#[Eleare -personality-]

[sansloii]

Me: Think normal thoughts at work.

My brain: How about a dragon dick.

Me:

My brain: Roderick's dragon dick :)

Me: stop--

[soulsxng]

Eleare, what are your thoughts on Zhaohui and him hanging around Aro?

@arcxnumvitae | Relationships | Accepting!

"I don't like it; simple as that. Perhaps he's gotten better about how he treats Aro these days, but that doesn't do much to change my stance."

"I've told the kit that if he keeps hanging around his little dragon friend, that he's going to end up hurt. Badly. And that's the last thing that he needs, is to get content, and trusting, and possessive. To lean on Zhaohui, and find that-- as far as he noticed-- the rug is suddenly pulled out from under his feet, with no warning at all."

"That dragon is going to snap one day. And I don't want whatever has been boiling under the surface to explode on Aro. If it's not directed at him, then I don't want Aro to be the only thing that can hold it back, because if he fails, who is he going to blame for whatever happens to Zhaohui after that? Himself. He's not the type that gets over that kind of thing easily. He carries everything with him-- he's been like that ever since I've known him."

"That worn old blade. The chrysanthemum tattoo. The apothecary bag. The splintering of scorched wood. The broken sea glass bracelet. Even the power he sealed off and turned into his God Seal."

"He says he keeps all of those things because he needs to remember. When really, he just won't allow himself to let go and stop making himself suffer for things that happened ages ago, now. He needs to learn to move on, and that's not going to happen if he continues to find more things that he thinks he needs to blame himself for."

"I got a bit off topic, yes, but that's why I don't like him being around Zhaohui. Why I likely never will. I don't want him to become another thing that Darrow turns against himself."

"I don't want Zhaohui to, even unknowingly, become the thing that breaks him."

"...And yet, I just know that stubborn, bleeding heart of a kit would probably say that, whatever happened, he wouldn't regret that stupid dragon. I don't know why they seem to be so stuck on each other..."

[1luna1lovegood1]

Kraglin: Peter, I've lost Yondu.

Peter: I've got this. *elears throat STAR LORD IS THE WORST PERSON IN THE GALAXY!

Yondu: WHAT THE FRICK YOU SAY ABOUT MY BOY!?

Peter: Found him.

[fatestouch]

Muse feelings - When Allisae looks at Yori, she sees a friend. Perhaps the first new person she’s come to trust after escaping her life at the Aegis, and someone she was steadily feeling comfortable enough with to rely on, as well as a protector for her children…On the other side of the coin, however, she also feels a tinge of envy. How Tahariel seems to remember so much with Yori and trust him. The genuine ease he feels, and the affection Tahariel gives him….whereas whenever Tahariel is around /her/, she feels him so /guarded/ and his touch often comes with an aftertaste of ulterior motive…though, could it all be in her head?

Describe how your Muse feels when they look at my Muse.

Yori honestly didn't anticipate growing as protective of Allisae and her children as he did. Originally, he was ready to keep an eye on her and Wrenn, and maybe play with Lily here and there--because in the end, Tahariel is his top priority. But now he's there, and the fox considered all three of them unofficially part of his pack.

If he still had his child, he imagines she would have been like Lily at that age, and they would be as old as Allisae is now.

"Wish she didn't hafta feel that way about me an' Taari, though... it's just how it is, with us. It's hard t' explain, but... even after everythin', he knows me better than anyone. Even Aro and Eleare." He sighs. "But, if there's one thing I know, it's that Taari loves 'er. Th' kids too.. I know he does. It's there, even if it can't be seen."

"...Even if he has trouble seein' it himself."

