Grim
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510 [Year ]Gender:
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03-13-2022, 02:31 PMJoined:
03-07-2022
 what a handsome lad |
Grim's birth was meant to be a happy occasion for his parents. Something to be celebrated and talked about for many years to come. A loving couple finally blessed with the gift they had so desperately been begging the gods for. A child. Though perhaps those same gods had a sick sense of humor. He was not the healthy baby boy that had been praying for. Grim was thin, worryingly so, and even as a newborn that dark circles beneath his eyes were startling. The first time he stood up and tried to stand was horrifying to his mother. His legs were long, even for a foal. Gangly and sickly, he stood hunched as if he was trying to fold in on himself to appear smaller. His piercing green eyes that held so much love for his mother turned to pain as she recoiled from him. Around him bones began to poke from the ground, like a swimmer gasping for air as they crested the waves. The forbidden arts. Necromancy. They left him there. Alone in a forest surrounded by the death and decay that would become all that he had. Never had he known the warmth of touch, instead turning to the cold undead creatures for comfort. As a young child he did what he could, learning to hone his craft through trial and error. Those that he raised would become his friends and family as long as the connected remained. As he got older he got better at his magic, learning to keep them alive longer and eventually infinitely-- until they should fall of other causes. He remained in that forest, terrified to leave what he had known for all of his years. His friends, both undead forest dwellers and raised equine, grew and grew giving the forest a reputation for being an unpleasant place to be thus plunging Grim further and further into his loneliness and desperation. He would unwillingly fall asleep in the safety of his brambles only to awake in somewhere new, weak and alone. Again. |
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