06-10-2018, 07:08 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"]asanis didn’t know why he was here.
on the ground in this warm rainforest and not dead. there was too much purple, it leaked from his jaws and various cuts, shallow and deep, bleeding slowly, still taunting him. many bones were shattered, he could tell. how could a self-proclaimed god of war ( do not be deceived, he is just as mortal as anyone else ) be taken so low, until he was lying on the ground and short of breath? it all started with a war.
he had commanded an army, his brother was his right-hand man. they were strong. they were powerful. they were endless, or so it seemed. it happened like a book - the protagonists are runty little things, and they manage to take down the big bad with courage and determination. except asanis and his thousand-member party were the villains. even now, he still can’t understand how he was, even as those bastards made some passionate speech about how he may have seemed unconquerable, but they would manage to take him down. they would stop him from uniting all of the animals to survive radiation. they didn’t want a king.
the azawakh had watched from his tower as his minions fell, crumbled like sand. lions and wolves and many other animals stilled under the feet of the enemies. even their armour couldn’t prevent their fates. he had to witness as those wretched rebels plowed through the legion he had built, and right up to his tower. he vowed that the day he ran away from what was to come was the only day he’d ever give in to anyone.
but those who survived found him. his own army ran knives into royal fur, bashed him against the rocks, starved him in a prison. he had promised victory, but all they got was corpses and fear. asanis was marked a traitor by his subjects. they attempted to slaughter him, but he refused to die. his eyes were blank and his mouth was silent as soldiers screamed in his face, trying their best to make the life slip out of him. soon, they grew tired ( or maybe they were scared that he wouldn’t die ) and abandoned him in a rainforest miles away. asanis didn’t plan on going back.
that brought him to now, pathetically unable to move more than an inch. every breath was shot through with agony. bones stuck out in some places at odd positions, most notable his left forearm and hindleg. he was horrifyingly skinny, and the three ribs that were broken were noticeably so. his blood was a soft purple instead of crimson, and it polluted the fallen leaves around him with thick lavender. asanis’s only hope was for someone to find him, and although he definitely didn’t want to see any living thing right now, he knew that the endurance he had would wear off eventually.
/ tldr: asanis is a weird-looking, three-eyed azawakh from an unnamed group far away. he lost a war and got beaten up by the survivors of his army and abandoned a little within the occultatum village’s borders!
also, to specify, his current injuries are a severely broken left foreleg and hindleg, and he has three broken ribs. he also has various stab wounds and cuts of varying sizes.
on the ground in this warm rainforest and not dead. there was too much purple, it leaked from his jaws and various cuts, shallow and deep, bleeding slowly, still taunting him. many bones were shattered, he could tell. how could a self-proclaimed god of war ( do not be deceived, he is just as mortal as anyone else ) be taken so low, until he was lying on the ground and short of breath? it all started with a war.
he had commanded an army, his brother was his right-hand man. they were strong. they were powerful. they were endless, or so it seemed. it happened like a book - the protagonists are runty little things, and they manage to take down the big bad with courage and determination. except asanis and his thousand-member party were the villains. even now, he still can’t understand how he was, even as those bastards made some passionate speech about how he may have seemed unconquerable, but they would manage to take him down. they would stop him from uniting all of the animals to survive radiation. they didn’t want a king.
the azawakh had watched from his tower as his minions fell, crumbled like sand. lions and wolves and many other animals stilled under the feet of the enemies. even their armour couldn’t prevent their fates. he had to witness as those wretched rebels plowed through the legion he had built, and right up to his tower. he vowed that the day he ran away from what was to come was the only day he’d ever give in to anyone.
but those who survived found him. his own army ran knives into royal fur, bashed him against the rocks, starved him in a prison. he had promised victory, but all they got was corpses and fear. asanis was marked a traitor by his subjects. they attempted to slaughter him, but he refused to die. his eyes were blank and his mouth was silent as soldiers screamed in his face, trying their best to make the life slip out of him. soon, they grew tired ( or maybe they were scared that he wouldn’t die ) and abandoned him in a rainforest miles away. asanis didn’t plan on going back.
that brought him to now, pathetically unable to move more than an inch. every breath was shot through with agony. bones stuck out in some places at odd positions, most notable his left forearm and hindleg. he was horrifyingly skinny, and the three ribs that were broken were noticeably so. his blood was a soft purple instead of crimson, and it polluted the fallen leaves around him with thick lavender. asanis’s only hope was for someone to find him, and although he definitely didn’t want to see any living thing right now, he knew that the endurance he had would wear off eventually.
/ tldr: asanis is a weird-looking, three-eyed azawakh from an unnamed group far away. he lost a war and got beaten up by the survivors of his army and abandoned a little within the occultatum village’s borders!
also, to specify, his current injuries are a severely broken left foreleg and hindleg, and he has three broken ribs. he also has various stab wounds and cuts of varying sizes.