swallow the sun ☀️ open, campfire

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

Just relax.

Was it a mantra? Perhaps. It was a lifestyle choice, to relax. After all, what else was there really to do around here? Cory knew no one, at least not well enough to address a single soul by name. There were faces, some that struck him as familiar amongst the crowds, but no names to attach to them. Therefore, they were nothing more than floating masses in the sea of intangible memories. Even the people who accompanied him ripping his aching, water logged body out of the water had no true name. They were simply his help, people who kept him from drawing his form back into the deep, salty cavern of which he felt, perhaps, that he belonged. It was warm and welcoming yet cold and unbearably pressured. Was it odd he almost wished that he wouldn’t have pulled himself out of it?

Perhaps.

Today, the wyvern was staring off into the distance, bringing a bottle to his lips with a satisfied sigh as he adjusted his scarf and swallowed once more. A bitter tingle slithered down his throat, heating up his insides as a grunt passed his lips. The taste was familiar, in fact it may have been the only familiar aspect of his life right now. Living with amnesia was terrible. It was even worse when you had no family or friends to remind you of what you were, who you were. If Cory could remember even a breadcrumb of his past life, perhaps he’d remember that the alcohol he swigged down so fondly now caused him tons of heartache once before.

There the broad beast sat, hit glance finally trailing down to the mass of branches and large embers swirling about. The flames danced in a rhythmic fashion with the gusts of wind beating against them. It was a somber evening, and the temperature was rather comfortable for a massive entity such as himself. Drawing his wings inward, the wyvern allowed a content sigh to pass his lips once more, nestling himself close to the fire he had so carefully prepared.

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[SOJOURN]

After a few days here he was starting to get his bearings of the place. It was strange with even stranger customs. Rather he would follow them or not was yet to be seen but he would humor them if possible. For now he didn't much see a reason to delve into them and become a part of it all. After all he was here on his own terms and not theirs. At least for now. The sound of a crackling fire was what brought him to the area. Eyes seeking out the orange and red hues that reflected off of the cloud mane that always billowed with an unsee and unfelt breeze. His eyes watched it for a moment before he smelled something. A scent that had him looking up and scrutinizing the large dragon that was before him. The smell of alcohol was not new to him and he used to partake in the burning liquid. Even though it had little to no effect on him he felt it something to relax with.

"And what might you be so forlorn about, Cory?" He was curious, the far off expression on his face making him slightly concerned. The lion came closer then and took himself a seat beside the fire. His eyes turned toward the flames once more before he then glanced to the bottles. Personally he liked the darker tones but he wasn't exactly here to drink. He was more here for the sake of company and to understand those he was sharing this place with. "This is a comfortable spot to just be for a little while. Makes me feel all cozy." His voice was a warm hum as he settled his head down on his paws, making sure to shift his blue glowing orb out of the way.

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

By this point, the almost angelic being had been no stranger to the wyvern. In fact, he was well known to Cory’s gaze. However, he wasn’t expecting the creature to sit down beside him. A gentle shrug followed and he smirked. “I often wonder if my past being forgotten is a good thing or a bad.”

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[Cobra]

VINTARA

✯ — OR AM I JUST A SHELL?

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The soft thwap of flipper on marsh earth. That was the only sign of the child drawing closer to his 'father'. Slowly plodding along at a turtles pace. The small snapping turtle would draw near to the duo and stop once he was nestled next to one of Cory's paws. He was still not talking, yet, but he was learning words in his small mind. One day he would talk. Today was not that day.

Looking to a stranger he did not know, the male would tilt his head slightly. The child let out a soft chirp of a greeting. Then, his eyes flicked to the fire nearby. Studying it with odd fasination.

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✯ — MALE. LONER. EASY. BIO. — ✯

#psy.

[sykes]

Of many things, it was perhaps most familiar with campfires. Fire had been around since before it, and it would be here after it too. It had no reason to fear it; fire could be controlled in a variety of ways, though it knew that many before him and many after him would fear it; just because it was controllable, does not mean it wasn't dangerous.

Still, fire drew a sense of comfort from within it. It ambled closer, eyeing down the three beings surrounding the pit, quirking a brow at the tiny creature that had nestled itself at Cory's paw. It didn't appear to be able to speak yet, still far too young for that. It smirked, settling itself down to curl up beside the fire, listening to Cory's woes. He seemed to be an inherently sad creature; he wondered what had made him so sad, if there was a reason for it.

"It has been around for so long it can't remember its past mortal life." it rumbled, looking up at Cory sympathetically. "You'll waste your life worrying about the past or the future. The present is where you are now." it hoped its words were comforting.

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

As his adoptive child approached, the wyvern softened his gaze and attempted to pull him closer. A protective air surrounded the wyvern as his head drifted to examine the young turtle at his side. How on earth had he been the one to find them? Was it luck? Chance? Who knew. Cory was just happy he found the young turtle before someone could harm him.

Ragnar’s approach caused his head to shift from his child, observing the bright embers of the campfire. They danced in the delicate wind, becoming apart of nature as it flickered and swished back and forth. The words from it were comforting, drifting into his ears almost as smoothly as a lullaby. “I suppose you’re right. Perhaps my past isn’t important now,” he remarked, glancing amongst those who had gathered with contentment. “What brings you all here?”

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[aesior]

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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the scent of fire was a comforting scent, among the swells of it's smoke laiden breath and the sparks that could cause any manner of harm within a dry land or dry coat. he had seen and known what fire could do, but it did not create fire in the grim, little could these days. his ears perked as he heard voices, the tom limping to join the many other bodies gathered around the fire. first was cory, second was apollyon, third vintara and fourth was a face he was still becoming used to. he had naught with him to offer in drinks or food, little his own rations completed from a trip out into the beyond he had not long returned from. weary the breath as the tom settled near the others within a respectful distance.

the past ... cory's loss of memories could be considered and it could be considered bad. a good thing, or bad? he nodded in soft agreement to ragnar's words, scrawling into the dirt words they could choose to look at or ignore for his voice was too ruined to properly speak, 'the past is behind us for a reason. what happened then has little hold in what today brings or what will happen next. memories are a way of reciting pain, intended or not.'

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✯ — MALE. TANGLEWOOD. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.