I, the devourer
11-28-2024, 04:49 PM
 Slowly growing used to live within Obscura, Veigar had begun to warily stretch his limbs and explore the lands outside his new home. The months spent within the pack had been dedicated to tirelessly scouring the lands, exploring each inch of the redbud forest until he practically knew where every single tree cropped up, where the waterways wove to the falls, where solid ground turned to water toward the mangrove forest. It was a painstaking task for the blind wolf, learning each inch of the land until he knew it like the paw of his paw, but it was the only way he knew how to survive here- to be aware of his surroundings. Today he made his way to the west of the hot springs. He was sure he'd been this way once, but his life felt like it'd been fractured in two; he was a different wolf now, after his blindness, and he lived in an entirely new world. Navigating it felt completely different than with sight, everything familiar having to be re-learned to nauseating excess. He moved slowly through the thick grass, hearing the caw of his raven companion overhead. His movements were slow and deliberate, and once he circled the area he'd found himself in, he lifted his head high and let loose a call for a spar. He'd slowly been regaining his strength and now that he no longer looked like a pile of skin and bones, he knew he had to get back to training- as hard as it might be. |
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.