his touch gives me a frozen heart
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Posted on July 29, 2018 at 05:53:35 PM by Vozurr
In every stage of his life, Vozurr had been a physically aggressive creation . . . from a small pup who initiated fights with the other younglings, to sprouting into a rebellious teenager who challenged every breathing being that came near . . . and accepted any player that dared challenge him at such a deadly game. The demon won some, and he and lost some – failure, of course, was only natural during these years . . . but once he grew of age, and hardened, readied muscles began to completely consume his framing, he knew that he sure to not fail again. It was training. Dedication. It was getting the shit beat out of himself. A slice here, some bruises there. Blood; his own, occasionally, when he would get his paws a little dirty . . . mostly, though, it poured from the torn flesh of others. Just a taste . . . just a little. It was this that prepared him for his role of adulthood; and as his parents told him of his ancestry, and laid down the laws of their clan, the then-young demon began to develop an ever-growing aspiration to dedicate himself as the Rohun’s Thonin.
The beast was always, and had always, been fabricated purely of power. He was strong, and ready . . . and with his mind set on something, Vozurr could be an unstoppable force. More importantly, – the dark knight was willing to follow the Rohun anywhere . . . and do anything . . . for the sake of the clan. He grew and swelled into a massive, towering beast – and though he was not impressively swift on his thick appendages like the slender builds of his kind, the demon was sturdy, and he could swallow and absorb the power behind most hits.
It was this determination and dedication to their beliefs that led him into this strange, foreign territory. When the time came for him and his siblings, Lothris and Keres, to depart from their parents, Vozurr held no doubt in his cranium about following the Rohun. The fact that his siblings were also on board with the travel only managed to encourage him greater.
When they first arrived into this land of Blossom, the trio of siblings had decided to fork off, if only for the while. Lothris, as expected, was enthusiastic for this change of environment. She’d dedicated herself for years to her killings, and Vozurr knew of the high hopes held in her heart about proving herself. Keres had also split off – but Vozurr could not deny a curiosity that asked him if this change was something that his brother truly invited in. Vozurr knew that he and Lothris had always influenced the male . . . perhaps even pressuring him to do things that he naturally would stray away from.
The hardened earth beneath his massive paws began to transform into a much softer terrain, consumed with moss and mud, and it threatened to grab hold of his paws with each heavy step as he advanced further into the cloaked land. A thick canopy of trees held itself high over his head – shading out the harshness of the sunlight as the morning converted into day. Soft, dulled strands of light shine through occasionally – but once he reaches the heart of this swamp, the sunlight is completely muted. He is close when his coal audits catch the familiar tones of Zagan, and without a further thought or hesitation, Vozurr’s body reacts immediately, and he is briskly maneuvering through fallen logs, rocks, branches, and thick waters. It was only a short stretch of land that separated the beast from the already-formed trio. His blue hues instantly grasped the silhouette of Zagan – and as Vozurr slowed his quickened pace, he allowed for his darkened crown to dip down and form a deep bow. “Zagan.” The obsidian and russet demon’s gaze then reached for the familiar images of his siblings – and once his contrasting sky hues met their yellow ones, he nodded his cranium in a slight greeting and took his place beside them.
