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Lykófos
APATHETIC. CONSCIENTIOUS. HONEST.
"Take your time... it's your last anyway."
Listening to...
Devoid of emotions. Empty and listless. Lykófos may sometimes remain passive enough that even the water flowing through his horns will stagnate. His prescence is indiscernable from a boulder. Barely a breath moves his chest as his eyes train on a new target. He doesn't want to move, because the moment he does, he will have to reap.
He knows his target is fading away and must return with him or else they risk being lost to time and space for eternity- wandering alone. It's a fate worse than parting with all that they want to hold onto, but he waits. He waits for them to be ready to come to him on their own. Though more often than not, they attempt to fight their fate.
"Take your time..."
Each tiny fibril that rips and snaps does not seem to faze Lykófos. He is serene, until that very last thread binding their soul threatens to tear. His eyes widen just the slightest in familiarity. In a flash, the soul is in his hands, the motion woven and carved into his body like the stiches of a trained surgeon from centuries of practice.They are safe. He will protect them now.
For eternity until it is once again their time.
- Dawn / dusk
- Stillness
- Fireworks
- Order
- Failure
- Whining
- Dishonesty
- Bribery
- Death
- Becoming lost
- Losing things
- Feelings
- Observing
- Playing difficult games
- Listening
- Cleaning
Devoid of emotions. Empty and listless. Lykófos may sometimes remain passive enough that even the water flowing through his horns will stagnate. His prescence is indiscernable from a boulder. Barely a breath moves his chest as his eyes train on a new target. He doesn't want to move, because the moment he does, he will have to reap.
He knows his target is fading away and must return with him or else they risk being lost to time and space for eternity- wandering alone. It's a fate worse than parting with all that they want to hold onto, but he waits. He waits for them to be ready to come to him on their own. Though more often than not, they attempt to fight their fate.
"Take your time..."
Each tiny fibril that rips and snaps does not seem to faze Lykófos. He is serene, until that very last thread binding their soul threatens to tear. His eyes widen just the slightest in familiarity. In a flash, the soul is in his hands, the motion woven and carved into his body like the stiches of a trained surgeon from centuries of practice.They are safe. He will protect them now.
For eternity until it is once again their time.
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🢝 DESIGNER: NocTerra
🢝 RARITY & LIST OF TRAITS:
Rarity: Mythic
Horns: Water-filled glass [R]+ Black bone bioluminescent cracks [M]
Tail: Black bone [R]
Wings: n/a
Keepers: Two (on neck) [M]
Legs: Human [C]
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Nickname - Lykó.
