NOBODY HAS EVER SEEN HIS FACE, BUT FEAR HIS SMILE - Open, mutations

[Luciferr]

FENRISULFR

▼ — when the weak court death, they find it.

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there was a crawling itch beneath his plates and across his skin - it made the war more irritable than when he didn't get enough sleep in, possibly why the few random tanglers that saw the tall hybrid approaching immediately hurried by or away from the stormy scowl sported by the beast.

the pendant clinked against his chest, the new weight and feel bringing him out of his thoughts - and away from obsessing over the furious irritation - momentarily and fenris sighed before quickening his pace towards his current quarters - he'd think of them as temporary until he fully set up his own.

he padded into the spartan rooms before collapsing and proceeding to lie flat and glower at the walls as his fur pricked up and plates rustled as the irritation increased.

well, if it was something in the seams of his plating or buried in his fur, there was one sure fire way to get it gone.

which moments later was probably what startled several tanglers when the hybrid stepped out and the small concrete area he wandered into was set ablaze, him in it - before it died down and the hybrid strode form the flames like the proverbial phoenix, shaking out his fur, the pendant still swinging on his neck glowing slightly from the few flickering flames left whilst the soot climbed where the very edges of the flames had licked.

and like the proverbial phoenix - while he wasn't born anew, there was definitely some additions

long spine's jutted from his lower back that followed a smaller trail down a skeletal tail and quill feathers and spines stuck from shoulders and thighs like several blades emerging from dark fur - thin streaks like small cuts following the jut of his ribcage glowed softly like magma mimicked in the cracks upon his claws and the vents inbetween his plates - like the blood he bled.

he shifted and the blade ended whip of his tail shifted to circle around - a lethal weapon with considerable reach - the hybrid's eyebrows rose and he huffed amused slightly, skeletal like Azrael's motif usually was but then maybe another trait inherited from father - the dark ascendant did have a penchant towards spiky, monstrous and skeletal additions after all.

lastly he noted were the golden-magma markings along his legs - like the motifs of a blazing sun or one eclipsed - huh.

well the itching had ceased and it seemed his final growing spurts in this reincarnation were done - he had more traits resembling his truth - War had ever been built to echo ruthlessness after all, so why should he not look like he could cause serious injury just from a glance?

out loud the hybrid simply hummed at his upgraded appearance.

bc y'all asked and bc I felt I SHOULD with his updated appearance cx

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▲ — TANGLEWOOD. CHASER. VERY HARD. REF. BIO. — ▲

#psychosocial.