



Kefka

Somnium

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Medium
posts
102
player
Chrono I

Samhain 2022Critical Fail!
09-29-2020, 09:10 AM (This post was last modified: 10-13-2020, 04:32 PM by Kefka.)

Kefka had left his mother in the east as he did most every day. She knew better than to run because Kefka had been traveling with her for nearly three years and would know all of her little hiding places. It didn't help that they were actually hiding from the Abraxas and she wouldn't get far before he caught on to her and found her. Still, he tried to keep a perimeter around the east and southern lands to keep track of her scent, just in case she had any ideas.

He wandered more to the south, the scent of Aerie familiar from his encounter with Thalia though he wasn't quite ready to pursue anything with them yet. He had his hands tied toying with Agria, this time not chained by her. He found it amusing to think of her as his slave, though he didn't do anything too demonic to her from their battle and after. His actions had become brutal and though he didn't really feel like himself in the act, he had no shame in what he did. He didn't plan on doing the same such thing in the future though. Everything but that. But who knew what could urge him on.

He walked through the plains not caring of the multitude of prey around him as he waltzed through and they scattered away from him only to go graze somewhere else. He had already had his fill for the evening and probably wouldn't go hunting until the morning time. He felt generous to give Agria her own fill, though she didn't seem to be too grateful for it.

His massive form came to the shallow creek off in the distance, lapping his thirst away before he turned to take a seat off the soft banks and gazing out at where his tracks had led him. It was peaceful here, and he couldn't help feeling calm from the slight breeze that brushed by. He was in no hurry to rush back to Agria. And for now he would just enjoy the cooler summer day.

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!Rated R! For language and sexual themes. Prone to violence.

(Kah-ef-kah Ah-brax-us)

Scent: Roses
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Season: Winter
Status: Single (Heterosexual)
Height: 40 inches
Home: Grapevine Cathedral
Maims: Sheath scarring, barely noticeable unless someone is actually looking there while he is belly-up

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