EYE & HAND.

wounds are all i’m made of.

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     made some edits of this angry , vengeful fae ... 💕

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       when corum fights ,  he becomes deeply engaged in combat.  he ignores most injuries to himself unless they’re major, and continues to attack in an almost blind manner.  in particular , corum dismembers his foes ,  or is known to take out eyes with his blades.  it is noted that at his behavior ,  his friends & loved ones are frightened by this.  they know the trauma and pain corum has suffered , and it seems that he sometimes wishes to inflict his sufferings upon others ,  and his mentality had caused concern amongst his companions.

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    whereas elric is a fucking moron , corum is 100% valid 

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do not reblog / do not reblog.

“ he stared at a face , which writhed as if composed with a million white worms.  dead , red eyes peered from the face ,  and all the horrors he had ever witnessed could not compare with the simple , tragic horror of that visage.  the flesh of prince gaynor’s face began to putrefy , and change into a score of foul colors ,  which gave off a more pungent stench than anything issued         from the chaos pack itself.  and as he watched , the face changed its features . . . ”

                  P R I N C E    G A Y N O R    T H E     D A M N E D.

once a proud knight along the ranks of law ,  prince gaynor succumbed to the will of chaos.  killed ,  and subsequently brought back to life by the forces ,  he was doomed to serve against those he’d served in life.  the chaos sign is now engraved upon the armor he wears as a reminder of who he now belongs to.  in battle ,  he is relentless & nigh-unkillable.  gaynor commands a wide number of chaos beasts upon many a universe.  he’s caused the destruction of the rose’s universe ,  as well as being an enemy to prince corum ,  among others.

the only way to banish the prince ( or to have a chance at killing ,  though he shall be reborn ,  as he is damned to serve in an unending cycle ) is to remove the visor from his face ,  and gaze upon what horrors lie beneath , provided you are on the  side  of  law.  this curse is an ever-changing appearance ,  one that bears horrific resemblance to undeath ,  but it still writhes with a sickly life ,  as  bestowed upon him by the cosmic balance as punishment for his actions.

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@maywreath

       “ my ------ my  queen. ”  corum  spoke,  HAUNTED ,  ONE  EYE  STARING.  through  the  realms,  what  vadhagh  magick  he  possessed  reached  through  to  her ,  hoping  for  some  semblance  of  what  he’d  once  called  home.  he  comes  across  ragged ,  a  gasping  ,  bloodied  thing ,  dirtied  in  the  ghastly  grip  of  the  humans.  no  longer  the  calm  prince  he  once  was ,  there  stood  a  hateful ,  quivering  shell ------   mournful  and  mutilated ,  though  the  limbs  of  gods  remade  him.

corum’s  mortal  eye  cries  to  see  her ,  unspoilt  by  the  chaotic  hand.  the  prince  shudders  a  pained  sob  through  his  tired  body.

“ you’re  unharmed . . . they  haven’t  found  you  yet. ”

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reminder

corum’s words for  human  is “mabden,” a word which derives from the real-world cornish language.  he uses it a lot,  and rarely says the word “human” in his manner of speech,  as he is not a human himself.

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sneaks back in here

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hir·aeth

/‘hir,āeth/

noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.

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rotcraft.

                  A  LAND  THAT  WAS  CURSED  ,  GLOOM  LINGERED.  it  was  filled  with  death  ,  decay ,  stale  air  that  had  plague  swirling  within  it.     this  was  her  home—-their  home.    the  home  to  the  forsaken   ,   people  of  the  BANSHEE  QUEEN.     tirisfal  had  many  harsh  memories  that  clung  to  the  dying  land  ,   ruins  of  what  once  was  but  is  no  longer.    the  corpses  of  scarlet  crusade  members  had  been  maimed  by  her  hand——extremists  of  their  beliefs  ,   sworn  to  the  eradication  of  what  her  people  were.       ‘    some  would  consider this chaos   ,   while  others  see  it  as  a  small  victory.   ‘

             “  a  victory  for  chaos,  some  might  say.  but  i’ve  not  ventured  in  these  lands.  i’ve  no  knowledge  of  their  history.  what  is  law  to  one  can  be  chaos  to  the  other.    ”

if  such  was  true,  then  corum,  prince  of  the  scarlet  robe,  could  not  rest.  following  arioch’s   trail  of  blood   was  not  an  easy  road:  it  winded  and  coiled,  serpentine  as  his  very  nature.  so  it’d  lead  him  here,  to  these  war-soaked  lands.

“  but  it  seems  mabden  cause  trouble  wherever  they  breathe.  ”

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glencoe, scotland

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Corum Jhaelen Irsei, the Prince in the Scarlet Robe.

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      The red-haired woman knits her brows as a stranger approaches. His robe is nearly the same shade as her hair, a haunted visage developing from the shadows as he nears. Her head cants.

             “I do not know of whom you speak. Might you be mistaking me for                another?”

      She vaguely has heard of the various planes, but knows nothing of them. Her brows remain knit as she waits for a response from this blood-draped soldier.

“Mabden,”    Corum repeats, tense.  How the word tasted on his tongue------a mix of disgust and,  dare he admit,  hope. How the pain would never cease,  even as he looked on.  But he had met  more than enough  divines.  A thorn of revenge remained  pierced  through his heart,  unmovable,  even as one solemn eye stared upon this woman.  He looked crafted from darkness,  from sufferings,  and she was spun from light.    “What some would call a ‘human.’”

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youve heard of the demon sword

now get ready for

 T H E    D E M O N     H A N D

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@arianashepard

      “  YOU ARE NOT MABDEN.  ”    the prince approaches from the west,  draped in a bloody shade of red.  his silhouette a tragic portrait,  gait slight and face gaunt.  upon his arm does the god’s hand writhe,  drawn to one of its own.  metal clashes with metal,  the six fingers twitching.   “ but in the planes i’ve not glimpsed you.  what manner of being is this that manifests before me? ”

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Hatred is blind; rage carries you away; and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught.

Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (via kerryquotesquotes)

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so.

           corum is a part of elric / is an incarnation of him.  that being said,  if your muse has met elric / had a relationship with him,  corum will most likely recall them in some manner,  like the feeling that they have met before.