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━ ｆｅａｒ ｉｓ ｅｖｅｒ-ｃｈａｎｇｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｅｖｏｌｖｉｎｇ
and i, i can poison these eyes
but i, i feel so alive
nobody can save you now
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full name:: viserion
nicknames:: oreo; rin; sir
age:: wip years old
birthday:: november 1st
birthplace:: mount wood, yukon
nationality:: canadian
other:: none
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parents:: deceased; unknown
sibling(s):: unknown
relationship status:: single
sexuality:: heterosexual
friend(s):: none yet
wip:: wip
wip:: wip
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species:: antlered guardian of destera
gender:: male
body:: bulky; well muscled
fur:: thick; obsidian, ivory, grays
eyes:: ice and cobalt blue
p.traits:: observant; clever
n. traits:: social outcast; blunt
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This was it. It had to be.
The long winter months were finally arriving and Viserion was thrilled. With the cooler weather could he cross rivers and lakes of frosted ice and the trees would bleach to the beautiful silvers and blacks he was so fond of. The days would be come crystalline and the nights majestic- not at all like the stifling and undesirable heat of summer. His thick gray scale coat would thicken and fill, no longer frizzy and curling at the edges from the humidity that gathered beneath. He would be comfortable again and his large paws would leave within the frozen ground light prints, much harder to track when he didn't want to be found. Again would he be free to roam without drenching the places in which he walked with the stench of perspiration. He absolutely couldn't wait and the first frost had excited the male into leaving his den for the first time in nearly a week.
Belly full from the left overs he had munched upon sparingly, the Guardian of Destera made himself known at the riverbank just downhill, the frigid cold water soothing over the cuts and tangles of thorns in his fur. He waded in chest deep, his uneven bright blue gaze fixed upon the treeline beyond. Inhaling the chilly air into his lungs, Viserion could pick up traces of others- rarely a welcome sign. Hardly wanting to be forced into awkward conversation, the large salt and pepper colored male turned away from the river and again uphill, this time hoping to treat himself to one of his favorite sights. Looking down from the hill top to see the frosted trees reminded him of a perfect world; one where everything was ornate and flawless. I wish winter would never end. He thought, closing his uneven bright blue eyes and allowing the faintest of smiles to twitch at his maw.
he's gorgeous
