Ashvath
Ashvath was pleased with the results of his whiskers released them for now, focusing on the more direct matters that his sensors could pick up. Ashvath could sense the fear of the being before him and held out his hands placatingly as if reassuring it that he meant no harm. But of...
ASHVATH
Taking a moment to contemplate his options, Ashvath decided to head for the direction of the screaming. Perhaps it's owner could help him figure out where they were if he or she hadn't died yet. Striding down the corridor he honed his senses, attempting to notice anything else behind...
Ashvath
Ashvath's first moments awake thankfully afforded him a moment of contemplation. He would not dally, taking the command he'd been given into mind, but a moment to orient himself was in order. Summoning up a gust of wind Ashvath slammed the lid of the cradle open and levitated himself...
Name: Ashvath
Soulcage: Bijali
Fragments:
Monumental waves crash against the battlements as gale-force winds blow aside the opposition.
A flurry of movement, vision tinged red, cries and screams so close yet so far at the same time, total lack of control.
A ghost town on the coast, void of life...
I would like to give this a go, have to shake the rust off some old gears and get back into the swing of writing, but the Bijali sounded quite interesting.
I'm imagining some sort of scavenger character or something now
A tinkerer perhaps
Perhaps secretly because he's interested in all the shit he shouldn't be. Or she...hmmm...thinking, thinking, thinking.