ardent

We're a Broken People



Agria

Somnium

age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
18
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
120
player
Chrono I
07-06-2020, 06:09 PM

Light paws hit the stale ground below her, almost silent with her dainty movements. Her head held high as her eyes gently scanned the fogged horizons. It had been a long time since she laid eyes on the battle grounds, but not so long as her time with Kaine. She would bring Kefka here on occasion to train in spars. With her wicked mind it was natural for her to easily give into the blood of battle, but unfortunately she wasn't used to Kefka's large stature and build and some of the ways she knew, her movements were too slim for his thick frame. He would just have to learn and teach himself the ways of his own body and give into the pressure.

Her legs came still with her head remaining steady up and gazing the horizon. Her cheek would turn slowly toward her follower, only a quiet voice leaving her lips for him to hear, "It's time you learn, Kefka." Her eyes remained at the horizon, knowing the presence of her son was close behind her. Her head would tip back as she drew out a longing song. A call for those who wanted to gain in numbers. She felt her time in solitude had come to an end. She didn't have many years left in her, and she needed Kefka to be left in the right paws.

OOC: Kefka reply first ^^

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Kefka

Somnium

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Medium
posts
102
player
Chrono I

Samhain 2022Critical Fail!
07-06-2020, 06:20 PM

The brute kept lazily behind his mother, his slow paws matching her own stride by his large stature. She would come to a halt as he would without even keeping focus on her, the two had been together so long it was like they were mentally connected. Kefka would peek his head around his mother's body to see if he was missing what she was looking at, but nothing arouse. The urge to sit weighed behind him but he would keep himself on all fours as his mother called up to him. God, another lesson? He could tell she wasn't going to teach him more of her awful sparring techniques, just by the new way she held herself across the fields, but had little interest in what new lesson there would be today. He grew bored of his mother, everyday. But for some reason something held him down to stay. He couldn't put his finger on why, the woman was brutal and annoying and he felt he should have run away a long time ago but maybe he felt like he couldn't leave her after she chose him over his brother? No, that definitely wasn't it. Maybe he would find out the reason one day, maybe that's why he stuck around anyway.

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!Rated R! For language and sexual themes. Prone to violence.

(Kah-ef-kah Ah-brax-us)

Scent: Roses
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Season: Winter
Status: Single (Heterosexual)
Height: 40 inches
Home: Grapevine Cathedral
Maims: Sheath scarring, barely noticeable unless someone is actually looking there while he is belly-up

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