Post by caliot on Jul 7, 2015 17:48:07 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]caliot
[attr="class","appc"]age 050
[attr="class","appc"]group strigoi
[attr="class","appc"]sex male
[attr="class","appc"]occupation noble
[attr="class","appp"]
it was the week of the apocalypse when caliot fell from the other place.[break][break]
he had careened through the air like some sort of hell-pegasus on fire, white-hot, a mess of neurosis and visceral terror. there was blood everywhere: it shone between his teeth; it was crusted under his fingernails; it dripped off the points of his claws; at one point, it sprayed under the beat of his hooves. he must have thought that if he barreled down the streets of paris with enough reckless abandon he’d break the seams somehow and emerge beyond the fold of the universe that he’d been so unceremoniously flung into. if he had just twisted hard enough, maybe he’d have wrestled from nightmare’s fangs.[break][break]
in a fit of desperation, he’d followed the sound of weeping, unsheathed his own fangs, and tore.[break][break]
when he opened his eyes again, he had to pull himself off a twisted metal beam. his rage had quickly pooled into something unusable; he was never good at staying angry, he realized later. he was too tired to be angry. after three days, he’d cooed in dull surprise to find the hole in his body had closed up. they found him a week after that, pale-cheeked and rose-lipped, and offered him sanctum and something to sate the burning. (she had pretty lips.)[break][break]
he followed quietly.
[attr="class","appi"]
it was the week of the apocalypse when caliot fell from the other place.[break][break]
he had careened through the air like some sort of hell-pegasus on fire, white-hot, a mess of neurosis and visceral terror. there was blood everywhere: it shone between his teeth; it was crusted under his fingernails; it dripped off the points of his claws; at one point, it sprayed under the beat of his hooves. he must have thought that if he barreled down the streets of paris with enough reckless abandon he’d break the seams somehow and emerge beyond the fold of the universe that he’d been so unceremoniously flung into. if he had just twisted hard enough, maybe he’d have wrestled from nightmare’s fangs.[break][break]
in a fit of desperation, he’d followed the sound of weeping, unsheathed his own fangs, and tore.[break][break]
when he opened his eyes again, he had to pull himself off a twisted metal beam. his rage had quickly pooled into something unusable; he was never good at staying angry, he realized later. he was too tired to be angry. after three days, he’d cooed in dull surprise to find the hole in his body had closed up. they found him a week after that, pale-cheeked and rose-lipped, and offered him sanctum and something to sate the burning. (she had pretty lips.)[break][break]
he followed quietly.
[attr="class","appd"]
caliot’s third eye opened on his rebirth and leveled its gaze on the emotions that curl off the bodies of all sentient beings. he physically empathizes with extremely strong feelings directed towards him: a loving caress gives off warm heat like a blooming flower; visceral anger is the stinging memory of the back of one’s hand.
[attr="class","apph2"]
caliot’s third eye opened on his rebirth and leveled its gaze on the emotions that curl off the bodies of all sentient beings. he physically empathizes with extremely strong feelings directed towards him: a loving caress gives off warm heat like a blooming flower; visceral anger is the stinging memory of the back of one’s hand.
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played by: senri [break]
face claim: [b]daomu,[/b] [i]wu xie[/i] - caliot
[attr="class","apph2"]
played by: senri [break]
face claim: [b]daomu,[/b] [i]wu xie[/i] - caliot
