Post by A z z y on Nov 13, 2023 11:55:48 GMT -7
Autumn had truly sunk its teeth into the lands he now called home. Meraki Woods had become his abode, under the good graces of Boudicca and Avinash, he had been granted asylum, allowed to resume providing his services were utilised as both a guard and a fighter. The obsidian stag felt honoured, to be both trusted and accepted by two regents who knew little to nothing of Ludovico's history. Not that he had lived a life of depravity, littered with malicious intent and self serving indulgences, quite the contrary in fact. He had seen such minded beasts destroy and deprive, he had seen the life of his herd mates be taken before him. He could still vividly recall the lifeless eyes of his parents as they peered up at him from their resting place within the tall grass. He could still remember the hefty tang of iron in the air, the blood dazzled across the shifting blades as the morning sun ricocheted from them. And yet, when he considered this memory, he did not feel hatred towards those who had took his family from him, he did not feel a carnal need for retribution. No, he was at peace. His ire would not bring them back and it would not fell those who had taken their lives. Ludovico had vowed that fateful day to never hide again, to never look away. And that was a promise he had kept ever since, a promise that would extend to Boudicca and Avinash, should they wish it to.
Being a newcomer to these lands, the jet and bone hued virile moved across these unfamiliar lands with ease and curiosity. He had heard tales of those who were mortal but bore some level of power. The helkaer, notoriously evil and bringers of fire, a group he knew he would encounter soon enough. The Vigilum, a group of genuine neutrals, who took no side. And lastly, the Versai. Their history seemed more convoluted than the others, not quite as linear nor as pristine perhaps as they had hoped. But of all the syndicates that roamed these lands, it was these who he was most intrigued by. Ludovico had taken his leave from Meraki Woods early that dawn, the rising of the sun signified only by a thin line of gold and claret that bled into the abyss of the night above. His breath was visible in twin plumes as he crossed various landscapes, each one more beautiful than the last. So much variation in what felt like such a small space, it occasionally took his breath away. As he ventured on, his gait extended into a lofty thrice beat, his powerful embodiment seeming to glide over the terrain. The lengths of his obsidian banner was held behind him like a flag, his nape held in a regal pose as he soon entered the lands he had sought.
Slowing to an extended walk, muscles bracing before sliding easily under layers of epithelium, he cast the depths of his chocolate eyes across the landscape. Mountains embraced the valley below, swaying emerald and golden blades danced under the light of the rising sun. A gentle mist lingered across the tips of the grass, swallows dipping and soaring as they hunted the insects that hummed about him. Ludovico took a moment to devour the scene before him, his eyes alert, his lobes tipped forwards. After a moment more of reflection, the gent released a low rumble into the atmosphere, announcing his presence to any why may be in his vicinity. They were at war, and so he expected some hostility perhaps, but he meant them no harm, lest they mean it to him…
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