HELLBENT / private

[Luca]

Luca seemed to relax as Lewis proved himself to be nonviolent. Being attacked wasn't too big of an issue for Luca; in fact it was welcomed when he was feeling especially deprived, but it was a bit of a chore to face death when he was so far from his home. If his soul were to take damage he'd have to reincarnate and spend ages trying to regain his memories before he could remember enough to get home, and the Typhoon would have changed drastically by the time it took for him to find it again. As he got older it took him longer and longer to get his memories back each time. He wished there was a shortcut, although he knew that so much knowledge at once would surely break his mind. His mental state was fragile enough as it was. But it was unlikely that he would die here; Lewis's gentle disposition didn't seem to be a trick. Luca found himself smiling a pleased smile, and he shuffled a little closer to the ghostly demon.

Apparently he was from Snowbound. Luca recognised the name easily, having heard it a lot lately from the tongues of displeased crewmates. Something about a broken alliance and random attacks, stuff he hadn't bothered looking into too much. Luca hummed idly, his tail swaying restlessly behind him. "I'm from the Typhoon," he admitted, hoping that he wouldn't scare the seemingly skittish feline off. He knew that the Typhoon's reputation proceeded it, but he wasn't all that interested in causing trouble yet. If he wanted to cause a scene he would harass people that actually bothered him. "I promise I'm not some bloodthirsty pirate though," he added after a breath, flashing Lewis a charming grin. He was a little bloodthirsty, actually, but he didn't act much like a pirate so technically he wasn't lying.

He hadn't been expecting a compliment, so the mention of him being lovely took the canine completely off guard. Heat bloomed across his cheeks and he let out a small, nervous laugh. Hellhounds tended to get a bad reputation, possibly due to the 'hell' in their name, so Luca was usually uncomfortable with people being able to pin his species so easily. He had spent years trying to collect enough angel souls to give him his angelic wings, but he could do much to change his soul itself, and hellhounds could always pick out other hellhounds from a crowd. He supposed it wasn't too bad when it came wrapped up with kind words, though. "I think you're lovely too!" He said earnestly, shuffling closer still. "I've never been to Snowbound before. It sounds cold, do you like it there?" Luca actually preferred cold places to warmer ones, mostly because he ran the risk of overheating if his temperature got too high. "You should tell me about yourself!" he encouraged, excited at the thought of making a friend outside the Typhoon.