[an inspired title I know, slightly rushed apologies.]

Considering they had scattered to the four corners of the universe after- well, after certain catastrophic events, it’s quite surprising how quickly they can seemingly find each other again - Although quick in this context is more like centuries - but given they’d all lost hope of ever seeing each other again, the long searches were more manageable.

He spins himself back into existence some thousand miles above the planet below - white-black-and-blue, the reaper, the pale one, the star eater, a litany of names and titles, but he is Azrayel, as his mother and father named him and as his siblings know him, called back again to the closing distance of a beacon below - he knows father is there, on what would be considered a backwater world - and he knows Fen is also somewhere roaming around down there - he can’t miss that fire-steel presence like he can’t miss the void-shadow in the island regions.

White eyes shift away - though the way in which a cold shadow brushes past him is all he needs to know in greeting - and razor-white-on-black wings unfurl in multiples of dagger-wraith feathers and he descends.

It’s some time later the dragon - or what looks like a dragon - lingers on the borders of a murky swamp, a white-black shadow in the green-dark scenery, somehow pristine even with the murk - he knows his brother once resided here and it’s enough to know Fen is somewhere out there even if isn’t here - but he is curious about this group his brother had seemingly stayed with for so long, it warrants staying - for now.

So he waits,

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Shed be forgiven for mistaking them considering the relation - and the dubious validity that there is always one dragon in every generation of their lineage, but then the small voice that greets him is unfamiliar and he does not know where her thoughts linger - though he’d be interested to know what his fathers time among these peoples has been like, it’s been a very long time since any of their family have been within such easy distance of each other after all - and he wants to know if they were content.

And for all that he lacks the purest black silhouette his father carries, the pale dragon does rather look like parts of him have been dipped in ink - all contrasts he is, as his mother used to say, a concept he rather likes - nothing is ever so clean cut but oh his job would be easier if so.

He shifts inclining his head to the tiny - corporeal to non corporeal fox - and poses his question ”I hope you might little one, I’m - looking for a place to stay” at least for now.

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it's hard to tell with his gaze void of visible pupils but they do shift towards the new voice - ah, a poltergeist, nothing new to death himself but he wonders why it might choose to linger - though at the question an imperceptible smile and a slight intonation of amusement "is that a requirement?" he muses - he's perfectly fine sleeping under the stars if lodging is going to be an issue - though if his brother once resided here, he wonders if there are indeed houses just large enough.

"as for my name - Azrayel Grimm" the titan answers - and maybe that will spark any recognition if anyone still knew his brother resided here, but who knew when mortal lifetimes seemed so small in comparison - though he has many names and titles, hm.

[oof potential feels if Az takes up fen's old house]

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