L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

He'd lived for so long that sometimes he often forgot to take joy in small moments, before all this when he was mostly alone, he used to end up caught up in all his memories.

but he knew they wouldn't want him to live so morose - and the mortals with their finite lives he considered precious friends or family, well he chose to live in the moment for them.

like today - today he'd be taking his newfound feathered children flying, or well, if they so agreed.

he shifted on the outcropping of rocks, just above his cave they jutted upwards, a perfect perch and a perfect place to lift off more easily than just straight from the ground up - and for his children he wanted the flight to be an experience with less hitches, so an updraft that would lift him easier than gaining altitude himself would be a more preferable and smoother ride than otherwise.

he sighs, closing his eye - the red will forever remain staring, a scar in itself and a window into the madness of his sire - and sighing into the air before gazes back out onto the view of the bay below him, he shifts on his claws and calls for them, an surprisingly good rendition of such a call they can produce

but then his sister had taken their form - albeit much larger - and they're family were so old, so ancient, they knew languages like their own aspect and soul.

ah, he hadn't enjoyed a simple flight for the pleasure of it in a very long while and to show his earthbound children such would be a joy.

[member=1827]AMENT .[/member] [member=1684]VIRGO[/member] [member=1649]EXODUS ![/member]
/if y'all can wait for at least one of em to reply first c;

Mother calls. It's not some hidden telepathic pull, but it may as well be. The way the speckled one looks up at the grate shadow his paternal's shape casts and see's it in his spine- the way the scales rattle with movement. His sister's and him are similar- in sometimes the concepts these curiosities toss around will never catch - never make sense to him, but he can always understand body language. In this world of strange and addicting and rage inducing as it is- something is simple to him and he finds comfort in it- in knowing

Ament is not nobel like his sister's, he is all reaction and instinct. Mind taking backseat when it comes to logic- following his instincts is natural and fulfilling. It makes him more aggressive and less approachable but also the more curious- the more tolerant than his clutch. His mind will catch up later and what he see's in mother is comfort- and gentle absolute strength. It is like a beacon calling him home, and seeing the other shift and move makes ament want to run under his shadow and nip anyone who dare step too close. Rend anyone who dare hurt- or any intentions to hurt them. His pack- his family.

he is small and weak in comparison to luciferus, but it only a challenge to overcome. Another hurdle for the speckled one to cross in stride, maybe not the same elegance as his sister's but with clumsy, brazen force. He bursts into action, the slow- lazy day cut clearly with a  click of teeth. Bright blue eyes scouring for his siblings before he turns- with or without them to prowl closer to mother. He does not distance himself much from his parent, always keeps one of his pack close in bound- in sight- it's easier to think- to control himself around them and he prefers it that way. Better that than to try and lay claim to a land that isn't his, to a place that holds too many predators and Owen's pack and - their now strong enough- not yet at least.

A low chattering bubbles from his maw, words formulating into his mind before to evolves into the savage language they all share between them- the golden one- the keen one and the protector of them all. "Mother?" There is a questioning lilt into his voice, that he leaves unspoken not a why so much as what's next that he leaves unspoken. Mother is smart- keen like all those other creatures that prowl the place.

L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

He does ot have long to wait and it is Ament - his curious one, yet so bold, loyal to this their little family - and Lucifer smiles idly, shifting as he crouches down to greet him, ruffling the feathered crest softly.

oh he knows they're often off travelling soon again - so he savors thee small moments between those times, even if he will inevitably worry after them while they are out and away.

if the pitt lays a hand on them, there won't be anywhere that wretched clan can hide.

but he moves away from such edged thoughts - it's not the time for this - as Exodus follows swiftly after her spckled blue eyed  brother - Varkoryan had blue eyes once, his twin ever a contrast to himself - and he shifts to nose her feathers in kind, affction for these his tiny newfound family.

he lives in the moment - though the past weighs on him, but he daren't ever stray too far into the future thoughts, he doesn't like to know the inevitability that one day he will call  and they... - new, adopted and yet his children through and through - will not answer.

ever has Lucifer known this and ever has Lucifer scoffed at those that hold for immortality - they don't know what they lose.

but this is how he was born - an immutable, immortal thing, dark incarnate with the acrid tang of void and the remnants of light that Varkoryan entrusted him - he cannot ever die truly, he will always be, always come back - and always live to remember the lost.

so Lucifer will live for this, these precious moments - the times his singulairty soul feels so much less a black hole and full to brim with choking emotion, love for them, his precious few, family and friends - and his children most of all.

he's smiling idly while he waits for the third when Pincher's voice cuts in and the dark one looks up, humming through a nod of respect for his captain - and he hopes Pincher is doing better, it's never easy losing people or watching those you love get hurt, Lucifer knows this too well, he's watched too many fall in what he felt should have been his place and something in him wants to tell Pincher this, that while it doesn't ever stop hurting, time doesn't heal all wounds - but it does scar over and the sudden gaping hole of loss soothes over in the end - it becomes bearable and you find the happy memories aren't as painful to remember.

but now is perhaps not the time - though if the Captain will allow, Lucifer would be all to happy to discuss such with him - or simply be an ear to sorrows as someone with far too much experience in this area, though he does eye the bandages briefly.

he inclines his head and answers "Oh, some qaulity time with the kids - I wanted to indulge them for awhile before they go off travelling again" he doesn't begrudge them their travels - his eldest children were often out, though that was in war time and the travelling was more missions, in this he is thankful his three have not had to face those same horror's they once did.