[jmciii1957]

Finally. Outside of needing two balanced cables for the Audeze and Focal, I have my personal listening setup complete. The only things not pictured are my sources (Oppo 105D and streaming from my MacBook Pro) and my portable system (made up of either my iPhone or MacBook - depending if I’m moving or stationary - and either my Shure E530 IEM or Audeze LCD-1). But for home use, this is, and will be, my system. And it sounds GREAT! #headphones #audeze #focal #LCD-2C #Elear #oppo #HA-1 #music #personallistening #audio #highendaudio #audiophile https://www.instagram.com/p/CAljnX1p5lJ/?igshid=nqpppi8g085m

[blackberrybamf]

Calen Hathel (Gaur)

NICKNAME Gaur 

BIRTHDAY March 8th 

ZODIAC Pisces 

OCCUPATION Blacksmith 

SPECIES Elf/Werewolf

 GENDER Male 

SIGNIFICANT OTHER Leena Diamond 

FAMILY Elear Hathel (father), Leena Diamond(wife), Ivan Diamond (close friend and father in-law) 

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION short for an elf, but about average height for most men. He has the young appearance of an elf, with a slightly larger nose. His eyes are green, his hair is a light chocolate brown, and his ears are pointed and slightly larger then normal elves. When he was young (about teenage by human standards) he was bitten by a werewolf, and effects of his first transformation cause him to retain his tail. It is the same color as his hair and large a fluffy, though most is just fur and able to be hidden with the right clothing. He also has a large scar on his left upper arm from the wolf that bit him. 

PERSONALITY Bubbly and excitable. He tries very hard to please people but gets distracted easily. He takes embarrassment in stride, but he also hates to disappoint. He is afraid of his fathers disapproval. 

SEXUALITY Mostly Hetero 

SETTING Medieval-like verse similar to our own and set in the past. His story extends into what would be our present in this world, with as many advancements. Magic and elves and demons are somewhat commonplace, though humans become less aware of them as they advance. 

BACK STORY His mother left him in his fathers care when he was very young. His father was one of the higher ranking Guardsmen in a large elven settlement, and also a skilled blacksmith. Calen was somewhat of a disappointment as he didnt have much talent with the now or any weapon, or in crafting. Calens short attention span made him a bit of an annoyance to most of the others in the city, and they eventually sent him on sentry duty in a remote area around the city to keep him out of peoples hair. This was a mistake, as one one evening of patrol he was attacked by a wolf and left for dead for several hours. When his father finally found him , he took him back home to get the large wound on his arm healed, and once it seemed to heal unusually quick, his father became suspicious. Unknown to Calen, his father began planning a way to send him away before the next full moon so that he would not be killed, but unfortunetly it was not so easy and was forced to chase Calen away and pretend that he'd lost him in the forest. Calen made his way , bruised and cut badly all over, to a nearby village with a small blacksmith shop set up just outside belonging to a Dwarf and his apprentice named Ivan Diamond. Calen hid inside by their furnace for the night and was discovered by Ivan shortly before morning. As it turns out, Ivan was also a werewolf, and thus why Calen had been attracted to the place.He introduces himself as Gaur, and Ivan figures out the problem pretty quickly. Ivan convinced his master to let Calen stay and he traveled with them, finding he wasnt as horrible at crafting as it was thought, just much slower at learning. He grew up with Ivan and being and elf, also watched Ivans children grow up, and once his daughter Leena came of age, found he had fallen in love with her. Ivan being a werewolf, cause his wife and children to become werewolves as well, and also had a very long life because of it. 

ONGOING STORY As centuries went by, Ivan and Gaur started their own smithy and it grew into a corporation. Ivan turned it from making swords and armor to non-lethal weapons. Gaur turned his talent to machines, and was quite fond of personal transportation, mostly for flight. Under cover of this company they also began to run an organization that helped persecuted werewolves and other supernatural beings. 

LIKES Likes meat. all kinds of meat. after that he will try just about anything and has yet to find a food he dislikes, his wolf side loves all meat, his elf side tends to like a vegetarian diet, so it balances. He also loves attention. 

DISLIKES the only thing he dislikes has to do with people pulling his tail or his ears and people who refuse to understand werewolves. He also tends to not get along with other elves. 

