ShadesSanchez

There he was, standing inside a waiting area of the Coliseum that almost took his life years ago. Warin hated the defeat he suffered at the hand of the aerial crimson rook Varion, more than he hated when he had been injured by those infected fighters in the past. But when his nostrils caught wind of a scent and brought memories to the surface – it was all Kyeus could do to keep this raven kuku under control. That near bloodlust glint in those blue eyes gave him an otherworldly energy, like a true demon from the abyss below had burst through the earth to prowl – nay, to hunt for a feast to stuff itself. Warin was registered again and led by his handler to this waiting area near one of the many arenas. Though Kyeus spoke in his usual low, calm voice, the kuku heard nothing but the slow, steady pounding of his pulse, each thump of his heart loud enough to deafen the cheers from the spectators beyond. He had once given up the notion of this moment, of finding this old and armored rook

Festivities. Boring. The pulsing, waxing and waning waves of crowds, bodies coming and going. How droll. Hardly something any respecting rook would care about in the least, especially one who accompanies a god through the planes of existence. But this? The Carnival of Life, a true mass altar where the offerings are not simple trinkets or flowers or food; no, these offerings, these sacrifices are of substances far more valuable. Flesh and blood offerings, that which hold the very essence of life itself, are always a preferred substance by deities of renown. And Kaos is thrilled to provide his share. Though he may not be what many would call a “tamed” kuku, one that unwaveringly obeys commands from a handler or owner, Kaos is a kuku with a purpose and a guide, as he sees it. The one that called him from the wild, Yujun, was a seemingly ageless being, lithe and thin who obsessed with birds and, of course, chaos. Discord. Disturbance. That is what Kaos does best, and this place, this