#aurhik

Aurhik was pensive for a long moment.

A Light in the Shadow

             Someone I loved once gave me a box of darkness. It took me years to understand this was a gift. -Mary Oliver

Is your character a good cook? What’s their favorite recipe, whether they’re good or not?

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“Compared to some people,” Aurhik smiled; behind him, a certain albino bristled and huffed, “I’m a master of the art. Really, though, I’m passable at best. Learned enough to survive growing up - not that I was ever wanting, mind, just that my mother couldn’t prepare a meal to save either of our lives.”

He hummed thoughtfully and tapped his chin.

“I’m told I make a decent stew.”

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Is there an animal you equate with your character?

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A slow, almost canine grin split his face, baring teeth gleaming white and oddly sharp.

“A wolf,” he said, and the grin seemed to stretch beyond the boundaries of his cheeks, “or so I’m told.”

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Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

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A small, fond smile worked its way onto his lips and his eyes focused on something far away.

“I never knew my father. By accounts he was a good man, and my mother loved him dearly, but he passed before my birth. Mother, though... She was my world. She could be stern, she could be strict, she couldn’t cook worth half a damn but I’d not have traded her for anything. I got to learn of her youth, and I know that the death of my father took away a good deal of the fire she’d once held behind her eyes, but she never once let me see it. She raised me, she taught me, she cared for me and she loved me - and she did it all on her own. I wouldn’t be half the man I am today without her guidance.”

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