It's Like Waking Up From a Nightmare
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Ignis
Hellhound
Master Fighter (635)
Master Hunter (240)
Juggernaut
Mangler
age
9 Years
9 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
45
45
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
08-15-2024, 11:56 AM
His lip twitched as he watched the boy. Making sense of what he'd said regarding his name. It seemed the recognition of the name pleased him, and he was right. Medusa was an odd one, there was no mistaking that. But she was also incredibly clever in her own way. Whatever she had been doing in raising this one, well...suffice to say she had been doing a far better job than he ever could. Not that he'd admit that anytime soon, if ever. "Yes...she is a clever one, alright." That, he couldn't deny. And at the mention of Diablo, the boys demeanor changed. Diablo had mentioned once upon a time that he had battled a boy in the battlefield that smelled oddly familiar despite never having met him before. His suspicions grew when he put two and two together. The way the red boy acted, his crimson coat, the vague familial scent...granted, Ignis couldn't remember much of that night with Medusa in the cave, but he also never neglected the potential that something had come of it. And that something was standing right here in front of him. "Yes. You two fought on the battlefield. He bested you, but you were younger then. No doubt you'd likely best him now." He smirked. Diablo was a cocky bastard. Too full of himself. But he had little to show for his high and mighty attitude. Was this boy equally as cocky? It didn't seem like it, but then again, they didn't know each other. So he couldn't quite determine whether he was true or not. He studied the boy as his emotions seemed to grow. The child had questions. There was a hunger in his gaze. In the way he moved. Part of him wanted to draw this out and see if it would click, but it appeared the boy needed a direct answer. Rising from his position, the crimson male approached the boy, closing the gap between them until he stood just inches away, red eyes boring into the golden gaze of his newfound child. "I am your father. And you are my son. There is no mistaking it." Forward. Direct. His fur bristled slightly as he anticipated a violent response, though perhaps there was a chance that wouldn't come. After all, nearly all of his children had been unpredictable so far...this one might not be so different. "Ignis""Blödhgarm" |
| Art by Naiterion |
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.
