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Azure

"Break what can be broken"

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6 Years
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Male
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1991
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Dire wolf
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Balanced
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11-15-2023, 06:38 PM


The conversation seemed to spin endlessly, a frustrating loop that Azure might have resented if he hadn't understood the depths of Basilisk's confusion. His son sought clear-cut answers from a wolf who was simply not equipped to offer them. "I've explained myself as much as I intend to." Azure's voice was terse, a growl underlining each word. The corner of his scarred lip curled slightly in warning. How could Basilisk not see? His actions over the year before he'd left... they had threatened to tear the pack apart.

Azure did not make a habit of repeating himself, but to end the discussion now, he would make an exception. "If I had not made space between myself and the pack... I would have destroyed it. Have your eyes been closed, all this time?" Disappointment seeped into his tone, a bitter substitute for the guilt Basilisk seemed to crave. "The feud between the Armada and the Pirates had nothing to do with your grandfather - Sparrow may have lit the fuse, but I fanned those flames." His curved claw raked a hasty line through the wet, coagulated sands.

"I trespassed upon their lands not once, but twice. I justified my actions as protective measures - a preemptive strike, wielded as a shield - when they were anything but. They was reckless provocation. If my actions brought them back upon our doorstep? Good; another excuse to bloody their shore." Drawing another line in the sand, he continued.

"My hate for my youngest siblings was intensifying by the day. After all, it was in giving them life that your grandmother began to lose hers." His sneer deepened as he recalled the disdain he had felt for his mother's last litter, the resentment that had festered like a wound. The line he drew this time was deeper, more aggressive. "Half a litter of broken, useless brats, unworthy of the Fatalis name. I wished them dead - I still do." Kite had been lucky that all he broke the day that she challenged him was her toes.

"And then there was Mojito." Azure's tone hardened, the memory of the fight still vivid and raw. "I realized my mistake too late, we were already trading blows. A healer, a loyal member of our pack, and I would have seen him shackled." A scornful, self-deprecating chuckle slipped from his lips. How foolish he had been. "The father of Asla's child, and I sought to grind him beneath my paw. In that moment, it became clear -  I was not acting in the interest of the Armada."

Azure’s gaze fixated on the lines etched in the sand, his grimace growing more pronounced as he contemplated just how many more sins he could lay bare across this sandy canvas. He had consciously avoided mentioning his sporadic bouts with alcohol or the desperate, insecure choice he had made to drug his mate. These were not secrets withheld due to Basilisk's maturity or their relationship as father and son, but rather because of the uncomfortable light they shed on Azure himself. Violence was something he could admit quite easily; it was nothing new to Basilisk. Weaknesses, however, were much harder to confess to.

After a moment of heavy silence, Azure realized it was time to steer the conversation towards its end. He cleared his throat, his voice emerging rough yet resolute. "We could stand here all night tallying my faults, but it won’t change the past. It won’t erase the scars, mine or yours."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, his eyes briefly meeting Basilisk's before turning away to gaze out towards the sea. "I’ve given you as much an explanation as you are owed. Accept it, or don't." Azure's word was firm, a clear sign that his willingness to continue the topic had been thoroughly drained. "It is my turn for questions. Tell me of the flood." Basilisk had only touched on the topic, had only given his father enough of a description to be able to assume the worst. "Wolves died. Mum, my littermates."

"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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