OPIATE [Nirvana]

[Eris]

FURATIS VOX
Do that dance in the dark,
Sharpen your teeth and bite as hard as you want

The blackened hessian moved swiftly toward the lair of the Imperium Queen, each fluid step reminiscent of the stallion’s craft. As he moved, he felt the heat of his muscles, the blood boiling within him, each ligament and fiber under his control. Master of his trade, assassination and bloodshed had been a staple of his lineage ever since the dawning of his bloodline. The lithe brute had been born to a nation of vicious, warlike Amazonian mares, their savage influence evident in Vox’s very structure; tall, long-limbed, agile and light, a body created to weave smoothly between both trees and fighting blows whilst remaining unscathed.  He was of blood and thunderclouds, lightning and battle cries; he was born for the stolen voices.

Nearing the center of the territories, Furatis Vox slowed to a stop and leisurely surveyed his surroundings, gold flecked optics picking apart each crevasse. Committing each detail to memory so that it might serve him in later ventures, the onyx stag swiveled his ears absently. Suddenly, a wind blew it’s way through Obascus and Vox’s nightshade tinted locks were tossed about unceremoniously. Lowering his head and glaring at whatever chanced upon his line of sight, the ebon brute resisted the urge to toss his head; it would not do to seem impulsive.

And so he waited, his attempts at seeming like a dignified member of Reach slowly failing.

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^{by ♛befera}