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Hephaistion

(#780333)

Cursed slayer of monsters

Familiar

Armored Greatowl

Energy: 0/50

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Length

25.99 m

Wingspan

17.93 m

Weight

6646.64 kg

Genetics

Stone
Tiger

Ivory
Stripes

Sand
Basic

Hatchday

Sep 26, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Shadow
Unusual

Level 4 Imperial

EXP: 3663 / 4027

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QCK

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Biography

HEPHAISTION escorgier
cursed slayer of monsters

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Hephaistion flinched and grit his teeth as Bisera's deft fingers worked more of the burning, foul-smelling ointment into his latest wound. He'd think she made them particularly onerous in a silent expression of her disapproval of his trade, if it weren't for the unmatched gentility of her deft hands against his broken flesh.

The healer wore a fixed expression of professional distaste as she worked, and now as she considers the freshly dressed wound, she clicks her tongue in irritation before fixing her charge with a stern blue-eyed glare. "It's killing you."

Hephaistion didn't manage to stop his eyes from rolling before she caught him in the act, and those electric eyes narrowed. "It's all very well if you hold your own life in such low regard, but you eat through my stores like nothing else. These remedies are not cheap nor easy to make." This last was said with a sharp, irritable jab in the direction of her herb racks. The wealth of a healer: jars of powders and dried herbs; ointments; boughs and bundles hanging from every spare bit of roof.

He follows the movement of her hand, but says nothing for a long while. "I can treat myself." He finds he does not want to meet her eyes, and with his free hand busies himself tightening a strap on his boot.

This elicits a scoff from the healer, who rises and crosses the small room to the hearth, ladling freshly boiled tea from the black iron kettle. "Fie, you old fool. Pain in my hide though you surely are, I will not abandon you to such an ill fate yet."

Hephaistion starts from his feigned disinterest when a mug of brew is shoved under his nose; to his surprise it smells fragrant and delicious. He looks up at her, eyebrow quirked.

"Peppermint," she explains. "To keep you here for talk." Her lips are pursed, but he knows her well enough to see the smile hidden beneath her stern look.

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Grateful, he takes a long swallow from the mug, letting the seating hot drink slide down his throat and settle satisfyingly in his stomach before he speaks. "There are more with every waxing and waning of the moon, Bisera. And only one of me. I can not stop, not if I care to keep this place safe."

She sighs and is silent, considering the steam rising from her own drink. "I know. The signs are everywhere, to those of us who know where to look. But the shade, the curse..." She trails off and sips her tea. "They are too much for even you."

He has nothing to say to that; he wore wraps over his tails to hide the rot that creeped across his flesh, and he felt it even now, the squirming tendrils of shade that sought always to worm their way into his heart.

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Bisera had been the one to wrap his hand when the dark magic had seared the flesh away, exposed his white bone to the air. They both eyed his glove now.

The silence in the room is heavier than the strong scent of peppermint rising from their cups.

"And yet there is no other who could last half as long," Hephaistion reminded her, his deep voice soft in the quiet herb-filled cavern. He looks up at her, his eyes yet clear, and his own. "You know this."

With a last drink of the tea, he rises, stubbornly refusing to let how his wounds pained him show on his face. "You have your herbs, and I have my own talents. With you by my side, I will right the darkness until the work is done."

There is a depth of emotion in her eyes as she watches him go, one that neither one of them dared give name to. He is better at hiding it, but he feels it no less than she.

He resists the urge to touch her cheek before he leaves, instead giving her a nod and the shadow of a smile. "I look forward to my next wounding, Bisera, as always."

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"You could always come for tea."

His teeth gleam whitely as he grins at her. "Perhaps."

With that he leaves, and they both know what will bring him back.

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» a warrior of an ancient, dwindling caste of monster hunters
» is an emperor hunter of some renown who paid a terrible price to gain the strength to hunt his monstrous quarry. Taking on a curse that grants him added strength, vitality, and reflexes, while marking him forever as other, perhaps housing a force within him that he must always fight against.
» in his youth bound his life force with that of a demon
» has few friends because of this and a generally reticent demeanour

aesthetic sand. bleached bones drying on a cracked mud floor. driftwood. fire. hollowed out trunks. a mouth parched in summer heat. blades so sharp they cut at the slightest touch. regret. the loneliness of a life of work and obligation. yearning. determination. pride, pride, pride.

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Lore, bio, code by ithika #46361. Graphic assets by PoisonedPaper,

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Traded for Slipper on 11.11.17 with Glisselda
Vial of scattersight applied 15.10.18 - Unusual

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Cursed slayer of Emperors

Tenebrous - Synkka in Finnish
Caliginous
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