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"Would you tell me a story, little lamb?" Wolf's voice was the smae as it always used to be, egar for the day as they walked with lamb, running circles around the small mammal as their black eyes crickled with mischef. "Once upon a time, there lived a old, tierd man in which no one liked, you see everyone had to see this man, and for that reason everyone disliked him. So, he took an axe and split himself in half.""To have a friend?""To have a friend."
It was a story that they had shared with eachother for decades, one that they were constant in reminding themselves in. It was upon these similar days- days of travel that they needed the reminder. When the lonliness grew in both lamb and wolf's chest. Even amungst eachother there was something about being together that made them both feel so very alone.
Constant chatter was a good distraction, they knew this and always tried to remind themselves. The wolf let out a huff, their mouth opening as a huff of light cyan blue escaped their jaws like vapor. Lamb chuckled quietly at wolf's antics. "Maybe it is time we grow aquainted with a few others around Us." Wolf seemed to perk at the idea, maybe then they would not be so lonesome anymore. Maybe in the presenc of others this feeling would ebb away.
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General:
↤ Wolf and lamb | "Kindered"
↤ Agender | They/them | Aceromantic | Asexual
↤ 7 moons | Ages every 100 post
Physical:
↤ Lamb [main] | Health: 100%
─ The lamb form holds a main of white fur that stretches across the back of their head and neck, framing perfectly their own mask. They keep a mask on their face of a wolf- hiding their facial features. Their eye-sockets (Through the mask) Glow an eerie light blue and mixes of magenta. - [mask reference] - [full body reference]
─ Scarring:
↤ Wolf [Secondary Hunter form] | Health: 100%
─ This form is used about as commonly as the primary body, and is often seen wandering with their primary form as a ghost. They are a lean powerful Direwolf made of dark purple wood that leave traces of light as if they were made of some sort of wind. Upon their forehead and over their eyes rest a mask, similar to their main form that holds the mask of white, carved of wood and made to match a sheep. The holes of their mask glow a mix that ranges from blue to magenta as well. - [mask reference] - [full body reference]
─ Scarring:
Interaction:
↤ closed to death | Open to capture, maim, and torture
↤ Medium physically | Hard mentally
↤ Open to future plot developments
↤ Attack in #7F00FF