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One fateful afternoon under the hot sun, a gypsy caravan is spotted wandering too close to the Tribe’s territory. O’kihp is eagerly let loose upon them, but he fails to destroy the Tribe's intruders and is instead captured by them and restrained by a sleeping-spell cast by the Madam herself. His wounds are dressed and he’s placed in a makeshift cage of iron set up in the Madam’s private cabin. At first, Mirage is in his only visitor and through much patience is she allowed to tend to him. Things seem promising for the beast-child until a very furious Raziel enters the cabin one night. He immediately sees the masked stranger as an enemy and their confrontation would have been extremely violent-—had the beast not been caged. Brothers forgotten, Raziel demands to know why he attacked them and almost killed a helpless ‘’child.’’ The beast, of course, answers none of this, and through the bars does he dare try to attack Raziel in a livid frenzy. One of his claws shreds his turban, exposing heterochromatic eyes that are painfully familiar. | One fateful afternoon under the hot sun, a gypsy caravan is spotted wandering too close to the Tribe’s territory. O’kihp is eagerly let loose upon them, but he fails to destroy the Tribe's intruders and is instead captured by them and restrained by a sleeping-spell cast by the Madam herself. His wounds are dressed and he’s placed in a makeshift cage of iron set up in the Madam’s private cabin. At first, Mirage is in his only visitor and through much patience is she allowed to tend to him. Things seem promising for the beast-child until a very furious Raziel enters the cabin one night. He immediately sees the masked stranger as an enemy and their confrontation would have been extremely violent-—had the beast not been caged. Brothers forgotten, Raziel demands to know why he attacked them and almost killed a helpless ‘’child.’’ The beast, of course, answers none of this, and through the bars does he dare try to attack Raziel in a livid frenzy. One of his claws shreds his turban, exposing heterochromatic eyes that are painfully familiar. | ||
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From the moment he realized who Raziel really was, he was devastated. The fact that his brother no longer remembered him drove him into even further ruin. Almost immediately does the beast’s rage leave him, and he cowers against the wall furthest from Raziel. The name ''"Skycat"'' is spoken and the Madam dares question what such a name means, but Raziel storms out without a word and the beast-child is no longer responsive. Later that night, while fighting a deep depression after the discovery of Raziel's true identity, an unlikely maiden approached the demon's lair. She came with only a humble serving of soup and bravely offered it to the beast. He was wary and quite skeptical of the child at first, but a tentative bond was forged after she provided him with enough soup and water for the beast to have a proper meal after countless weeks of undernourishment. Nym never once seemed completely afraid of him, despite the fact that he had severely wounded her twin brother. | From the moment he realized who Raziel really was, he was devastated. The fact that his brother no longer remembered him drove him into even further ruin. Almost immediately does the beast’s rage leave him, and he cowers against the wall furthest from Raziel. The name ''"Skycat"'' is spoken and the Madam dares question what such a name means, but Raziel storms out without a word and the beast-child is no longer responsive. Later that night, while fighting a deep depression after the discovery of Raziel's true identity, an unlikely maiden approached the demon's lair. She came with only a humble serving of soup and bravely offered it to the beast. He was wary and quite skeptical of the child at first, but a tentative bond was forged after she provided him with enough soup and water for the beast to have a proper meal after countless weeks of undernourishment. Nym never once seemed completely afraid of him, despite the fact that he had severely wounded her twin brother. | ||
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A few days passed, and just when things between them began to settle down, the unthinkable happened. Rose paid the gypsies an unannounced visit and, after stirring up some delightful chaos, Madam sent the beast-child away into her greedy hands in order to keep the peace within her gypsy family. | A few days passed, and just when things between them began to settle down, the unthinkable happened. Rose paid the gypsies an unannounced visit and, after stirring up some delightful chaos, Madam sent the beast-child away into her greedy hands in order to keep the peace within her gypsy family. | ||
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While being reclaimed after a successful killing one fateful afternoon, the boy unexpectedly retaliated as he was being drug back into the cave. His father had grabbed the chains to try and move him by force, and Tome had tried to subdue him with an ice enchantment that would subsequently freeze him into place. Neither worked, however, for fate at last had decided that their time was up. The beast had developed an unknown resistance to the ice magic, but the frost enchantments that worried the shackles around his limbs and neck had still been in play, so he’d known whom to attack first. The mage cloaked in shadows went down easily, frail as he was, and just as his claws sunk ''deep'' into that hood, the Nuhn and his remaining Tias came upon him with daggers and swords alike. Although their blows were well-placed, the pain only enraged the beast further and coursed newfound strength into his battered body. Willed into a frenzy, no one was safe from him as he ultimately destroyed every single member of the Tribe. Women were torn apart, their limbs