#solrius

[folkhundr]

he’s trying his best

[fluff-and-such]

Artfight Attack on @shaxx-the-snack, with Solrius, Archangel of Love.

I’m so happy with his posing here tbh. Dude was interesting to draw! Intricate armor, love the helmet design.

[pandemoniumandfervor-blog]

“In war, emotions are but a liability. My mother was a fool to have thought war could end with negotiations; she paid the price. I am Solrius; Guardian of the Diamond Gates, Judge of the unworthy and General of the Luminarei. Though I am not from the Arch; I will protect those from it. It is my duty.” - Solrius’ journal, page 2.

[folkhundr]

concepts of Solrius in the Oleander incident timeline. His wing is damaged, he can’t fly anymore

Before - during Recovery - Healed

[folkhundr]

Ask for Solarius: What do you think about all members of your family? (Angie's Council I mean)

His Majesty leans back in his chair, brushing the feather of the quill against the cheek of his helmet.

His family... his family. Angels who have watched him grow despite their doubts on the matter.

"I've always known Malthael to be withdrawn." He starts, the heel of his boot grinding in the floor idly. "He did not form deep connections with the Council, less so with me. Alas, I viewed him as a deity when I first met him." Solrius chuckles dryly, tiredly rubbing his helmeted forehead. His memory fails him most days and the headaches he gets from trying to think about past events are bothersome at best.

"I pity him. I do. I cannot imagine the angst and suffering he must have gone through as his Aspect fell." But he does have an idea of how it must have felt. He knows the many ways corruption can spread. His wings twitch. "However Malthael had to be punished for his betrayal of the Heavens. I would have delivered it personally, had I the chance."

Solrius stops grinding his heel. Suddenly, playing with the quill is much more interesting.

"If you're looking for positives, I'm afraid you won't find many." He tells you. His voice is monotone. There is a hint of sadness in the way his wings dim their light. "Itherael can barely look me in the eye. They blame themselves for that happened to my sister and I, even if I've forgiven them." He pauses, watching the individual parts of the feather shine and glimmer in the low light of his office.

"I think they're brave." He murmurs. "Brave and foolish for thinking they could have changed the outcome."

I wish they could teach me something new, like they used to do.

But such thought it quickly pushed. The Archangel of Love continues to fidget with the feather. The ink on the tip has dried, and he twirls it on the tip of his finger.

"Auriel has been more of a mother to me than my true mother." He admits and for a brief moment, he expects his father to barge in and shout at him for daring to say such things. When nothing happens, he looks down at you. "She is there when I need her the most."

When the pain gets too much, or when his thoughts grow too tormented for him to handle alone. When he finds himself trapped in his own fear and sorrow, she is always there. Even if he never called for her. Solrius stares down at the feather and sets it down on his desk.

"I admire her. She... is the only one I seem to get along with, no matter the situation. She visits my castle from time to time. Just to talk. Her Aspect is the hardest to bear of all, but she does it with a grace I can only wish for."

"... And then there's Tyrael. I never held this... anger for him before. We were close, back when I was younger. He taught me to find my voice and not to let myself be pushed around." He scoffs, his mood sour. "I find him stupid. Imbecilic- moronic- whatever word that fits. He abandoned the Heavens to pursue 'justice' elsewhere and in doing so, he has left the Host with little sense of direction. It befalls onto Auriel and I to settle disputes. His followers had no idea where to go, so they scattered under what Aspects remain." Solrius lists, his wings twitching with agitation.

He never did take loss lightly. He tries so hard to keep everything and everyone together.

"He never did tell us why he did it."

At least, not in the words they wanted to hear.

"But the coward made his choice. After I contacted him in regards to the Black Soulstone, I stopped talking to him."

"Finally, my father and I no longer see eye to eye. He was the first angel I met besides my mother. We were fine, until a decision of mine went wrong." He waves the thought away. The headache is already returning and his patience is growing thin.

"Imperius has always been stubborn and apoplectic. We argue every day, on almost every topic." He finishes the thought, and his shoulders slouch. The fur mantle feels heavy. The burden of guilt is still strong, even after centuries.

"I feel sorry for him. When Malthael left, he was the only one who acted and took up the role as Heaven's leader. He wasn't taught politics to that high of a level. My father is a warrior first and foremost. I'm confident to say he has no idea what he's doing. But his pride won't let him take any advice and we clash. Over and over and over again.

I don't know what to do or say to make the burden on his shoulders lighter."

The Archangel straightens in his seat and his crippled wing settles back in its holder. The quill is picked back up and His Highness waves a dismissal hand at you.

"Now go. I have work to do and I've stalled enough."

[folkhundr]

my mango is to blow up and then act like i dont know nobodey

@kenyizsu​

See, they had gone back to the nest happily (albeit with a little bit of a fight, much to Valor's dismay) and had been sleeping peacefully.

 Or well, were, up until Solrius had been kicked off the very, not so comfortable new(?) 'nest'. Hitting the floor with a solid 'THUD', the noteling was quickly ripped away from her sleep and instantly, she knew something was wrong. From the way the floor felt to even the smells and new sound of something- someone- snoring. Flaring her wings up, she huffed and stood up on wobbly legs, the halo that was much too big for her body now in her tiny hands. 

This... wasn’t the nest. She spared a glance to Esther- still sound asleep. So, she did what she normally would do to gain her father’s attention. 

A nice, hard smack to the head.

What a nice kid.

--/----\--

Things have been quiet for far too long. Now Valor wouldn’t ever deem himself as a paranoid being (he damn well was, just would never EVER admit it) but even since his twins, any bout of silence was to be met with suspicion. Yes, even when it was time to go to bed.

Usually by this time, one of the girls would be up and about trying to cause  ruckus or some other form of valor-ey chaos. Mourn as he might, the twins had ended up with his attitude and so far, he hated it.

So naturally, a peaceful sleep has to mean that something went wrong and that he should very well be paranoid. Right? right. Hence why he had opened the door rather suddenly, almost sending it flying off his hinges. Normally, Solrius would be the one complaining about all the sudden noise and light, while Esther? well, she’d be asleep.

This wasn’t normal though. In the place of two baby angels, he now had one baby angel that was not his.

[folkhundr]

cat au cat au cat au cat au

[folkhundr]

"Each time I rest, I awake in this... place. Warm, similar to the Heavens, in a way. There is no one else other than I; I am free to roam as I please. Should I desire something, I seem to get it the instant I want. It is... good. I enjoy this place. My memories dance in this land; often times I glimpse myself with another angel- a female. I can not hear her, yet I must have known her when I was younger. Brief are her appearances, more often than not, I see the Council; Auriel, Itherael, Tyrael, Malthael and Imperius. I find it odd that I can not seem to interact with them, nor can I hear them. They seem not to see me- or if they do, ignore my presence completely. How odd. This place also holds a light- I have often attempted to seek it, but the closer I get, the further it is. Odd. Yet when I wake to the true Heavens, I find myself seeking the next moment I rest, so that I may find purpose of such a place”. 

- Solrius' journal, page 26.