Little corrupted flower || Liqueor

[Casphian]

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Corrupted Flower

Trans masc — Tanglewood — Wanderer — HOVER FOR TAGS

A soft sigh slipped past his muzzle, long pointed ears flicking back against his skull as he stared out across the water. His gaze settled on his reflection, taking in the sight of the starch white skull that rest against his head. A dark paw lifted and rested on the rough bone, withered from the years of wearing it. He wondered how much longer it would last, how much longer it would be until he finally had to part from it. He wasn’t sure he was ready to part from it, to finally say goodbye to his mother. It was a thought he didn’t like and one that he wanted to continue to shove down until it no longer existed. But unfortunately his mind had another idea and he was left to ponder on these thoughts as they slowly drug him further into the spiral of darkness.

He missed her, or at least what he could remember. Most everything was fuzzy and faded now, memories lost to time. And he hated that he couldn’t remember her voice, or the way her eye looked, the warmth of het embrace. Soon he probably wouldn’t even remember what she looked like and the day that happened would probably tear him apart. He tried to be happy with the fact he had Byriath and Saturn, Aesior and Plexus as well but it was hard to not miss what he could’ve had even if he’s grown to love those four as if they were his own blood family. They were still his family but sometimes it just wasn’t the same.

[member=23634]LIQUEOR M.[/member] 

#psy.

[SirDio]

Liqueor's skull was not a mask. It was his genuine skull, if you cracked it he was fucked. He came to look that way through family trauma that he would rather not talk about. It didn't matter anyway, he was living his best life. He embraced what he was, and that made his life so much easier.

His large figure was not easily hidden as he walked, following the trail of a scent he'd remembered from when he first came across this place. He continued until he saw the hellhound staring at... something in the waters. Perhaps he knew, and he was just playing dumb, but he waltzed over next to the hound and stared into the waters. He only saw himself. "What do you see that's so important? I only see myself and you." He rumbled, sitting down next to Solsken.

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[Casphian]

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Corrupted Flower

Trans Masc — Tanglewood — Tangler — HOVER FOR TAGS

Solsken briefly glanced up when Liqueor sat down beside him, glancing over the larger creature before turning back to his reflection. The Hellhound let out a soft sigh at the question, not sure how to answer him. "I see memories I wish to forget," he said with a neutral tone. His gaze drifted over towards Liqueor's reflection, admiring him for a moment and studying to skull that rested on his head, or seemed to be his head which one it was he wasn't sure. But he didn't want to question, for once in his life he didn't feel like being a complete asshole. 

#psy.