STRENGTHS He is not easily turned from his happy mood, is extreamly loyal to anyone he considers a friend, even if those people dont like him. 

WEAKNESSES He is easily distracted, mostly by food. dosnt think well under pressure. EXTRA Gaur means Werewolf in elven, so it wasn't the best choice of names for him to give as an alias, but he wasn't thinking very clearly at the time.

[soulsxng]

Why do Darrow and Eleare not like Enoch? At least it sounds that way? Is there something that happened between them during a past time?

It was a past situation that caused Eleare to dislike Enoch, yeah. Long story short, since I don't have a drabble for that whole thing done yet, Eleare was "hired" by Ouza, a close friend-turned-enemy of Enoch's, to spy on Eno a bit, and gather some information for him.

This was...honestly, mostly done because Ouza wanted to determine whether or not Enoch had grown softer over the years, or let his guard down in a way that he could take advantage of. He knew that Eleare would be caught, but at that point in time, felt the benefits outweighed the potential damage it might do.

Eleare was caught (After Eno let them poke around and find some things out, for the fun of it), and Eno gave them a chance to essentially bind themself into an agreement that would prevent them from telling anyone about anything they learned. They disagreed, and things went south.

To the point where eventually Enoch got fed up and pinned them to the ground with his scythe...by one of their tails. Which is where the scar mentioned on Eleare's bio came from, in case anyone was wondering what's up with that.

After that, they agreed to his earlier offer, and now they're not able to talk about anything that they learned...though a good portion of it isn't really a secret anymore, these days.

Eno took an interest in them after that though, because he was impressed by the fact that they were actually able to sneak into his archives. So he's actually taught them quite a bit over the years in exchange for frightening them before, or so he says. And even if Eleare doesn't like him (and is absolutely terrified of him), they acknowledge that there are few that are better at spying and such...so why not learn what they can.

They still strongly warned Darrow off of them though, after he mentioned having a weird feeling about Enoch as well. So...yeah. Eleare is afraid of Enoch, and definitely doesn't like him. Aro is wary of Enoch, and...though he doesn't outright dislike him, the wariness is enough to keep him from wanting to make friends with him or anything like that.

[soulsxng]

↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch?

💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction?

Eleare

@arcxnumvitae | Sinday headcanons! | No longer accepting!

↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch?

They tend to prefer bottoming, but they'll switch it up depending on their mood, and their partner. And in a similar vein, they take on the dominant role more often than a submissive one...though not by much, surprisingly. In fact, they'll switch between the two here and there in the same encounter, as opposed to just sticking with one or the other. Really, all that matters to them is that it feels good, so if their partner knows what they're doing, Eleare is more likely to give them more leeway to just do as they like.

💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction?

Collapsing onto the bed, or otherwise taking a moment to just savor the feeling. Their partner should not be asking questions or trying to make conversation at this point, as the only answers Eleare is going to want to give are simple hums of agreement or disagreement. Anything that might take away from their few minutes of euphoria is going to make them grumpy, and they'll be liable to shoo their partner out much faster than otherwise. Touching them or whatever else is okay, and they don't mind being snuggled on too much, as long as it doesn't get to be suffocating.

Once they come down from the post-orgasm high though, they're ready to get up, clean themselves off, and go back to whatever it is they were doing. They don't sleep often-- don't have to-- and they tend to have trouble just laying or sitting around for very long. So, they're on the lookout for something else to do. Be it work, or fun, they don't really care, though. Their partner can come along too, if they like. Eleare doesn't really care. Otherwise, they can feel free to stay back and sleep, or go on their own merry way.

[soulsxng]

Difficult vs Likeable person tests! (Eleare edition)

A somewhat difficult person (53.57%) | A somewhat likeable person (60%)

[soulsxng]

Fisette and Kadios-- two of the Elder Pack Leaders of the Aifaen.

Pythius, one of the ruling members of the Vash-Aifaen, and his personal knight, Melchior.

