Caleb Sharpe
He/Him
30
October 13
Lavender Town, Kanto
Bisexual
League Ranger
Elite
Leave the past where it is: behind you.
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Caleb Harcourt
not whole, not wholly separate [S]
POSTED ON Jul 16, 2024 15:35:11 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","calebtest8"] [attr="class","body"] Caleb meets those eyes, twin flames of ancient judgement. A staring contest ensues, until the Ranger dips his head and lowers his gaze, in deference to the Salamence. A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, as fondness for a friend mingles with the respect owed an elder.[break][break] But then his eyes flick back up, wide with shock. He doesn't look at Lyune this time, but at Freya.[break][break] "Me?" He echoes, astonished.[break][break] The Bagon finds her courage, peeks her head out from behind the rock. Curiosity wars with suspicion as she glares in Caleb's direction.[break][break] He doesn't wait for Freya's confirmation. He moves slowly, crouching down a few feet from the hatchling's hiding place. He does not offer a gentle hand; he's interacted with enough dragons by now to know that shows of strength, of indomitability, are what build trust.[break][break] She might be small, but she has Lyune's legacy running through her veins: the blood of a veteran warrior.[break][break] "Ava'yorn," he greets her, with authority. "I'm Caleb." He pauses. "What shall I call you?"[break][break] She cocks her head - not in confusion, but in challenge. That's up to you, her expression seems to communicate. Another hiss, as if impatient. Go on, then.[break][break] He thinks about this moment: what has brought him here, to this cave, to this sanctuary, to freya morningstar. All of the pain and suffering he's weathered to get here, the scars laced across his spirit, each and every brush with death a reminder: dying does not absolve a man of his sins, living does.[break][break] He thinks about the Draconids, their history, the gift of their language, and he is overcome with a humble reverence for the privilege of being trusted with that knowledge: not as an outsider, but as an ally in the fight for their collective future.[break][break] He thinks about Isaac Merlo - his brother - the way he refuses to ever give up, head held high in the face of impossible odds, unrelenting in his will to survive.[break][break] "What is the Draconic word for...for continuing to exist, even after the world has tried its best to break you?" He asks Freya, softly. "How would I say, "to endure"?"[attr="class","pkmn"] [newclass=".calebtest8"]--accent:#3ad1e1;font:13px Roboto;[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest8 b"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest8 i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest8 u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest8 a"]font:13px Roboto;color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest8 h1"]font:16px Roboto;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest8 h2"]font:14px Roboto;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest8 .body"]background-image:url("https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png");background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest8 .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest8 .credit"]font-size:13px;[/newclass]
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