NO ONE MADE ME - - OPEN - - I MADE ME

[Luciferr]

Hymn of Ruin

LUCIFER GRIMM — SNOWBOUND — MALE — VERY DIFFICULT

silver and red blinked before the dragon shook his head with an amused snort and slight grim smile "Worry not Atbash, this cold won't affect me" I've lived through colder was the unspoken second thought as the dark beast shifted, the slight snow gathered on ridges falling as he moved to a more comfortable position in the snowy landscape - splaying one large clawed hand outwards and idly watching the Cipher - a name that had been familiar to him very long ago, hm, how strange that reminders kept popping up everywhere even so far from any home he'd known.

he inclined his head to her, a slight gratitude for her worry all the same "But thank you for the concern" it'd been awhile since people were so concerned over him and not the opposite - as was his nature to worry for those in his care, motherhenning and such even if he would stoicly scoff - he hummed "as for everything, well, you simply caught me lost in old memories - what brings you out into the snow?"

but of course then a second joins them - Jacob, perhaps the one he knows most here if only for familiarity from the Typhoon alliance - Lucifer nodded to the husky, granted leadership so soon after the groups had gotten established but from what he'd seen the husky did a fine job.

Lucifer had some experience with sudden responsibility thrust upon you, his whole life might have been defined by it perhaps - the dragon hummed and shook his head "it's alright Jacob, I can wait - and the cold is not so bad in truth" better than the void.

idly he wondered what Mother would have made of these groups - the chaos god would have been charmed by them perhaps, mother had always loved helping others even with her role oft as an executioner - he blinked when another joined them - white Serval, hm.

one that seemed a tad worse for wear perhaps - though his words made Lucifer huff a laugh, true enough, true enough, that's what he usually was at the end of the day, a weapon.

hm, still,

Lucifer inclined his head to the young serval, the slight nerves betrayed in that tone - ah someone who didn't trust easy perhaps? he might've missed it entirely if he hadn't been so long lived,

and if he hadn't been in those same shoes where everyone and anyone could be an enemy

Lucifer's lips pursed - the side that would allow it with the hideous scar on the other - as he hummed "a sentiment often shared with every group I've joined - Lucifer Grimm, a pleasure" everyone liked to have a living tank in a fight, and in truth he did not mind the comparison - he was a weapon, he just wasn't his father's anymore.

#psychosocial.