both tossed aside and gnawed upon, and whimpering children were greeted with a jeering smile before their insides were splattered across the sands. | While being reclaimed after a successful killing one fateful afternoon, the boy unexpectedly retaliated as he was being drug back into the cave. His father had grabbed the chains to try and move him by force, and Tome had tried to subdue him with an ice enchantment that would subsequently freeze him into place. Neither worked, however, for fate at last had decided that their time was up. The beast had developed an unknown resistance to the ice magic, but the frost enchantments that worried the shackles around his limbs and neck had still been in play, so he’d known whom to attack first. The mage cloaked in shadows went down easily, frail as he was, and just as his claws sunk ''deep'' into that hood, the Nuhn and his remaining Tias came upon him with daggers and swords alike. Although their blows were well-placed, the pain only enraged the beast further and coursed newfound strength into his battered body. Willed into a frenzy, no one was safe from him as he ultimately destroyed every single member of the Tribe. Women were torn apart, their limbs both tossed aside and gnawed upon, and whimpering children were greeted with a jeering smile before their insides were splattered across the sands. | ||
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Every moment was carried out with uncharacteristic delight, until it had only been his father standing in the middle of a gore-stained camp. O’ctan had only barked a virulent laugh before tossing his dagger aside. “I know what you want. Go ahead and eat up, you waste of a son. I hope you’re haunted by this for the rest of your miserable life.” And he had. Without hesitation had the boy lunged upon his father and slammed him into the dirt. Claws had gouged deep across his father’s corpse, ripping open his chest cavity and digging past bone and organs alike until he found what he desired. A disgusted roar had burst from his bloodied lips then, to discover that even his merciless father still had an unspoiled heart. The organ had been squeezed until its contents no longer spewed out gore, before devoured by a bloodthirsty appetite. He feasted upon the decimated corpse of O’ctan until he was satisfied that no other scavenger could find any piece of his body worthwhile. The discarded dagger was plunged into sightless eyes again and again, before finally lodged into the hole where his heart should never have been. | Every moment was carried out with uncharacteristic delight, until it had only been his father standing in the middle of a gore-stained camp. O’ctan had only barked a virulent laugh before tossing his dagger aside. “I know what you want. Go ahead and eat up, you waste of a son. I hope you’re haunted by this for the rest of your miserable life.” And he had. Without hesitation had the boy lunged upon his father and slammed him into the dirt. Claws had gouged deep across his father’s corpse, ripping open his chest cavity and digging past bone and organs alike until he found what he desired. A disgusted roar had burst from his bloodied lips then, to discover that even his merciless father still had an unspoiled heart. The organ had been squeezed until its contents no longer spewed out gore, before devoured by a bloodthirsty appetite. He feasted upon the decimated corpse of O’ctan until he was satisfied that no other scavenger could find any piece of his body worthwhile. The discarded dagger was plunged into sightless eyes again and again, before finally lodged into the hole where his heart should never have been. | ||
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Slow and torturous was the process of recovery afterwards, for after having accepted that the deed was done, he collapsed in the eerie silence of the camp and writhed in the bloodstained ashes of tarnished gold as the blinding fury left him and he became aware of the sheer agony inflicted upon his body. Many of the wounds weren’t fatally deep, but it was enough for him to realize that not all the blood strewn across the sand was from his adversaries. He screamed and snarled and howled into the sky, but he did not know what kind of emotion set the tone of his bestial melody. Anger, hurt, triumph, and loss were all the same to him as the gravity of the events overwhelmed his mind. Eventually, though, he slowly came to realize that he could not stay here, for the neighboring beastkin would soon catch wind of the bodies and come in search of spoils. This time, he really was the scapegoat. He’d really gone and destroyed his entire Tribe. The shackles around his limbs were cleanly pulled off, for his limbs were painfully thin and slick with blood. The collar around his neck remained firmly clamped around his calloused throat, but the long chain was hacked off to provide easier movement. | Slow and torturous was the process of recovery afterwards, for after having accepted that the deed was done, he collapsed in the eerie silence of the camp and writhed in the bloodstained ashes of tarnished gold as the blinding fury left him and he became aware of the sheer agony inflicted upon his body. Many of the wounds weren’t fatally deep, but it was enough for him to realize that not all the blood strewn across the sand was from his adversaries. He screamed and snarled and howled into the sky, but he did not know what kind of emotion set the tone of his bestial melody. Anger, hurt, triumph, and loss were all the same to him as the gravity of the events overwhelmed his mind. Eventually, though, he slowly came to realize that he could not stay here, for the neighboring beastkin would soon catch wind of the bodies and come in search of spoils. This time, he really was the scapegoat. He’d really gone and destroyed his entire Tribe. The shackles around his limbs were cleanly pulled off, for his limbs were painfully thin and slick with blood. The collar around his neck remained firmly clamped around his calloused throat, but the long chain was hacked off to provide easier movement. | ||
