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[way_to_midnight]

[This is a voice post, and he's more or less yelling this in his horrifying voice, which carries a loud and bone-chilling infernal echo. The sound is not unlike the growl of a feral animal, really]

My name is Aros

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[axeldarkhero]

Hi Aros.

[Voice Post]

[way_to_midnight]

[A pause, followed by a feral hiss and the sound of claws slowly ripping into bark. Then, abruptly, there's a reply in that same voice -- through quieter]

She named me.

[axeldarkhero]

Who named you?

[way_to_midnight]

[A feral snarl, followed by the sounds of him repeatedly hitting a wall. There's a hiss, and then he slowly replies]

The angel.

[loveangelflonne]

Aros ...

[For her, his flawless handwriting]

[way_to_midnight]

Yes?

[Writing back~]

[loveangelflonne]

Are you going to be okay?

[way_to_midnight]

Are you? You're the one with the heart to be damaged.

[totamethewild]

That's... your name?

[way_to_midnight]

...Yes.

[totamethewild]

Do you like it?

[way_to_midnight]

She gave it to me. A name is meaningless to me.

[nowarstowin]

Aros. I suppose you're the one who's been frightening off the wildlife?

[This reply is written -- and his penmanship is amazingly good for how he is]

[way_to_midnight]

I need their hearts.

[nowarstowin]

Why would that be?

[way_to_midnight]

Because I don't have one.

[cicatrized]

Aros? A name gleaned from Norse mythology.

Quaint.

[Voice Post]

[way_to_midnight]

[A clicking sound, followed by the sound of claws idly ripping through bark. There isn't a real reply to this, however.

[cicatrized]

You're quite talkative.

Östra Aros, it was the main heathen centre of Sweden. Funny, isn't it?

[Voice Post]

[way_to_midnight]

[There's the sound of ripping paper, as his claws cut into it. The screen fades to static for a bit, but slowly reforms.]