Taiheiyoukinbato

@.TwistedRae
I wanna get back into these writing forum games, so expect a few paragraphs later today! (If,,,, if I've got the time). Either way it'll be finished ^^

* i honestly adored Reaper's bio/story when I read it searching for a dragon in your lair (btw, say hi to Grimm for me! Handsome as ever~) and i just HAD to do something with it. Ancient gods thrown from their power is just -chef's kids- yes please. Anyway, hope you like it! Feel free to add it into his bio ^^)/
* Coughs i know it's by no means a flirt, but i don't think a "traditional flirt" would even FIT a demonic god- ; v ;)/ hope it's okay!

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How long has this graveyard been here, a pair of striking green eyes wondered, surveying the ancient, however well kept, lands. Metallic fences and cold tombstones stood a harsh contrast with the pristinely cut grass, devoid of any weeds and imperfections- as if someone had painstakingly removed every single blemish from each blade of greenery. Perhaps a groundskeeper with too much time on their claws, the eyes wondered, bemused.

The night was just beginning to settle in, the stars rising timidly from behind their veil of fading sunlight, and the moon, ever glorious, was foretelling a quite interesting night indeed. Truth be told, the green eyes creature did not exactly know why it had been drawn here in the first place; all she remembers was waking up with the innermost need to follow a gut feeling. Move, she had thought, move and follow that feeling. You must. You'll find something worthwhile. You'll find purpose. And so the creature found herself wandering into a graveyard at long last, her talons aching from so much movement after who knows how long of going without use, and her wings barely maintaining her aloft due to falling out of habit of using them.

The creature, tattered and downright eerie, climbed atop one of the sturdier gravestones, not unlike a cat, and perched herself there to survey the area better. Not a single sign of life, she silently hissed, not a living soul. But then... Who was she seeing?

Off in the distance, she saw a fleck of white, a splatter of red, bones and scars. She did not understand what she was looking at just yet, but she would soon; was this the reason she had come here? No, it couldn't be... And yet-

The creature appeared to be a Wildclaw, yet she knew better. His aura was tranquil yet violent, akin to the calm before a storm, when the air is charged with upcoming electricity and plasma, and the world holds it's breath; his eyes, for she could see them under his cranial adornment, were ancient and knowing, a duality she had not yet seen in her life... Un-life? Taihei focused on his eyes from her perch, and felt a spark inside of her tattered chest. A spark that spurred her to move and approach this being, this forgotten deity, with the utmost respect and caution. Her eyes seemed to take on a new sense of life, green mist spilling like heavy fog from the four orbs, a power reawakened by his mere presence. Who was he? What was he? She had to know. She... Couldn't leave his side. She refused to leave. He was alone, angry- she could feel it. She didn't know how, but she just knew.

The mirror-like creature approached the Wildclaw with measured, slow steps, as if afraid that her movements would anger him- she HAD come to his grounds uninvited, after all- and once she was within arm's length, she stopped, looked into his eyes, and bowed her head.

" Forgive my intrusion," she said, her voice almost inaudible from years of going unused, a dry sound that once would've been sweet. " But I feel... I feel... I do not know what I feel. I have wandered around without a goal for so long... Please, Grave Keeper, do not throw me back to the unknown. If you allow my stay, I will not give you reason to regret it."