Eleare and Darrow-- two of the regular pack leaders of the Aifaen.

[soulsxng]

They were heading back from running some of the errands that had piled up when they were in Vanystea, when the sharp smell of blood hit their nose. While that wasn't necessarily an oddity in the Plains, the fact that they were passing through one of the biggest gathering areas for the packs without seeing more than a handful of other Aifaen made it stand out in a way that had brilliant red fur raising to stand on end.

Eleare's ears pinned back against their head, and they did a little circle as they investigated the smell further. In the same direction, they could smell a large group of other beasts gathered. And as they followed the trail a bit further, they picked up something more...familiar. Three scents that they had come to know intimately, over the years.

Before they've even fully realized it, their paws are carrying them toward the sources of the scent in a full sprint. When they reach the others, gathered around in an anxious circle, the inari squeezes and leaps their way through the crowd, ignoring the grumbles and snarls that some gave in response.

"Ma..."

"Mom..."

Just as they'd thought, the moment they broke through the crowd, Eleare was met with the faces of their older children-- Thelrin and Raelin. They had been knelt on the ground with their backs toward Eleare at first, but the moment they got close enough and shifted forms, both jumped to their feet and turned to face Eleare.

Red eyes traveled quickly over their forms, making sure that they weren't injured before moving on to the person the two had been kneeling beside. They could feel their stomach twist in anticipation, before dropping altogether when their gaze fell upon the third familiar face.

"Eleare? Wh--"

Before he can even respond, they're practically on top of him. Hands pushing clothing aside to get a better look at the wounds that littered the other Aifaen's body. They had to fight their instincts to growl and shoo away the healers that were already helping him, and instead gripped the man's arm tight.

"What happened to you? When did you get back from Ahnia, Antale?" They sounded angry, and both Thelrin and Raelin's ears pressed back flat to their heads, starting to move away to avoid Eleare's wrath. Unfortunately, that only seemed to draw their attention. "And you two! If your father is back home, let alone injured, why would neither of you come to get me? I swear to Bralis, Tal, if you told them not to just because you didn't want to worry me, I'm going to finish you off in front of the whole Plains!"

"Lea, please...it hasn't been long, I promise." The man-- Antale-- lifts a hand, pressing a finger to their nose despite the way their lip curled like they were ready to bite. They don't, though...after a moment or two, the harsh air around them falters, and they lower their head a bit, so Antale's fingers could run through their hair, and rub at one fluffy ear. "I'm fine, I've had worse than this. The exhaustion from the fighting caught up to me, is all."

Eleare doesn't seem at all pleased to hear the last bit, but as it seems that Antale had more to say, they kept it to themself.

"...Something happened in Ahnia-- Elyki is causing trouble alongside the coup out there. That's why I'm here, and why I'm worse for wear. I was asked to relay what happened to the heads. Warn them, and see if they can spare some help."

[soulsxng]

The sting of Eleare's claws digging into his back is a welcome sensation, as is the contrasting, gentle brush of their tails against his skin. One pair of hands stays pressed into the sheets,his fingers laced tight with theirs, even as the other grips their thigh and pushes their leg up further. The thrusts of his hips are fervent and deep, chasing whatever high he'd gotten from their prior fight. Nose is pressed into the crook of their neck — teeth bared and scraping against heated, unmarked skin — and the temptation to bite down is near impossible to ignore…

…and so he doesn't.

A possessive growl ripples past his lips as he finds a spot a bit lower on their neck — more towards their shoulder and thus easier to hide, if need be. Sharp teeth graze the spot at first, as if he didn't intead to bite down, but they sink in not a moment later. It's quick, though, and he smoothes his tongue over the broken skin right afterwards. The hand rooted to their thigh releases its grip, if only to purchase in holding their hip. With the next meeting of their hips, he pulls theirs to his and gives an almost purposeful, languid roll afterwards.

