A quiet place to die
06-15-2023, 07:55 AM
As enraging as the darkness of his new world was, it was comforting in its own right, too. At least the company of his own thoughts were familiar to him, no matter how turbulent they might be. The outside world was feeling increasingly more and more alien to him these days. It felt even more jarring being caught off-guard. He hadn't heard anyone coming, nor had he smelled them. An instinctive snarl began to build in his throat but he choked it back quickly, unsure who this stranger was. Their scent was as unfamiliar as the rest of the wolves that inhabited Insomnia. It was distinctly female though. Adult. The luminescent markings on his coat lit up as she spoke, the glow impossible to miss against the gradually fading light of the evening. "Name's Veigar," he answered plainly. His voice lacked aggression though was devoid of any friendliness too. "Who're you?" Veigar had been living in his head and avoiding others so long that he didn't know much of anything, other than that the few wolves he cared for seemingly had abandoned him when he needed it most. |
Veigar is completely blind; his eyes are a hazy shade of pale yellow, though he tries his best to hide this fact.
His saliva also glows a faint shade of neon green since the Ooze event.
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