ardent

i'm coming home



Kyarst

Loner

age
2 Years
gender
Male
gems
391
size
Large
build
posts
337
player
12-04-2014, 04:09 PM


He breathed. Hard, fast, heavy. The woods whispered to him, beckoning him further, deeper into their depths. He obliged. The darkened boy was larger than before, handsomer, more graceful. Where once had been puppy fat and foolishness now stood thick muscle and intelligence. Where once stood the prince of an empire none could fell now stood simply Kyarst Armada. He remembered well the events that had led to his departure, and it had not been regret that brought him back. He still was displeased with certain wolves, still loathed others, and still desired power and prestige beneath the umbrella of his father's namesake. Still, he had come back for his family. Isardis would not approve of his leaving them all - even if others did it all the time. Kyarst should know better - and now he did. He would find them, unite them if he could. Make a name for himself - even if that meant doing it apart from his father. He breathed again, this time heavier, harder, faster. His heart raced as he neared the spot where the ash had overtaken him. His mother had been there then, but it wasn't she who had saved him. Who was it? He could scarcely place her name in his mind. He stopped, curling his hips to the earth in the very spot the once young prince had fallen. Tail contorted around his hips as he paused to ponder his predicament. It was clear Glaciem wasn't here anymore. Athena had probably run them to ruin. Of that he was positively sure. Lip curled in distaste for the wretched woman. She would pay for stealing his mother's crown from atop her ailing head.



“speak,” 

Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.