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female ➴ aromantic ➴ alpha cŵn annwn ➴ two hnd & eight</center>
Banished from her homeland of Fey following a fit of anger and pride, Zarachiel has spent her decades searching for her disappeared master, furiously clinging to the hope that he is alive. Manta Carlos seemed the most reasonable place to settle in the mortal realm as it provided an information vantage point she could find nowhere else. These islands live and breathe bizarre magical happenings; if there were ever a place to find word of a man that didn’t want finding, this would be the place. If you know her, you are likely most familiar with her human form, silver hair and golden eyes, but it is also entirely possible that you’ve seen her roaming the island’s boundaries as a large spectral hound with a braided tail.
Calm, quiet, and so close to the point her tongue could cut you like a serrated knife, Zarachiel tends to stand alone and far from people, not least of all because they give her nauseating migraines. She’s allergic to iron and bullshit but loves a good conversation—the problem being that she can’t find any worth having. Know that you are prey until proven otherwise, and know that if you challenge her to a fight she will win. She is an alpha, this is her nature, nevermind her job. Speaking of job, she’s going to be working for Duke Makes-everyone-miserable, isn’t that fun?
With the capability to rip souls and travel dimensions, she knows she’s probably wasting her time here, but she’ll suffer almost any indignity to find her master again.
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female ➴ aromantic ➴ alpha cŵn annwn ➴ two hnd & eight</center>
Banished from her homeland of Fey following a fit of anger and pride, Zarachiel has spent her decades searching for her disappeared master, furiously clinging to the hope that he is alive. Manta Carlos seemed the most reasonable place to settle in the mortal realm as it provided an information vantage point she could find nowhere else. These islands live and breathe bizarre magical happenings; if there were ever a place to find word of a man that didn’t want finding, this would be the place. If you know her, you are likely most familiar with her human form, silver hair and golden eyes, but it is also entirely possible that you’ve seen her roaming the island’s boundaries as a large spectral hound with a braided tail.
Calm, quiet, and so close to the point her tongue could cut you like a serrated knife, Zarachiel tends to stand alone and far from people, not least of all because they give her nauseating migraines. She’s allergic to iron and bullshit but loves a good conversation—the problem being that she can’t find any worth having. Know that you are prey until proven otherwise, and know that if you challenge her to a fight she will win. She is an alpha, this is her nature, nevermind her job. Speaking of job, she’s going to be working for Duke Makes-everyone-miserable, isn’t that fun?
With the capability to rip souls and travel dimensions, she knows she’s probably wasting her time here, but she’ll suffer almost any indignity to find her master again.
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