Exovaryn Haruke: Weakening Seal

The travel through the desert was fruitful to some extent, having earned him great distance from the Nostvallen region of Valmasia, and out of the desert to evade this 'Watchful eye of Veigas'. He didn't need any more trouble than he could deal with.

Alas, such extreme distances, covered by a mere child, estranged from all major civilizations such as the cities of Frostvale and Danarium, due to self and peer induced xenophobia of its inhabitants, left Exovaryn to succumb to the Earth's pull, resting his bare back against the wooden shaft that was the smooth bark of a tree's side- Sliding down to sit at its rooting legs, where he'd fall asleep.

It was here, that he grew lax, catching up on the rest he was deprived from for so long. This recooperation was vital considering the damage and suffering he suffered prior, allowing physical recovery to hasten and mental stabalization to occur. In this half-dazed state, the Harukean glimpsed up for the skies above, growing dark as dusk approached. With nightfall, came the more vicious waves of Yokai kindred to horde and stalk amongst the Wychwood forestry-- But he did not fret, for he was too exhausted to react greatly on the matter.

Instead, he could only pray he would not be acknowledged by their hunts, mistakened for a mana deprived cadaver amongst the soils- Nothing worthy of badgering via their mana siphoning maws. With the approach of dusk, came the glimmering dotted skies of stars overhead, leaving for a beautiful display of space beyond Eternia's typical reach- The wonders that were the stars: Balls of mana, said to contain the souls of the dead, constantly incinerated to be cleansed.

Amongst them, was the image that plagued the mind...
The image of the Xsperitan Goddess in which he praised: One only to be dubbed by the release of his anatomy's symbiote!
A gasp! He had awoken, to the sound of a Yokai attack? No, it was not upon him, but another, and close by. He quickly scampered up to his feet, gritting at the pain that spiked with grinding against the bark surface, thanks to a hideous scar he was granted by a scythe's slice across his backside.

When he came to glimpse upon the perpetrator, he couldn't find words to speak immediately-- Instead, staring at the slightly older girl with his inverted eyes, a unique trait to this Harukean, for reasons one could begin to imagine at their own voltion.
"Huh? What was that?" He asked, revealed himself from the sparse shrubbery and growing darkness that initially cloaked him. For the most part, he was bare and exposed, save for his lower abdomen and legs, protected by metallic leggings, as was his arms. Juxtaposing to his ebony scelera and aubrun pupils, were that of alabaster locks of hair, hanging overhead. Upon his chest, the insignia of an arachnid persisted, seemingly faded with time...
(Exovaryn "Voss" Haruke)

He had wandered into the general vicinity of Danarium from the south, coming out of the Sarab dazed and confused. He barely remembered entering, so leaving felt confusing. How long had he been down there? A few days? Weeks? Months? He had no way of finding out how long he had been down there or what he had done, so he figured to forget about it. Whatever happened down there, as far as he was concerned, hadn't happened. This was the same for whoever he had seen down there. He could barely remember walking into the desert - how could he remember anyone's face?

Drinking heavily, Issachar strode into the Wychwood. Tall, primeval trees spread out before him - few people lived in the Wychwood. It was too dangerous. In his infinite wisdom, Issachar deciding that staying there for a while was a perfect idea. If he had done anything to anyone in the desert, then this would be the last place to look! Proud of his clever thinking and unending intelligence, Issachar took another sip from the bottle of whiskey he held in his hands.

Issachar blinked, looking down at the bottle of whiskey before looking up again, squinting and trying to get a bead on whatever it was he saw in the distance. Maybe not a yokai. Too short for that. Bandit? No, you don't get too many of those around here.. wouldn't count on it. Slowly, he began to realize it was another person. It took a moment for him to decide that getting acquainted with whoever this person was might not be in his best interests, but by then he was standing right next to him.

"What's good, friend?" asked Issachar, convinced that calling this boy his friend - someone who could be insane, an occultist, or probably both - would somehow stop them from attacking him. He grinned, once again in awe of his own endless wisdom.
(Issachar)

The inverted eyes shifted over to examine the familiar facade, slowly approaching in assumption that such personage was, infact the source of the sound that interupted his sleep. There wasn't anything to say towards the entity, especially in the growing dark-- Perhaps, he had some sort of intention regarding the need for shelter considering dusk was approaching... Or perhaps was looking for a free spot to drink without interuption, away from the near city of Danarium.

Being one with reason to fear the military, Exovaryn's attention scrutinized key details that could've identified this persona, aiming to decipher such relation with a quite glimpse at their armor, visage, general covers over appendages and notable weapon of choice.

"...Are you one of them?" He queried in reference, taking mild pause to arise with his own conclusion before a response could be properly formulated, even interjecting one's attempt to answer- "No, you're not.. You don't look like one of them." He continued onward, encroaching with a head leaned in, attempting to peer beyond the veil of darkness that persisted to shroud his perception.

"...No... You're just a wanderer..." He concluded, standing upright-- A kid of few notable traits, with the exception of his eyes. His alleged race remained in secret with the exception of the weakening seal mised upon his chestal region, allowing his power to slowly grow unbound by a Malpercian's curse. The Harukean's essence, slowly oozed about the scene, bombarding those about with the outgoing waves of Depravity that intensified per wave.
(Exovaryn "Voss" Haruke)