Lucifer knows now who approaches, the last of his trio of troublemakers, fierce and his all the same - he's attuned to them, he knows their souls before they even come into close, Ament and his burnished gold speckled with ivory, Loyal and protectie, Exodus an unfailing bronze-copper, sure and steady, virgo is silver-gold, quick and lethal.

she like Ament and Exodus asks for why - but also asks after Pincher and now Lucifer switches to their tongue, old and primal - yet for what they call ancient, he sees still its youth, but then he does in most things "Merely to watch" he assures and he nuzzles her crest in turn like he did Ament and Exodus before her.

now something of a wry grin and fondness bubbles up as he asks them "How would you like to fly above with me my fierce ones?" groundbound as they are they will never soar themselves but Lucifer would carry them

and they wouldn't fall, after all mother is there to catch them.

/his got waaay longer oof

The concept of death is not as abstract, even he the near senseless- the savage can understand it in its simplicity. The venandi live alongside it, the clans- the predators, the prey abide to it. Kill to live, or live to be killed. Even predator can fall to the side, and his sisters and him alike have seen this so. Predator’s of pride and glory- of keen intellect and brute force and might falling beside, falling limp and complacent- falling prey to time, to weakness. But his sister’s, his mother and him- are something else, something better. Apex predators of the food chain- unkillable and untouchable. Everything fears them- or soon enough will. Everything will bow to their might, if not by nature, than pure strike divinity inside them all. It is a concept- an idea that all of his siblings share with him. They all look to mother and see eternal- endless void of a milenia that seem to cast shadow’ along their mother, and as they all look- they all promise, maybe at different times, but all the same.

this is ours. He is eternal, and we will be there alongside him for it.

Lucifer was not part of the plan, but back then- curled inside his own little world feasting on the essence that he swam in sense birth- he had very little plans but to eat. His own dna does not know what to make of it, make of this vast eternal thing he looked towards who offered them so easily a means to live. Now, a little older- a lot older; ament see’s this as a debt that will never be rectified. A life debt that his sister’s all agree. Lucifer will protect them- and in turn they will do the same. The relationship is mutual, beneficial and yet…

And yet there is a fondness there. There is respect that no one but his sister’s should have- that his pack deserves. Somehow the void-mother has settled into the russet youth’s savage heart. It vibrates in his chest now in the same warmth that sends a stillness into his limbs and a feeling he knows not the name of- he calls it home. Warm and fuzzy, it’s preening his mother’s soft mane when he shifts- and seeing the creature so small and vulnerable in comparison to the night sky he can now encompass- it is a tender terrible thing, that ament protects savagely, they all do- they all cherish it. It is unspoken, not because it is a secret but it doesn't need to be said. There is no word for it- this fondness that he has, so he calls luciferus mother and feels a bubble in satisfaction the way that the eldritch seems to brighten in the regard, the respect.

THe brush of Exodus is playful, and ament let’s himself sway towards the other to match it. He ducks- butting his nose  along side her flank and ruffling all the feather’s in its place when she walks past him to get to mother. Silent rebellion settle in his eyes as he watches the other’s reaction with a lazy-happy glint. Knowing how long exodus sends keeping her feather’s sleek and shiny- it will no doubt perturb her to see a single side of them ruffled.

A soft breath of chilly air and a cold, cold nose presses against his crest. He tilts his head, rather than back away he exposes his neck- embracing the gentle bud against his neck. A low chitter sounds more alike to a content purr of a cat from his throat. It rattles his chest like a drum- he does not suppress a shiver at the cold, but the comfort of the meaning behind it is so much more rewarding than the distaste for colder weather. He let’s out a small chuff before Luciferus retreats, trying to mimic the same thing to his retreating form as he does to mimic the same to exodus.

Virgo goes to brush past the both of them, and ament attempts to do the same soft gentle chuff along her before she brushes past. He is purring now, soft boneless heap of comfort that is unfitting is usual brutality. But here ament has always been soft and pliant against them both in this rigid structure of dynamics their dna gave them. They in turn are soft and kind, trusting in a way that ament can exploit even when trust tells him it is wrong, he cannot forgo the appeal to the power, even as the lowest. He does not follow it like his sister’s, not unless he has a purpose- a reason, and even then it is only with his sister’s willing consent.

Flying is a concept that ament knows by the flutter of birds. When little- snapping his teeth angrily at their retreat, only to grasp tail feathers or worse- open air. Flying brings with it the thrill of hunting - and the prospect of being able to do so himself- of him learning how to makes the soft purring stop in a sharp agreeing note of “yes!” He does not pause for his sister’s consent here, confident they all feel the same, and even then- even then. Ament is willing to go alone, as he does with his savagery and discoveries and curiosities.