DANCING DOWN THE LADDER / luci

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LUCIFERUS GRIMM

Lucifer had known many lands over such a very long life - but he'd admit that even if he called qite a few 'home' over times now and gone by, he did miss his city - with its eternal night offset by the light of a distant white star and its towers of beautiful obsidian awash with the tiny pinprick glows of all its denizens, the artful architecture and the expanse of soft clouds bathed in that soft white light that lit up the hushed black skies - the way the world spoke to him and bent to his shape - no there was nothing quite like his dominion or that of his mothers once grand splendour and empire.

it hurt to know he might never see any of it again - but it did not stop him from appreciating the land he found himself in, even if this form so dampened his ability to feel the spirits and know the flow of stars wheeling above or the notes of music that each held in their own quiet symphony of life - a chord unique to each.

Lucifer was well aware he was or would be considered just on who he was, a creature of evil - and in truth couldn't fault that assumption, his sire was a monster after all and whether forced or not, he had done terrible terrible deeds.

but that was always the case no? people saw only the black scales or cold aura - or those that knew saw the red scar and knew him a creature born of the very thing anathema to all life, really what chance was there? and he didn't have the heart to disapprove most of those notions, not anymore,

he was too tired - he'd given his life to save even the most ungrateful in the end, maybe that would speak louder than everything else, but he held not the faint hope, he might be something of a pessimist in that regard - still though did he love the mortals, they lived so fiercely for so short a time, how could he not be fond of 'mere shadows on the breeze'?

'ancient shadow' they called him - something more auspicious than 'ascendant darkness' or simply 'the dark god' but he found he liked the title, there was something comforting about the lack of malice in it and the simple mystique - how unassuming it might be - and it was a namesake with truth, he was ancient - far older than the world he now stood on for one - and he was darkness - a shadow in truth.

it wasn't the reason he was so often awake when other were not despite his affinity for the night - no that was simply a lesser need of sleep,

and also to escape what might come creeping from his subconscious once again - he did not wish to relieve the pain - so it was he caught the sight of a flickering flame below him on this nightly patrol and quietly descended, breaking away from maudlin thoughts to behold Temulin once he neared,

she was an oddity in sort - he'd not had much encounters with her, a strange sense that she might be avoiding him not that she would be the first, but her demeanour belied things - after all she'd once sought protection behind him when a rather angry raptor got upset.

he landed quietly on the soft midnight glow sands, padding quietly closer and dipping his head lower as to appear less a confrontational threat to the much smaller crewmate.

"Evening Temulin, I was unaware anyone else was awake"

/s'fine mate oof, you made me ramble too |D

TAGS • PLAYLIST • LARGE DRAGON • TYPHOON / CREWMATE

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