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Hours ticked by as the maddened beast sought to make sense the rampaging thoughts and emotions that clustered in his head. He eventually came up with a different desire entirely, one spurred by the quick backfire of his body as it rejected the meal he’d eaten. No matter the kind of raw flesh he ate, it always came back up. And so, when the boy finally did leave the remnants of his Tribe, a pile of bloody vomit that contained half-digested pieces of his father was also left in his wake. | Hours ticked by as the maddened beast sought to make sense the rampaging thoughts and emotions that clustered in his head. He eventually came up with a different desire entirely, one spurred by the quick backfire of his body as it rejected the meal he’d eaten. No matter the kind of raw flesh he ate, it always came back up. And so, when the boy finally did leave the remnants of his Tribe, a pile of bloody vomit that contained half-digested pieces of his father was also left in his wake. | ||
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+ | Time passed and the winds changed. Across an endless sea of golden waves, the boy was discovered half-dead in the sand by a coeurl. A coeurl with ''his'' eyes. Through a telepathic bond created by the beast-child’s ability to sense an animal’s thoughts and feelings, he discovered that the majestic beastkin was in fact ‘’Skycat.’’ This seemed insignificant, until he made it clear that he had remembered who the boy ''was'' and what he had meant to him long ago. Weakened and exhausted, but very much relieved, he let Raziel take him somewhere "safe" and was returned to the gypsy caravan to recuperate. Days drifted by slowly, while a feverish beast-child was dutifully tended by a brother returned. His recovery was slow, steady, and still quite tense for the nameless beast knew he was in a vulnerable state and thus was instinctively on edge. | ||
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+ | Raziel, unfortunately, knew only of a brother that was forever in the past. During the times together, the painful differences of Chip and the beast-child became quite clear. Soup and water were devoured with desperate need and a collection of wary growls and snarls served as his voice. The unexpected sight of Niko sent the monster in a downward spiral, for he had never forgotten his sweet taste and wanted nothing more than to dine upon him again. Raziel was there to hastily and forcibly subdue the beast, while demanding whether or not his brother was still truly inside. His reply was simply, but painfully clear. " ''We’re'' what’s left of Chip now.”'' | ||
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+ | Though dreaded were his words, instead of being vehemently denied, Raziel vowed to catch up with what forgotten memories he could recall. An effort was made, then, to heal the monster through aetherical means. Pure aether flooded a body tainted, and the beast-child was overcome by pain. In was in this moment that Raziel learned just how much the boy had suffered and once his wounds were healed, the damaged boy was carefully gathered into his arms and comforted. ''"What did they do to you, Chip…" '' | ||
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+ | The next morning, Nym visited the brothers with breakfast soup. It was then that Raziel’s curse is realized, for he was turned back into a coeurl overnight. The gypsies, however, were all already well-acquainted with his affliction and the sight of the coeurl didn’t bother Nym one bit. In fact, they eventually broke into a playful game of tag while the beast-child watched with curious eyes. This was a common interaction of a family, something he had never truly had, and was therefore confused by this. He’s soon pulled into their game instead and taken outside into a sunlit backyard of dunes. His involvement is short-lived, however, for the beast had forgotten how to enjoy himself and how to laugh. Such emotions had been unused for far too long, and he eventually settled into a quiet state of pained abashment. But Raziel still sought to comfort his brother with but a single verse of reassurance. ''"I know… you're still… there."'' | ||
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+ | The sudden arrival of the Coeurl Tribe happened then, and the sight of their hasty approach with a cage in tow sent the unnamed beast spiraling dangerously out of control. He saw them as members of his own Tribe that wanted to take him back so he could be their tool again, and was upon them with a furios roar--despite the resistance Raziel tried to offer. Before the beast-child could confront them, however, an even larger beast appeared. Another coeurl with achingly familiar eyes. His father. A great battle ensued, between coeurls of similar appearance. The other Tribe members sought to ensnare Raziel with chains to further hamper him and force him into submission, but his brother would have none of it. Haunted by visions of a past, where cages and chains had been aplenty, he attacked them in a violent frenzy. Raziel was ultimately freed and able to withstand the battle against his father, but it came nearly at the cost of his life. After the remaining Tribe members were driven off by a fierce hazel-eyed and voiceless child, Raziel and his brother were rescued and tended to. | ||
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Basic Info
Hello there! Welcome to my homepage. I love to roleplay and whip up wiki pages of my characters. Thanks for stopping by! :)
My RPC Characters:
- ■ Mitsu Arkem (MAIN; Midgardsormr)
- ■ O'kihp Tia (Balmung)
- ■ Endel Blanche (Balmung)
- ■ Asher
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