Reference Sheet - Alexos Drausus
• tail and tips of ears are black; tip of the tail is also traced with silver. personality: • very serious and intimidating, unless he knows the people around him. • passive and submissive in most cases.
Emotions
A collection of my thoughts as i sit on the cushion, tracing my fingers along these keys; my paw lifting the warm tea to my lips as i melt the dark chocolate piece remaining in my muzzle.
A Child's Fears
I'm sure you could make it vanish without a trace. mother, please come help me for i'm too scared to move right now. mother, there's a monster at the basement stairs, as well: it almost got me last time when i slipped and fell.
Prolouge to Darkness
He walked out of the shadowy alley, blood following him in a single trickleing river, not leaveing a trace- "in the begging, god created earth, before he created adam, he created a minor god.
What I'm Made of
Me estranged i won't ever let go of my love inside my heart, even as every night i become more deranged~ it's been so long i don't even remember your face i can't remember your smell, touch... taste i have been left with nothing but a minuscule trace
My Fursona (Alexos Drausus)
• tail and tips of ears are black; tip of the tail is also traced with silver. personality: • very serious and intimidating, unless he knows the people around him. • passive and submissive in most cases.
Demeaned
The fingers trace the side of his muzzle down to the thin black lips, feeling them over. he bares his tiny teeth at himself, noting that they were true white.
Reflectional Relapse...
.--- ---following piece written as he griefs for loved one--- (chapter 2: reflectional relapse) i'm falling at such a slow pace i've left everything behind, there's nothing left to trace among the meadow of mindful mischief i found the one thorn
Research Log [#010]
Henro delivered a briefing stating that this was happening due to a malware infection, but every time anyone has conducted a post-mortem evaluation there has been no trace of any kind of malware! there is something seriously wrong happening here.
Scarlet Feathers
It was not unheard of for entire gryphon colonies to vanish without a trace, if they refused to join.
Emperor's Shadow: Chapter 3
The windows were obliterated, no trace of glass remained, the front door was practically swiss cheese. the place creaked in the wind, seeming to stare through the dragon's soul.
Round about...
Was this my final bow into the blind was i still to be me, was there nothing else to unwind ....snow fall to cover any trace...