I shed the dulling armour plates {Beloved} That once collected radiance

March 28, 2012 - 9:05pm — Mr.Sanguine

_{Charging down the maw of the ocean

I want to come close, I want to come closer

I held your name inside my mouth

Through all the days out wandering

But called up from the mouth of oblivion,

Cast away like dogs from the shelter

I shed the dulling armor plates

That once collected radiance

And, surging at the blood's perimeter:

The half remembered wild interior

Of an animal life}

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_{_{! For all intents and purposes Beloved is a character. Nothing in-character is taken seriously ooc, if anything about him bothers you please contact me so we can work things out !}

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_{"Endearing little creature."

_{It is what It is}

Loyalty.Ice.Fungus.Decay.Change.Creation.Destruction.

The Mountains.The Swamps.The Sea.The tundras.The night sky

-Male gendered

-Asexual Panromantic. Does not take 'Mates'. Does not use the word 'Mate'

-If you are special to it you will know

-Unicorn, so it says

-It's lying

-It's a Púca

-Capable of changing size and shape.

-No set voice, sounds different based on form and stature and who's listening

-Old Beast

-Steps through worlds

-Just a fleeting visitor here

-Find it and something good may happen {provide a screenshot!}

-DoTD pelt. Magpie mask. Antelope horns on the new version of TEF

-May wear anything if I choose to use the old version

-Speaks in gold

-Smells of Mushrooms, of Moss, with the underlying tinge of Ice

-Capable of being harmed physically and mentally

_{It does what It does}

A peaceful creature, or some Wild God, It has been called many things, more likely than not, It will just agree with whatever you apply to it. In name, It goes by 'Beloved' most of the time, if this name is fake it probably doesn't matter anyway, there likely isn't a star in the sky who knows It by something different.

It creates, and destroys, and changes, It steps through worlds as it pleases. Tangible intangibility, it loves, and laughs, cries, hates, dies, forever, over and over again, a thousand times, a million, endless. Most at home in the mountains and the swamps, the icy places, the sea, dancing amongst starlight. Rot blooms beneath its three toed feet and shining golden hooves, mold and fungus, moss and nice new soil.

His persona is complex, changing, different from being to being, from day to day, hour to minute. There are few who have known him long or well enough to see a method in this madness, and fewer still that were not chosen by he himself. A lonely creature who only pulls more loneliness upon himself by pushing all but the select few away.

_{It knows whom It knows}

Hum

Its other half.

She is the Sun, the fire, peaceful forests, rolling grasslands and the salt-less lakes and streams.

Literally the other half of himself.

_{It is so thankful}

From Anjali}}

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April 9, 2012 - 10:45pm — Mr.Sanguine

Selfish bump to say I fixed

Selfish bump to say I fixed my forest {I hope. It wasn't working before} and will be getting in-forest now if anyone wanted to keep him company {or try and snag a screenshot of him}

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♖♘♗♔_{S c a r l e t}♕♗♘♖

April 9, 2012 - 10:51pm — ocean