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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Remi too felt the mood—the enzyme sex-high—slipping away. However for the hybrid that made clarity suddenly feel like it was within his grasp again. It was a sensation he'd never before experienced, to go from all but strangers to wanting someone so completely that he felt delirious and reckless with need. But that wasn't Remi. It never had been, and now with this not-quite stranger crumpling before him, the waves of guilt and responsibility made the cave feel warm in comparison to the slush of ice forming in the pit of his stomach.
His free hand slipped across Sam's back, realizing now that the chemicals were wearing off, just how much smaller the man was. Then again, somewhere along the line Remi had broadened out considerably, not that he'd noticed really. He'd never had occasion to.
The hand still in Sam's offered a gentle squeeze as Remi looked sadly down at the balled-up figure at his side. Though part of Remi wanted to protest and say that he wasn't quite normal either, he knew what Sam meant, and so only nibbled the inside of his lip as his heart gave an uncomfortable twitch inside of his chest. "Can anything be done?" Remi asked gently trying to still the way his body wanted to shiver in the frigid air of the cave. He should put his shirt back on and jacket as well, but so much had already been lost between the two it felt like, that his bare skin against the ascended seemed to be the only artifact to confirm that the moments just passed had actually happened.
REMI
Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
