A little bit about Aiden.
I don't have much written about him. Though I meant to write a lot. But, you know. Shit happens.
Comic Introducing the Character
It was truly dark. Not even a night with the light of the stars and moon-no, everything seemed to be blotted out by the engulfing sky. It was no wonder… it was the longest evening of the year, and there is the time between the set of the moon and the appearance of the sun. That time was the witching hour, and on this night it would be drawn out for an increasingly long time.
Most creatures stayed in their bedding when such a night befell them. Most creatures, that is, except for those that delighted in not being able to be seen. The creatures that felt blindness was the only answer to their problems in life. Very few of these creatures existed, but one of them was on the prowl tonight.
He was an oversized animal, quite possibly larger than a grizzly in some aspects. This, however, was no grizzly. His hide was rough and torn in places-had there been light to see by, one would take note of the stitches that roughed up his pelt, crusts of blood sometimes seen, still oozing in places where the wounds have reopened. His fur was a dirty-very dirty yellow brown, crested with a mane that was once a brilliant green. Amber eyes searched the night, but nothing could be seen. Torn and ratty ears flickered… there was water nearby.
Oh, how he thirsted. Reaching out in front of him, it would also be noticed that his forepaws were wound with bandaging up to the elbow join. What this was concealing it was hard to say-none had ever bothered to ask, and the creature was not very keen on sharing. He fell forward onto all fours, wincing as his front limbs took the shock. He lopped forward, kind of ungainly, searching for the source of the liquid that he had heard, was still hearing. It was a while before he reached the stream’s bank, almost barreling right into it before he stopped, standing there for a while before he bent his head down, dipping his muzzle to the water.
His jaws eagerly began to open, feeling the water rushing around his nostrils, soaking through his fur. But his eagerness was soon abated when a tearing sound was heard. Threads of some unknown material stitched his mouth shut, and in his hurry to attempt drinking, he had stretched them to their limits. He jerked his head from the water, a scream bubbling in his lungs, escaping in all ways possible as he fell back, clawing at his muzzle. This was his curse-his mouth was so expertly bound shut that he would never taste the clear waters again.
There was one thing that could be said about pitch darkness… nobody could see the tears that cascaded from the once proud creature’s fur.
Comic Introducing the Character
It was truly dark. Not even a night with the light of the stars and moon-no, everything seemed to be blotted out by the engulfing sky. It was no wonder… it was the longest evening of the year, and there is the time between the set of the moon and the appearance of the sun. That time was the witching hour, and on this night it would be drawn out for an increasingly long time.
Most creatures stayed in their bedding when such a night befell them. Most creatures, that is, except for those that delighted in not being able to be seen. The creatures that felt blindness was the only answer to their problems in life. Very few of these creatures existed, but one of them was on the prowl tonight.
He was an oversized animal, quite possibly larger than a grizzly in some aspects. This, however, was no grizzly. His hide was rough and torn in places-had there been light to see by, one would take note of the stitches that roughed up his pelt, crusts of blood sometimes seen, still oozing in places where the wounds have reopened. His fur was a dirty-very dirty yellow brown, crested with a mane that was once a brilliant green. Amber eyes searched the night, but nothing could be seen. Torn and ratty ears flickered… there was water nearby.
Oh, how he thirsted. Reaching out in front of him, it would also be noticed that his forepaws were wound with bandaging up to the elbow join. What this was concealing it was hard to say-none had ever bothered to ask, and the creature was not very keen on sharing. He fell forward onto all fours, wincing as his front limbs took the shock. He lopped forward, kind of ungainly, searching for the source of the liquid that he had heard, was still hearing. It was a while before he reached the stream’s bank, almost barreling right into it before he stopped, standing there for a while before he bent his head down, dipping his muzzle to the water.
His jaws eagerly began to open, feeling the water rushing around his nostrils, soaking through his fur. But his eagerness was soon abated when a tearing sound was heard. Threads of some unknown material stitched his mouth shut, and in his hurry to attempt drinking, he had stretched them to their limits. He jerked his head from the water, a scream bubbling in his lungs, escaping in all ways possible as he fell back, clawing at his muzzle. This was his curse-his mouth was so expertly bound shut that he would never taste the clear waters again.
There was one thing that could be said about pitch darkness… nobody could see the tears that cascaded from the once proud creature’s fur.