- Year: 232
- Season: Autumn
- SWP: None
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Soran
the unanchored
the unanchored
Age: 39
Gender: Stallion
Breed: QH x Andalusian
Height: 17hh
Player: Neamrel
Appearance
Color: Dapple Grey ()
Eyes: Azure
Markings: N/A
Mane & Tail: Black intermixed with grey
Personality
there comes a time when
A silent protectiveness rests upon his shoulders, although this is no protective feeling for himself but rather one for those around.
Perhaps, if given the luxury, one might come to learn this was not always there.
With this protectiveness comes a gentle smile that a father might bestoy upon their children. Such a strange sight to see on one that has never been graced with a child, but the kind eyes and smiles seem natural on a face that should never hold such things.
However, this care and tender love do not come freely to new faces. That is all encased within an exterior that holds a critical eye and doubtful personality. Nevertheless, do not fear, for he will greet you as one of his own (even if he has none).
Still, one cannot help but notice that something lurks behind a jovial laugh and those faint crows feet.
Perhaps, if given the luxury, one might come to learn this was not always there.
With this protectiveness comes a gentle smile that a father might bestoy upon their children. Such a strange sight to see on one that has never been graced with a child, but the kind eyes and smiles seem natural on a face that should never hold such things.
However, this care and tender love do not come freely to new faces. That is all encased within an exterior that holds a critical eye and doubtful personality. Nevertheless, do not fear, for he will greet you as one of his own (even if he has none).
Still, one cannot help but notice that something lurks behind a jovial laugh and those faint crows feet.
Lineage
Parents: They are but a faint memory. |
Children: Oceane
— Altum |
Traits
Companion:
Genetic Traits:
Non-Genetic Traits:
Trait Genetic Code:
Defects:
History
one must decide their fate
"Soran, where will you be this time next year?"
The man raises a curious brow, eyes glancing down towards the young child that lays near his feet. He hums, "Where will you be?"
The child giggles, a smile shining on their face.
✶
"You know we cannot permit that."
He scoffs, shaking his head because he knows they would allow any other.
"You are needed in Miletu-"
"The shore is but a days travel,"
The man, clad in finery, snorts, "This is not up for discussion, and that is final."
✶
He returns the the modest dwelling, an automatic smile gracing his face as he greets the mother. This smile (one that is growing dimmer by the minute) remains as the child bounds towards him.
As evening comes, he murmers apologies while silent tears dampen the child's cheeks.
✶
The legs of those standing in the distance tremble, but he remains tall beside the one that oversees them all.
He is but a simple advisor; an ear to lend and mouth to give gentle suggestions, however, he must still stand vigilant. His mind wanders to the mother and child.
"What do you believe, Soran?
His ears twitch, and he turns his attention towards the one whom holds all things,"I believe all is well, my lord." He gives the smile he presents to all but the child.
The man hums at him before relaxing and returning their attention to the trembling boys who will soon become men.
✶
"But you promised!"
"I know but I have very important things I need to take care of,"
The child shakes their head, anger and grief coming and going, "You always say that..."
✶
"Have a good day, my lord." His smile is tight as he gently bows.
The man simply grunts in his direction, and Soran can only hope what can befall him will not come to pass.
✶
The ocean breeze greets them, and the child giggles while the mother stands beside him. His smile is small, but bright.
The smile remains the entire time.
✶
Hope is something one should never have. They greet him with shackles and sneers. Spitting in his face how he abandoned his duties and post.
They drag him away and all the while giggles from a happy child fill his mind.
The man raises a curious brow, eyes glancing down towards the young child that lays near his feet. He hums, "Where will you be?"
The child giggles, a smile shining on their face.
"You know we cannot permit that."
He scoffs, shaking his head because he knows they would allow any other.
"You are needed in Miletu-"
"The shore is but a days travel,"
The man, clad in finery, snorts, "This is not up for discussion, and that is final."
He returns the the modest dwelling, an automatic smile gracing his face as he greets the mother. This smile (one that is growing dimmer by the minute) remains as the child bounds towards him.
As evening comes, he murmers apologies while silent tears dampen the child's cheeks.
The legs of those standing in the distance tremble, but he remains tall beside the one that oversees them all.
He is but a simple advisor; an ear to lend and mouth to give gentle suggestions, however, he must still stand vigilant. His mind wanders to the mother and child.
"What do you believe, Soran?
His ears twitch, and he turns his attention towards the one whom holds all things,"I believe all is well, my lord." He gives the smile he presents to all but the child.
The man hums at him before relaxing and returning their attention to the trembling boys who will soon become men.
"But you promised!"
"I know but I have very important things I need to take care of,"
The child shakes their head, anger and grief coming and going, "You always say that..."
"Have a good day, my lord." His smile is tight as he gently bows.
The man simply grunts in his direction, and Soran can only hope what can befall him will not come to pass.
The ocean breeze greets them, and the child giggles while the mother stands beside him. His smile is small, but bright.
The smile remains the entire time.
Hope is something one should never have. They greet him with shackles and sneers. Spitting in his face how he abandoned his duties and post.
They drag him away and all the while giggles from a happy child fill his mind.
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| [open] i must go to the seas again | all
on 10-04-2020
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Loess | Oceane, Mesec, Tarian | 5 | Last post by Oceane
on 10-21-2020
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| [private] soft enough to cleanse you, deep enough to save you
on 04-28-2020
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Loess | Oceane | 4 | Last post by Soran
on 05-06-2020
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| The Language of Waves | Alcinder
on 04-07-2020
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Loess | Alcinder | 7 | Last post by Soran
on 04-25-2020
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| [private] bound between the tides of the sea
on 01-19-2020
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Loess | Oceane | 6 | Last post by Soran
on 02-21-2020
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| [private] will a gentleness come?
on 12-28-2019
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Loess | Oceane | 9 | Last post by Soran
on 01-13-2020
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| [open] can you hear it?
on 12-24-2019
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Field | Desire, Oceane | 6 | Last post by Oceane
on 01-04-2020
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