This slowness — this closeness — is what the king takes a moment to savor. His lips press to the inari's skin again, favoring the same spot with affections first… before his attentions drift up their neck and to their jaw. “I could never get enough of you…” he says, voice rough and only loud enough for them to hear, “I need you.”

@sansloii

Every time they end up like this, Eleare finds themself wondering in the back of their mind how they ended up like this. Going from a blade at the dragon King's throat one moment, to being caught in a wild entanglement of limbs and mind numbing pleasure.

They were supposed to kill him. He was their target, and yet...the more they'd come to learn about him-- the more they interacted with each other-- the more the aifaen came to feel as though this man wasn't the monster that they'd been made to believe that he was. They'd never been one to take jobs against those that didn't deserve death...that had been a personal code of honor for them since they'd begun this type of work.

Hence why they continued to come and fight with him like they did. Exhilarating battles that came so intimately close...how could they not find themselves hanging onto that feeling?

"A-ah...!"

Sharp teeth sinking into the junction of their neck and shoulder broke them from their already fragmented thoughts, though. The blooming warms that the pain saw spreading through them, soothed by the swiping of soft, now blood slicked tongue.

But the pain wasn't the bad sort. It was the sort that had Eleare's toes curling in the anticipation of more. The kind that made them want to look Roderick in the eyes and tell him that they would happily let him devour him then and there. The kind that made the closeness between them feel even deeper, even more satisfying...and yet stoking their craving all the more.

Their leg is lifted so high that their heel is hooked on his shoulder, one of their tails curled around Roderick's thigh, another draping over one of his arms. A moan, completely unabashed, and laced with an eager, throaty laugh spills from their lips, and their hips shift to meet his halfway. The sensation sends electricity up their spine with every last thrust, every last movement of wanton, primal dance that they were locked into.

"I'm yours..." They murmur against his lips, not even thinking about the bit of drool that had made its way to their chin, or the lack of breath, and the low, coaxing growls leaving them likely sounding half-feral. Roderick needed them, and of course, they were only too pleased to oblige him. "I'm yours, so you can do with me as you wish...have as much of me as you wish. Rest assured that I'll be claiming every last inch of you as well, my Roderick."

It was dangerous...and they knew that this couldn't last. But for now, that only made the compulsion to at least *try* to get their fill of him consume them all the more.

They deserved that much, didn't they? Both of them deserved at least that much...

[soulsxng]

Eleare, do you know how Aro got Corrupted?

"A few different sources I spoke to said that he was protecting someone when it happened, which doesn't surprise me in the least. The stubborn little kit has next to no sense of self-preservation when it comes to those he cares for. Considering the fact that it happened in the Mortal Realm...well, that leaves a fairly small handful of people it could be. The ones I know well would have contacted me when it happened, which narrows the list even further..."

"I have my opinion on who the person that supposedly needed the protection in the first place is, of course. Prior to this, it seems to me like Aro was with him rather constantly, so even if it wasn't, I don't doubt that the ill-mannered lizard was, at the very least, present for the whole fiasco."

"...Ultimately, the how of it doesn't matter so much to me, at the moment. I can be angry about all of that once Aro is better again...that's where my concern lies."

[soulsxng]

A random headcanon for y'all on this chilly morning, about how the muses walk with their s/o!

Jaspern is the type of person to, while walking with his s/o, keep a hand in their back pocket, to keep them close to him. Very effortless and smooth, but also affectionate. Same with Io, I feel. Also JJ, because he grew up seeing Jas do that, tbh.

Pythius is similar, but he's more likely to hook his fingers in his s/o's belt loops to tug them over, before putting an arm around their waist or something. If he's walking behind them, he'll do it if he needs to "steer" them a little, or wants them to slow down. ("I want attention", essentially) Aro, Zikiriel, and Sarakael also do this one, on occasion.

Aro and Eleare will curl their tail (or a few of them) around their s/o, or drape one over their shoulders. Or will alternatively stand/lay on their s/o's shoulders in their little fox forms.

