Skodati

creeping, crawling, belly low to the ground. whispers of snowflakes dancing around you.

fowarding, marching, wings pressed close. you are the ground, it calls to you as you softly pad.

you were not built for the cold. you bundle yourself up, and you crawl. you bundle yourself up, and you scout for your current renters.

you do not have a family. you simply rent yourself and your services out- except- except, it's cold, and you are naturally a warm-weather creature, by nature of your coatl blood, by nature of your light magic.

you wonder- who will come to retrieve you, if you leave?

you stretch out your frozen, aching wings, and you take flight. they say you were lost in the tundra. you simply stepped into the shadows.



he's proven time and time again that he's not dumb, per se, but he is prone to making rash, on the fly decisions that he should maybe probably not make. his time as a hired scout has made him observant, but he usually uses this power to play pranks on his clanmates, using maul as his buff, scary shield to hide behind.


art by GPO!