tw : quick mention of abuse
☾ : Look who was moving on once again. Ikeasbitch had first lived in Solaris Kingdom as a Morningstar, but soon the responsibility of being the head of war had been too much for his little brain to handle ; so the only solution was for him to disappear off the face of the planet for a year to recoup. At least, he remembered it being a year - was it more? Less? Who the hell knew, and he didn't care enough to think about it. Whatever, sometime during that time his kids had been born and that took up most of his time. But he wasn't even there for them most of the time, too "busy" doing his own stuff to ever really check up on them. In all honesty, being a father terrified him too much to be around. He was scared of turning into his own father, who had mentally and physically abused him and his twin brother throughout their childhood ; and instead of facing his fears, he ran away from them, and soiled whatever relationship he could have had with his sons. And believe it or not, the thought actually hurt his seemingly small heart ( which was three sizes two big, he would think to himself with a snort as he addressed the movie he had seen many moons ago ) and he once again ran away from his responsibilities. He had left to the Drowned Rift - at the time the Drowned Empire - which was almost too quiet to his liking though peaceful ( he also had a new high position there and wanted to try to escape it ), so he tried his hand at a dual alliance with the Dark Dynasty. Both had kept him at bay for their time, but he packed his bags and left after a few months.
That's why he found himself traveling towards Painted Brigade territory ; an enemy to the Dark Dynasty, but the older male had never had any loyalty for any group that he had lived in - it was why he was able to leave with such ease. But it had been hard leaving the Drowned Rift, leaving the kid he had been hired to take care of. Amaranthine had trusted him with his son, to protect him when he couldn't in the Coven of Elysia, but before he had been able to take up Kea's mantle and join the Drowned Rift he had been . . . brutally killed. Cums - he was horrible with nicknames he came up with, and gave the Penumbra's son the nickname without much of a thought - had taken awhile to recover and for all he knew the anxious kid still was, but he couldn't handle seeing him like that anymore, to be caught up in so much . . . drama for a family he didn't even know. He had been getting to know the kid well, but figured it was best for him to leave the scene and have him recover on his own. How else would he grow?
But pain still stabbed him as paws and hooves dragged him through meadows to the border that was edging ever so closely. During his travels he had shapeshifted once again into that of an . . . extremely odd hybrid. Having hosted a cat and alligator beforehand from the effects of his shapeshifting, he eventually came to the realization that maybe his power was a bit . . . broken. He had been left in the form of a sheep / wolf hybrid and it was . . . just . . . interesting. He held the lithe, tall stature of a wolf, but his limbs were that of a sheep's, long and cream colored, his ears and horns reflected off of a sheep's as well. However, his black horns were unique - he had two sets of them, one on top of his head, long and pointed, while the other came from the side, curling in below his neck. His face was in the shape of a sheep's, mouth full of daggered teeth and resembling a wolf's. His eyes we're green, though would sometimes seem to change colors depending on the way the light hit them, and held sheep pupils. His tail was a dark brown wolf's tail, and the color spread from there to his face, only on the top of his back and splitting at his nose. The thick cream white stripe that went up his nose grew into spiky brown fur over his neck, the bottom of his neck white as well as his underbelly. In hindsight, it resembled something of this since it took so fucking long to explain, void of any spots.
The black hooves crunched the ground beneath him as he breathed out of his mouth, long tongue lolling out as he panted. Why did he do this to himself, seriously? It would've been much easier to just have stayed where he was. But no, he had to keep on moving - the border was right there. In a few long minutes he plopped on the ground in front of the border, flanks heaving as he kept his mouth open to try and get more breaths in. "Helvete, det var helvetet." The Swedish hybrid would groan to himself, laying there after rolling on his back before getting to his paws - er, hooves. He hated this new body, but he was stuck in it for a bit until his power fixed itself. Sitting down again to brush off his fur, he'd roll his eyes as he spoke. "Hej, I'm Ikeasbitch Fazbear-Kjellberg," he hated his last names, but figured he'd stick to them because it was really all he had, "blah blah blah. Forget the fuckin' formalities, I'm just here to stick myself in ya ranks for the time bein' - if you'll have me." In no way did Kea blame them if they turned him away, if he were them he would in a heartbeat - but he'd like to at least see what this clan was made of before dipping off again.