a modern concussion
Kefka
thinking "speech" "others" The mists parted like a veil for the form of a wolf, one with a coat of brindled pink and ashen grey. It seemed almost as though the wolf emerged from the steam itself. The distinct facial markings should have been enough to jog his memories, faded with age, but it was the eyes. His brother's eyes. Clear, unbroken ebony. It had been so long, and now here he was. Striding forth with an unfamiliar sway and a Cheshire grin that flashed sharp ivory fangs. They were the same size, almost identical in builds now. With age, his brother's pelt had developed definition in its hues. Their sire's sandstone hues peeked through along his ears and the fronts of his forelimbs. Streaks of striking ruby lined each side of his snout, stained his lips. A perfect circle of obsidian between equally dark eyes stood out against chiseled, masculine features. Yet, that familiar pink along his flanks reminded the phoenix of their mother, as did the carefree stride. If he was here, Agria was somewhere. She had to be, their parents weren't very old when they'd been born. "I hope you cleaned your dick well enough. Don’t suppose you’d be up for some much needed, delayed fun." the slow drawl sounded hollow in his ears, the unrecognizable rumble of male vocals that didn't match up to the high pitched squeals of their childhood. Both of them had been alive all this time, evading capture while he and their sire had chased them from one end of the continent to another, to different lands entirely over the years. The loss had eaten away at Kaine until he was driven nearly mad, he remembered the sleepless nights where the man would disappear without a trace until dawn broke. He took many lovers over the years, but none of them stayed. None would hold the place in either of their hearts that Agria had taken up. He'd watched his parent grow to hate Agria, their other half. The mother of their sons, who'd taken half of their heart with her. With Kefka, she'd stolen Mephistopheles' youth as he was dragged away from his home to uphold Abraxas honour. The insult to the great Empire drove them on for hundred of miles, endless searching. He'd come back just long enough to wonder what normalcy felt like, to get a taste for love, and then Kaine dragged him off. They never found the missing duo, and Kaine had died without seeing his duty fulfilled. The lackadaisical demeanour of his brother, after all of these years showing up without a care in the world. It felt like an insult to everything he'd given up to try and find him again. Tears stung the backs of his eyes, building along the rims of his optics unbidden. Cerulean gaze narrowed, expression fizzling from dumbstruck into something new. The reality before him chased itself around in circles within the confines of his skull, that he'd lost his childhood searching for Kefka, watched his father driven mad by the search, only to find him by accident. No word of explanation, not a hint of sorrow or relief. Brows drew together to form deep furrows betwixt, and auburn auds pulled close to his skull as the world seemed to quiet, save for the rush of blood in his ears. Every muscle seemed to pull taut as a bowstring, wound tight by years of repressed emotion resurfacing all at once in the face of his loss. "Kefka." he finally uttered, forced through tightened throat- his typical purr no more than a strangled, choked off noise of desperate hurt. Why had he waited so long? Why hadn't he found them sooner? Why had their sire been forced to suffer for so long without any sign of the missing pair? How was any of it fair? He'd given up everything to find his brother, his mother, and it had been for nothing. Because here he was, after everything, stumbling across him by accident. It wasn't FAIR. The clench of his muscles came before his brain could catch up to the pure instinct that drove him forth, closing the distance between them with the push of powerful haunches. Tail tucked tight against his belly, auds flat against his skull, and eyes narrowed, he leapt for his brother. Inky lips parted with a snarl, jaws splaying wide as he took a scant few strides to close the three or four feet between them. As the distance closed, he lifted his forelimbs from the ground, leaning his weight back onto hind limbs in an attempt to wrap lean forelimbs around Kefka's neck in a bear hug. Forepaws splayed wide, claws curving inward in hopes of improving his grip by digging into the flesh or fur around Kefka's neck and shoulders if his hold landed. The momentum of his leap would seek to be thrown to his left, trying to wrest his brother off balance, or topple him entirely to the ground. Fangs would seek purchase upon his face, glistening ivories aiming to fasten onto his muzzle from his left, thus latching onto the right side of his brother's muzzle. He splayed the toes of his hind limbs in an attempt to maintain purchase on the muddy ground with his claws. Mephistopheles Aman Abraxas vs Kefka Abraxas for Dominance Round 1/?? Age: 1+ year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty: N/A |
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