Character Bio
NAME | Raelyn

AGE | 6
GENDER | Female
EYE COLOR | Emerald

APPEARANCE |
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 150lbs
Color & Build | Raelyn is an Artic Wolf and is heavier bodied with shorter, more rounded ears than gray wolves. Her coat is thicker, longer and is nearly pure white. Her tail is also thicker, and slightly bushy.

OOC | Aedile

OOC Information | aim: writerslullaby
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SAMPLE |

This situation only grew more and more intriguing. There was tension building - actions coming forth from the shadows. He always paid attention to his surroundings - though it seemed like his focus was only on the sadistic mare. Of course, that’s how it looked when you only had one eye. There is a shutter in the area behind them, his head turning away from Valencia for a moment as he peered to see who came forth. The dark stallion slid his way towards them, wings tucked beside him while the mare too, looks. There is no emotion on his face as the stallion nears them - he knows exactly who he is. Another reminder of Eidolon.

She and the black stallion exchange words as his mind slips slightly, his thoughts lingering on Maenad. “… this one here.“ he catches before his eye sees her lingering humor. In exchange he offers her a half smile, nodding in agreement. “Ah yes, the little hunter of darkness.” he mumbles as his ears flick back towards the tree line. He could sense something powerful moving through the dense trees that led to this place of common ground. In his mind the image of a blood red flower blooming continued to play until he turned his attention away, remembering that he was in company.

Arawn speaks, but he does not respond at first. It is only when he slides towards him and flexes his wings, drawing his face ever closer that he settles his conscious on him. The mention of Maenad causes a small grin to tighten the decaying lips across his face, pulling up on the side closest to Arawn. “She will be here soon, no doubt.” his voice is quiet, waiting for the stallion to step away before centering himself between them. “Indeed, Arawn… though, you should already know from experience.” a light chuckle - he has no hatred for the stallion, who he had not seen since his childhood. He had grown into a very bold creature, dangerous. He had always been dangerous.

He knew he had not been off as soon as he feels her slide beside him. His dying flesh is automatically on fire, ravaging with the anger that radiated from Maenad’s beautiful walking corpse. The wound within her chest lurched, his eye rolling towards it. It had gotten worse - it seems. She bares her razor sharp teeth but Baylor does nothing about it but sigh. The raggedness of his breath is fierce as he does so, but it all comes a long with being along the plague of Death. He is not sure what to do at this point - being as this was the first time he had seen Maenad since Chaos. A rollercoaster of emotions attacked his mind - but on the outside he stood still as a statue.

The mare’s exchange words full of sarcasm and lingering meaning. He could say a thousand things to fix this situation but it would be useless now. “Maenad,” he turns his face dangerously close to hers, his lips mere centimeters away from her rotting cheek. “You should know it would never bloom for another.” These words are meaningless to the others, nearly inaudible, but should mean a million things to the raging doe mare. He was not going to defend himself now, not here. It almost angered him that Maenad would ever think such a thing - but there is no anger in his tone, but a small plead for understanding.

“Ah, yes.” he pauses as he draws away from Maenad’s cheek, letting his gaze rest on all of them. “Infidelity?” again he smiles, chuckling at the word. He does not finish this sentence, however. Valencia should know that if she did truly enjoy this company - she was only vanquishing it. He allowed her to continue speaking, filling the air with more and more. He turns his head towards Arawn as his chuckle ceases, but the grin stays there. “Told you, a hunter.” then turns his face towards her. “Valencia, you would dare tarnish my reputation with such things, wouldn’t you?” he offers her a supple smile, and then his expression regains it’s statue like appearance.


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