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Might this be your station?
– Poem by John Freeman –
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- Fionan's cursed form is formless and dark with stark piercing eyes, red-rimmed like a hunting bird.
- His head-wings remained white but now fold to cover his face. As if he is constantly smouldering, thin wisps of dark smoke leak from beneath. The only one he might let see underneath is Kell.
- His agrivated cursed form grows in size, and four dark wings and a single black horn frame his face, eyes wide and weeping. A long ivory jawbone protrudes, much like a sabertooth, dark ooze and blood pooling between the teeth.
- This form only reveals itself when Fionan is extremely emotional.
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Cursed for his betrayal to live as a beast, his face turned formless save for the piercing eyes, almost human but soulless and flat like a hunting bird. He could no longer digest the food of humans, forced to feast upon the rotting as a particularly harsh punishment considering his husband’s love of cooking. Fionán undergoes a transformation when his emotions are particularly potent. He usually suppresses this form which takes a toll on his body.
To wake then
In the dark, and ache then
Until the dark is gone—
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