My Spirit's Sleeping Somewhere Cold
Acere
Ignis
Hellhound
Master Fighter (635)
Master Hunter (240)
Juggernaut
Mangler
age
9 Years
9 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
105
105
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
08-27-2023, 01:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-27-2023, 01:19 AM by Ignis. Edited 1 time in total.)
He had drifted to sleep at last thanks to the pain medications provided by Sparrow's kid, and the booze he had taken from the pack stores. The combination of the two was potentially dangerous, but did he care? Not really. He had been losing himself more and more each day. Nothing he did was helping in returning him to his old self. The Ignis before all the darkness. The Innocent Ignis. The Ignis that loved and helped others. The Ignis that would've done anything for anyone. The one who loved his family. His friends. Corvus. His sister. His uncle...Acere had been there for him through thick and thin. Teaching him. Guiding him. Helping him find his way. And what had he done in return? Hurt him and stole his pack. Exiled him. Condemned him. And now...now Acere was dead. Ignis had stolen everything from the greatest warrior he had ever known. Snuffed him out like a candle. He didn't know if the exile was worse than death...what road would have been more honorable. But the decision haunted him after a while...after his head had cleared for a short time. He wasn't there when Acere succumbed to death. Hadn't been there for him to let him know that he did love him. That he wasn't alone. And Ignis had a feeling that at the rate he was going, he was likely to meet the same fate. Did his uncle at least have his exiled daughter with him? He didn't know. He hadn't seen Winter since that day, either. Shortly after that...he lost his brother. And his sister had returned briefly, only to disappear again. Everyone he knew and loved was gone. It was just his kids, and even they were hating him. He had abandoned them thanks to his darker tendencies. Left on a pilgrimage that ended up not really mattering in the end. He was alone. So...very alone. "Ignis..." He stirred. Brows knit together at the whisper of a voice. It was familiar. That single word full of life. Of kindness. No malice. No hatred. It spoke to him as if he was deserving of it. Eyes fluttered open, head lifting to find a face he never thought he'd see again. "Acere...?" |
Ignis is unpredictable and may become violent with little or no provocation due to his "demon"
*Ignis' tail is docked, and his left ear has been torn away and now resembles a Battle crop style.
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