𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗔𝗡, 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗣, 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗡 𝗔𝗨!
All of his life, Azar has been around bloodshed, wars, and countless battles which have scared him, both mentally and physically. When he was 7 and just beginning his magic training...
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He had heard stories of the Tree of Life, it's healing capabilities, it's safety, and the nice people there as well. He has been searching for this place since he could remember how to walk.
He was abandoned by his parents for being pure white, everything that he was brown with was pure white except for his hazy blue eyes. The boys fair skin giving his Snow White hair a glow that you could see for miles.
This boys name is, Azar; his name means ghost. He had no idea what his parents or whoever took care of him, though this would be a good name. Azar is know as the ghost lion.
The ghost lion is a title that his pride had given them before they were killed by hyenas and other lions. It was mean to signify his whiteness, everything that was white about him.
Azar hated the nickname, until now. He could only think about his friends and family that had been killed and the ones that abandoned him. He hated them for that, forever and always.
Azar could feel the warm blood that was dripping from the huge gash that was perfectly placed upon his eyes. He felt the blood go down his chin as it polled around where his head was laying down.
His memory was a bit hazy on how he had gotten this particular gash; his memory was coming back in bits and pieces as he tried to remember. Azar couldn't remember anything before he got the gash or how he got it.
He was laying in the snow as he passed out from exhaustion; the exhaustion was from walking hundred or maybe even thousands of miles from his bloody home to the tree of life. Azar could still feel the blood dripping down his face as the darkness overtook him.
Azar could feel the cold wall of the mountain pass as he lauded in it and the snow. Everything was cold and numb. Azar did not want to move anything and wished that he would never wake up from any dreams that he may have.
The last thing he heard was the sound of an owl hooting on his left and into his direction. Then the darkness overtook him completely and he went unconscious.
As he was asleep; there was a woman who is watching him silently, she has fair skin just like him and beautiful white cut my hair cascading down her back. Her blue-grey eyes watching sharply.
Her name is Ullu, she is a witch that can shapeshifter into a snow owl. She is perched up on a tree that has no leaves and is covered with snow, and from her ankles to her toe was completely black and gray.
Ullu is wearing a large sweater that was much to big fro her semi-small frame, but she enjoyed the warm that it provided. Her legs are equipped with a pair of very thick black leggings which also keeps her warm.