Cilatyve actually doesn't care too much for flat out holding hands-- he uses his to navigate too much to feel super comfortable with that, especially if he trips or something. Instead, he likes to coil his tail around their thigh, wrist, or arm. Arin and Jaey, if their tails are out, will also curl the end around their s/o's wrist or thigh when walking. Otherwise, it's more common for them to just coil around their s/o entirely once they've settled from going somewhere together.

Zikiriel will, instead of wrapping an arm around his s/o, keep a wing curled around them sometimes. Keeps them close, and gives them a bit of privacy on top of that (he's not a fan of people staring at his s/o, sue him)

Nirbhi, Ezra, and Sarakael like to keep their hand their s/o's back while they're walking, or occasionally rested on their shoulder. That way, they and their partner can walk at whatever pace they want! But if something happens, it's easy enough to tug their shirt or give them a little nudge or something to avoid or draw attention to whatever it is.

Enoch, Pereux, Bleddyn, and Shilo tend to shift positions when they're walking with their s/o a lot. Eno and Jinnie tend to walk slightly behind, Bleddyn slightly in front, and Shilo not really having a preference...but if someone unknown approaches their s/o, or they go to pass someone, etc, they'll automatically move to position themselves between the other person and their s/o. Actually, Kade also fits here. Huh. That's a lot more muses than I'd thought would be put here.

Baphomet...man, I don't know. He's clingy. As always. Please be careful not to trip. Niesal can surprisingly also get like this, when they actually fall for someone, so I guess it's hereditary.

Sivel and Alsina, when walking around with (or especially traveling with) their s/o, their wings will almost always be buzzing in a very specific pattern. It's sort of announcing that they're with their person. And that they're excited, because they're going somewhere. With their person! They don't even realize they're doing it, honestly.

Fele and Laisren tend to do the more refined offering an arm to their s/o. Keeping them at a slight distance, and separating to take their hand instead to help them down stairs, or over a curb or puddle, or whatever else.

Zahine (and Kade and JJ, during the times that they're not in their other categories) likes to do the closer linked arms thing. Where he has one arm linked with his s/o's, and he's leaned on them or encouraging them to lean on him a little while they walk. Makes it easy to sneak a cheek kiss or something in, if he wants to!

Ber, Eluvias, Ezzion, and Vanyllo tend not to touch their s/o much while they're walking. Luvi, because he's used to not being able to touch people much without them being hurt by his poison. The other three...mostly just because they don't want to, for one reason or another. All four of them do constant check-ins, though-- looking back at their partner frequently, or engaging in really brief touches, to make sure they're doing alright. Another thing they tend to do is that little "curls their just the tips of their fingers with their s/o's" thing whenever they stop or slow down. As a sort of "I'm still with you" thing.

[sansloii]

The next time Eleare sees the dragon king, Roderick just so happens to look up at nearly the same time, and their eyes lock. Until they catch the dawning bit of realization in his eyes when he processed who he was looking at, his expression was stormy at best. Their own gaze quickly flicked away out of habit, but before they could start to walk off, they found themself looking back once more. How could they not? Their chest ached with longing, but also pain. Roderick was hurting, and they wanted to be there to comfort him...but that couldn't happen. Especially with Arcadis in attendance, it was more important now than ever that they kept their distance from the Exulani king. Maintained the appearance that they couldn't stand him. ...Still. Still, they couldn't just turn up their nose at him. Taking a moment to make sure that he was still looking, red eyes soon fluttered closed, and they took a slow, deep breath, and square their posture more proudly. Their tails draped briefly around them-- similarly to how they used to drape around Roderick when the two were near each other-- but they've fallen away again by the time their eye reopen. To anyone else, the movement would have simply looked like they were chasing away a chill, but they hoped he understood. It's at this point that their head tips up and away, and they give an indignant scoff. A low "Just great..." muttered under their breath as they turned on heel and stormed off, as though Roderick were the last person on earth that they'd wanted to see. And if their hips swayed just a bit more enticingly than usual as they did so? Well, that was their business.

