ardent

not a pretty sight

healing / hermes



Azure

"Break what can be broken"

Loner

Master Fighter (935)

Master Hunter (555)

An icon representing the specialty Saboteur Saboteur

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
1991
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
1,056

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08-21-2022, 10:27 PM


Fighting through the pain of the wound had taken all of Azure's energy reserves. His head remained bowed, the bridge of his nose rested against the ground between his legs, his spine and neck arched into a position that was half-prone and half-fetal. The tattered tip of one ear flicked as the sound of paw steps signalled the arrival of another - a healer, he hoped, though if it had been an enemy he knew he had no strength left in him to fight - and his gaze flicked upwards through his lashes to eye the approaching pair of monochromatic forelimbs.

At her words his head fell gently to the right, revealing to her the torn remnants of his left cheek. The tip of his muzzle rolled with the movement through the blood-soaked dirt, his tongue working to displace the blood that ran down through the ripped flesh and into his maw. The new posture also allowed him to angle his gaze higher without needing to exert more effort to lift his head - this healer was not one he was familiar with (which made sense, seeing as he'd not walked Ashen territory in years now) and not only that, but she was quite young. He wanted to say as much, though speaking with the wound was difficult enough without wasting words on snide comments.

"I am Azure.. Fatalis." He managed, the words sounding slurred as he struggled to speak without stretching the wound. "Champion of the Armada... a friend to the Empire." The combination of exhaustion, blood loss, and dehydration from his previous night of drinking was weighing heavier on his body each moment. He doubted he'd be able to get across much more. "Can you help me?"

"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.