#aurelien ❆ 001

[rancorasael]

Asael couldn't fully comprehend what he was seeing from the other. When he stood his ground and bared his fangs, that was often enough to have most hesitating at least. He had no formal training, so that brief moment of inaction in response to his intensity was often where his advantage lay.

The threat of a spell, his muscles going taut with the threat of force, his aura of rage were all the weapons his body possessed to fill the gap of his limited mana reserves and Asael leaned on them heavily. So being confronted with nonchalance threw Asael off his game. His hand came down and he watched in dismay as coins hit the ground between them. What else was he to do but bend down and pick them up?

"I'm too busy for games," he says, picking up each coin quickly. Handouts weren't acceptable, but spare change on the ground was like a gold mine to Asael. Still, he wouldn't let himself relax completely. There was no telling what the elvhen's goal was or why he was acting so weird. "I have to survive. Survive to fight, fight to destroy. I can't stop until the Vanguard is no more. I don't exist for anything else."

The concept of satisfaction was lost on him. Asael was a collection of pain and the only times he found relief were when he unleashed his magic onto someone he labeled an enemy. Strength was his lifeblood, perseverance was his creed, violence was his comfort and Asael knew none of that would ever change. When he rose to his feet, the air chilled as he pulled at threads again. Sure, the elvhen dropped the coins of his own accord, but gratitude seldom was rewarded when one lived as a fugitive. "Revenge always has a cost. Pay it yourself or it means nothing. Why would I let someone else do what I need to? It's not good enough for them to die, they have to die by my hands. Them, and anyone who stands in my way." That last part was pointed. While Asael didn't make a habit of wanton violence, he had no qualms about dropping someone into the 'enemy' camp in an instant. The other needed to know Asael wasn't looking to be stopped or helped. The only thing he needed was to see Vanguard of the Light members crushed beneath his ice.

Auri stood still despite the obvious way the other attempted to pull at the threads of magic in the air, hoping for an unnecessary defense against the silver elvhen. Something, something, this dog couldn't stop biting the hand that fed until there'd be nothing but some gaunt and unsightly stub. He understood when the entire world could be against you, but Auri had searched through the cisterns and hidden depths of Iskaldrik, he'd built his own protective employ brick by brick until he'd felt untouchable; if this one could see through the threads of ire, he'd have any chance in the world but for some that was impossible.

There was genuinely no invested personal interest to help them, none of this feral and rabid act reminded Auri of his own testament to survival, but he understood the feeling of being backed into a corner and that sometimes the only way was to blindly claw forward until it felt a bit easier to breathe.

"I'm quite good with games," Auri shrugged and the coins fell haphazardly between them, they'd return to their true matter by the fourth sunset this week but that gave this witch plenty of time to spend such wares and get off freely. Games meaning if this one wanted to play a game of tag, the silver elvhen was brazenly confident he'd win with not a scratch on them.

Carnage - revenge - maybe it was too late for Auri to turn the other way, but the elvhen was nothing if not morbidly curious. After all, he'd left Avalon behind simply on the pursuit of some golden empire he'd likely never be granted access to within this lifetime. Some feral witch on the street was realistically a dime a dozen out here, so Auri felt compelled to listen to these bizarre entreats even if he didn't quite understand them fully. "I have plenty of people who'd enact your revenge for cheap." With the fall of Iskaldrik and Auri's trading company through such channel, the silver elvhen wasn't picky when it came to the idea of having someone indebted to them if they couldn't cough up coin.

[leithknelevoux]

AURELIEN | 000 001

in a simple life, in a simple place loving u, having no regrets holding hands, so unaware falling for u, no love to spare

creating a path, the moonlight above us just you and i, no one to stop us being careless, being at peace finding everything you need in me

Me, lost in Lyon and going nowhere in particular. January 2020.