He imagined that the next time they saw each other, it would be after the alliance between the Aifaen and Exulan had been finalized. He was more than willing to wait for that moment, if it meant that he wouldn't have to resign himself to just seeing the inari from a distance and not being able to approach. It was hopeful, and maybe a little foolish on his part, but time and time again, he would remind himself that his patience would be rewarded. As much as he wanted to rush towards the thought of seeing them again before that… it would only lead to trouble…

…Perhaps that is why his heart aches so when he meets their gaze.

The moment their eyes meet his, he knows. It takes a moment or two for the realization to sink in and the recognition to regisster in his expression… but he knows it's them — that it's his Eleare. Even as their eyes briefly flick away and then to his again, the king's stayed fixated on them. At the back of his mind, he chastised himself for staring for so long ( especially given the fact that Arcadis' delegation was no doubt skulking around somewhere ) but he simply couldn't help himself. Icy eyes drift from one feature to the next, going from their face to their tails to their outfit to their hair and so on and so forth…

They've changed so much and, at the same time, not at all…

His better judgement keeps him from closing the distance between the two of them then and there, no matter how strong the urge to go to them is. It also offers him the calm needed to remain unflinching when they feign a reaction to seeing him. It, as he expects, isn't a very positive one, but his attention remains glued to them even as they “shiver”, turn on their heel, and storm off with little more than a scoff ( and maybe a mumble ) directed his way.

It's hard to tear his eyes away from the Inari — and he would be a liar if he didn't admit that they lingered that much more on the sway of their hips as they left — but the king does with little more than a seemingly frustrated exhale. He too, turns on a heel to walk in the opposite direction.

It's almost impossible to not think of them as he leaves… and how he misses the feel of Eleare's palms against his cheeks — soothing him.

Oh — how he missed them dearly.

Festival of the Blue Moon | @soulsxng

[soulsxng]

Aro was so singularly engrossed in his viciousness, that he didn't even realize his energy being rapidly drawn out of him. Not until Baphomet appeared behind him, and broke the flow herself. Grabbing the younger deity under the arms and bodily dragging him away from the bloodied mess that was once a person.

"Darrow, that's enough already; he's dead!"

But her words didn't seem to get through to him. The fox wresting himself free of Baphomet's grip, and whirling around to lunge at her instead.

"Come to your senses...! Can you not see that this place won't last much longer? We need to get out of here!"

This time, Aro does slow, if only for a few moments. Expression twisted into a pained grimace. His whole body shaking with the effort it took to hold himself back even this much. Perhaps he would have been able to reel himself in from there, if it hadn't been for the loud depressurizing of the massive tanks in the room. The rumbling of the floor, as something collapses back in the direction of the hallway.

"What should we do? I've heard a little bit about this from Eleare; apparently reasoning with him when he gets like this is next to impossible. We might have to bind him. At least enough that we can--"

"You are already hurt, Arilya, you're not staying. Get out of here, and make sure the others are alright. Tell them what happened, and I'll be out after I've dealt with this...it won't take long. If he can't listen to reason, I'll just have to beat him down a little bit until he can."

It looked as though Niesal planned to argue, at first. Their hands clenching into fists, and lips pressing together just as tight...exhaling slowly through their nose. No. No, it would be best to just do as they were told right now. Baphomet would more than be capable of handling this situation, and having them there to worry after would only serve to distract her.

It was with reluctance that they turned around and ran for the door back to the hallway. They could feel sharp green eyes boring into their back as they did so, but heard Baphomet quickly step between their retreating form, and Aro. Easily drawing the fox's attention back to her, once more.

"Tsk, tsk. What are you looking over there for, huh? Listen, I'm sorry about this, but I promise it's to help you out. I figure getting crushed down here isn't how you want to go out, after all."