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Posted on July 18, 2018 at 02:16:12 PM by Avydeci
Name: Avydeci - heartname is Lurach Guth, "Lovely Voice"
Age: adult
Gender: male
Breed: Arcus Irae
Description: A deep, dark color palette blesses this talented man, appropriate for the luxurious underground Avy used to frequent. His robes ripple with an impossible pattern akin to a Jackson Pollock painting: large splashes of raspberry wine, sweet and intoxicating; dots of blossom-violet; swirls of sleepy midnight blue; drizzles of bright, stunning teal. In some ways, Avydeci resembles a merle: the merlot shade pours over him most dominantly, with the other colors shattered in smaller, more chaotic pieces in the areas where the red does not reach. A full cape of wine spills across his shoulders and down his back, encasing both hind limbs; it dips the tip of his tail; it paints one ear and dashes across his face in an irregular mask, impossible to predict. His eyes, in contrast to this shaded dance, are a brilliant and fiery copper - shimmering like polished metal.
Personality and History: Before his kidnapping, Avydeci fully subscribed to the ideals of Free Love. If someone wanted to spend a night in his embrace, he would not turn them down - and if the stranger wished to embrace him, Avy happily obliged. Gender did not matter. Background did not matter. He laid with the finest ladies and the most downtrodden curs, all so he could bring them joy and heal the longing that ached in all their hearts. Whereas many Arcus Irae find themselves hidden away or placed on pedestals for the enjoyment of their people, Avydeci willingly plunged into the stained layers of society . . . frequenting areas that others - even noble Tempests - would not cross. Far more than the pleasures of his body, wolves would gather from far and wide to bask in the heavenly beauty of Avy's voice. They say his song could heal the sick . . . and whether or not this was true, his audience certainly felt that way - deeply, fervently. And Avydeci soaked up their attention and adoration like an addict, forever seeking the next hit of affection or worship. He loved his people, and he loved that they loved him back. His lifestyle was his ambrosia . . . and then that lifestyle was stolen from him.
Avy wrongly believed that his history with his fans would save him from the reign of Duma. He never thought that his freedom would be so viciously stolen from him - his talents snapped up and caged. He was ordered by his captors to use the influence of his lyrics to subdue the other Arcus Irae and please any dissenters in the kingdom . . . and he refused. Again and again. Until they began punishing him, and hurting the other captive Arucs Irae around him . . . children even . . . and . . . he had no choice. Avy had to do what he did, so they wouldn't hurt the pups anymore. So he'd stop seeing innocent wolves mutilated for speaking out. He sang for their crowds, to spare the ones the monsters threatened to torture. And he forced his love upon the ones they told him to love . . . because at least if he were the one doing the loving, Avy knew it was done right. He lost track of time. He forgot how long he'd been playing this new role in Duma's court. And before Avydeci knew it, he was one of the new King's favored himself - and Duma sent him through the veil with a sacred mission.
OOC: xathira
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