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Moonlight Madness

using for deer daddy + Eden



Ignis

"You become the monster you fear the most"

Insomnia
Hellhound

Master Fighter (635)

Master Hunter (240)

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
45
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
508
player
Dragon Mod

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Critical Hit!Christmas 2019Trick 2019
07-19-2022, 03:28 AM


He felt vulnerable. Like he was a pup needing the protection of his mother all over again. Only...his mother was dead. And he only got to see her in his dreams sometimes. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, feel it beating against his chest as if it were trying to escape. He felt like his breath was stuck in his lungs, and he was unable to breathe. It was like everything he had worked to shove down and ignore was suddenly rising to the surface all at once, like a pot of boiling water that had been left unattended and was now spilling over.

"It's okay," No... "I know... you don't want to talk about it. But I'll be here to listen when you are." Things weren't okay. He struggled to hold back everything he was feeling. It was...strange. He had no idea how to handle this. All that time of just shoving things into the closet until it was literally overflowing now seemed like a very bad idea, and the doors were about to burst.

"Why...?" He asked. Though it was a rhetorical question. Why did everything happen the way it did? His father's abandonment. His mother's death. Corvus' rejection. His siblings drifting away. Acere's death. His own damn children that he hadn't seen in ages...but he had abandoned them.

He felt like something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't breathe. He wasn't quite aware that she was drawing closer to him. The crimson male was too wrapped up in trying to sort out what was going on in his head now that she had unwrapped it all and it came out like a tangled mess.

Finally, when she touched his chest, and he felt it, he stiffened up. He flinched, body tense at the contact. He subconsciously waited to feel her teeth trying to rip into him like she had tried to minutes before but...there was no pain. There was no other movement. There was...nothing...but her delicate touch. He blinked as he stared into the darkness.

Nobody had touched him in...what he considered to be a meaningful way...since...fuck, he couldn't remember. He was shocked she had even done that...

But next thing he knew, he found himself wrapping his forearms around her smaller frame and pulling her in. The crimson male practically curled his body around hers, tucking his head into her softer fur and just...breathed. He held on tightly, his eyes squeezing shut as he let her scent and warmth wash over him. Intoxicating. Comforting. Why did this feel...wrong yet...not?


"Ignis"||"Blödhgarm"

Ignis has a pair of Sika Deer antlers that are not depicted in his artwork (yet).
Ignis is unpredictable and may become violent with little or no provocation due to his "demon" schizophrenia inherited in his bloodline! Consider this your warning!
*Ignis' tail is docked, and his left ear has been torn away and now resembles a Battle crop style.