ORIAX
MAN BEHIND THE MONSTER
He looks like a nightmare, out of place in this winter wonderland.
Oriax is more suited for the deathly glow of autumn leaves and the crackling blood moon, more demonic looking than winter joy. His black coat and golden scales stick out like a sore thumb where his wings sweep heavily, where his hooves dig down and how he scatters the faeries that swoop in curiously. Though he looks like death on wings, there is nothing truly death driven about him, save the burning flame of black and blue deep in his heart, set on the eventual destruction of his father. A faceless figure with a name attached to it, one that he had followed to Novus.
Though at this point, Oriax is exploring the lands more than searching actively for the one known as Leviathan.
His ears swivel, and his heavily horned head swings, the golden bones like a crown, complete with red streaking like blood along the surface. Golden eyes shift, and he finds himself surrounded by glimmering movement, and he tucks his wings in, a frown on his lips as his ears instead fall back, his head drawing up and back, a snort falling from expanding nostrils as one of the faeries flies too close.
It's nothing but a shimmering ball of light that seems to shift from that form to something almost with shape, then just light again, and it laughs. "Hey now, I only landed here. I'm not looking to do anything with any of you." His tail swings behind him heavily, sweeping up snow and creating a whistling sound as it does. His sharp teeth even somewhat bare as he watches them, a growl deep in his chest, threatening to come up.
Oriax is more suited for the deathly glow of autumn leaves and the crackling blood moon, more demonic looking than winter joy. His black coat and golden scales stick out like a sore thumb where his wings sweep heavily, where his hooves dig down and how he scatters the faeries that swoop in curiously. Though he looks like death on wings, there is nothing truly death driven about him, save the burning flame of black and blue deep in his heart, set on the eventual destruction of his father. A faceless figure with a name attached to it, one that he had followed to Novus.
Though at this point, Oriax is exploring the lands more than searching actively for the one known as Leviathan.
His ears swivel, and his heavily horned head swings, the golden bones like a crown, complete with red streaking like blood along the surface. Golden eyes shift, and he finds himself surrounded by glimmering movement, and he tucks his wings in, a frown on his lips as his ears instead fall back, his head drawing up and back, a snort falling from expanding nostrils as one of the faeries flies too close.
It's nothing but a shimmering ball of light that seems to shift from that form to something almost with shape, then just light again, and it laughs. "Hey now, I only landed here. I'm not looking to do anything with any of you." His tail swings behind him heavily, sweeping up snow and creating a whistling sound as it does. His sharp teeth even somewhat bare as he watches them, a growl deep in his chest, threatening to come up.
@ any || oh boy fun times !
