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TIOM OC - Ex-Eremis Hunter - Silvum Guard 

MY SHAYLA WITH HIS THICK COUNTRY ACCENT!!

Nothing really need to be said about Liraz, he's a man who will fight for his family at all costs and will go to unreasonable lengths to keep them safe, whether that is throwing away his own morals or throwing somebody else under the bus. 

The root of his violence comes from a burning love for those he holds close. But in the same vein, he is extremely xenophobic and is vocal about his hatred for everything that isn't Eremis, especially Silvum, despite the fact that his wife, Blackbird, runs the place, he is stubbornly prejudiced and averse to change.

He ignores his own hypocrisy and beyond his family man demeanor, he isn't a very good person and holds very conservative beliefs. His recent crippling has made him even more agitated, chronic pain is doing him no good.

IT'S CRACKLE TIME!!

Decided to do a redraw of an old art of this evil girlie. I'm very pleased as to how it came out, gives me some confidence that I really am growing as an artist.

Image comparison below the cut!

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i’m arc! or dewey! i’m 21, i lucked out and got comorbid autism & adhd B). i’m a fat butch lesbian and oh god do i write stuff. mostly poems atm. check em out.

or don’t. i’m not ur dad.

Thorne bullying Ahastus

Vulture - TIOM OC - Born Glider

Vulture Fun Facts

He has an extremely sharp sense of smell and sight, able to locate his next targets from about a mile away.

He also has great memory, he can circle back to places after returning to report about his findings.

You can usually see him trailing Bloodfangs for an easy meal, and he is also a marker for other Darkones as an indicator of food in an area, as he'll often fly in circles waiting for larger individuals to leave their pickings behind.

Vulture won't only go after souls, he'll go after bodies aswell, apparently, he has some sort of trait or alleged deformity that allows him to utilize mortal flesh and bone as sustenance, even when it's rotten.

He's actually a very skilled flier and can often fly for days without becoming fatigued, unfortunately, due to a recent injury one of his wings has been mildly crippled and he suffers from severe chronic pain.

His primary attacking move is lying in wait within trees, swooping down and attacking wolves who wander underneath or nearby them. When a target is too big to carry off after he's caught them, he'll switch to maiming them with his talons.

He's actually quite weak to physical attacks, due to hollow bones, he could easily be immobilized by a good bite. He'll usually try to fly off if he realizes he's in the line of danger.

Vulture often goes after the weak, vulnerable, or elderly, and almost never attacks healthy wolves due to the risk he'd be putting himself in. But, he will let another more capable Darkone do the work for him.

When threatened, he will throw up on aggressors to deter and disorient them, his vomit is actually quite acidic due to the strong stomach acid he needs to break down most of the things he eats.

Has a very close relationship with a Born Bloodfang named Judas.

"But I am here for you, even if you believe that you have nobody else to turn to, I'll always be here." An inhale through his blood-clogged nostrils. "You're all I have, Judas." He admitted.

"And this is something I brought upon myself, it's something that has uprooted my entire way of life, but you know what, I don't regret a single second." Vulture's eyes wandered to meet hers.

"Staying by your side was the best decision of my life, for the longest time, I've felt shackled underneath the bindings of those above me, a designated pet to a royal guard."

"There was a time I believed I would never be anything more than that, that I should be grateful that I even woke up each day, that they were my only motivation."

"And then I stepped out, I met you, and I realized, there's more to life than the fenced yard they'd bound me within, through the pain, the strife, and anguish, I was reminded of something."

"That I was real, to bleed is to be reminded that the ichor that runs through my veins is tangible enough to slip through my paws, that my life is fragile and I must live."

"I realized to live was not just to survive, but to experience, travelling alongside you has granted me more experience than I've ever had in my entire life.." He sighed.

"I've never wanted to protect someone before, never have I thought of risking my status and my life just to continue the pursuit of the sensation of being real."

His wing shakily cast itself over Judas's back, his gaze wet with tears just barely clinging to the edges of his sharp-creased eyes.

"If nothing else, you make me feel real, Judas, and that means more to me than you'll ever know."