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my hands are tied & my lips are sealed

azure



Azure

"Break what can be broken"

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age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
1991
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Dire wolf
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Balanced
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01-21-2022, 12:26 AM
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Azure watched the healer carefully as she spoke, searching her eyes and body language for the fear and submission he'd hoped to see there. Unfortunately healers - while often soft, squishy types - often borrowed confidence from their trade, and Azure sighed as the she-wolf fell into a well rehearsed assessment, seemingly unaffected. He did as he was bid, lifting his limbs forward and back, and to the side as best as they were able to display the range of motion each appendage had. Each movement felt natural without discomfort or pain, but Halo had only requested his voice if there was something concerning. His final limb was replaced back upon the ground and he remained silent, watching as the wolf stalked investigative circles around him.

Her first question came and the man grunted his reply. "I don't sleep." The Long Night had done a number upon the Armada Champion, driving him into nearly-insanity as it had reached his brain. One unfortunate symptom of it had been a crippling fear of the dark - one Azure was still trying to get over, now that he was healed. Her questions continued, one after another and growing more personal the more she spoke. "No." Az gave in reply once, twice, three times, and then a fourth time as she continued her inquiry. It took him a brief moment to realize he'd spaced out during the fourth question, giving the wrong (and more concerning) answer. "I mean, yes, I'm eating fine."

She requested to touch him and his brow raised in a silent reply. Did healers typically ask permission before doing their jobs? Azure wasn't sure, but he did suddenly have an urge to show her how little he cared for that kind of consent. "Fine." He sighed, gesturing with one mutated paw for her to approach him to have her hands on inspection. To her next question he gave a bark of a laugh, though the humor was drained of it. "Your predecessor seems fairly confident that contraception is ineffective on me." Had he known the woman more, he might have shared how the last healer he'd seen had accused his testicles of being as mutated as the rest of him. While the idea was laughable, it did somehow explain Basilisk.

Speaking of his children. "I'm more interested in the health of my sons and daughters, when you get to their check-ups. As well as the health of my fiancé and my mother."


"Speech"




Both of Azure's ears have notches and tears.
Az has a scar across his right eye, a mirror image of his natural born marking.
Azure has saber fangs, bone spurs on his elbows and knees, and the paws/forelimbs of a bear.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.

Azure's companions are a very big bat and a young clouded leopard, unless otherwise stated assume they're not with him.




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