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[Luciferr]

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The difference between a fall and a sacrifice is sometimes difficult,
but I feel that he understood that difference, more than anyone knew.

Time doesn't heal all wounds indeed, this he could agree with Argus on.

If that were a truth, he wouldn't still feel those echoing pangs of desperation, fury, despair and overwhelming loneliness - for what was time to him when everything passed quick as a nat's wing beat or slow as the glacial form? he had family still alive yes but there was a gaping ragged wound where once so many voices had filled it - and even then he'd still been somewhat estranged,

the lost Eldest child of a creator god, stranger even to his kin by an intermingled lineage with the thing very anathaema to them and outcast to all who were not of his once banner, those that saw only the red marred face and knew it to mean evil

no time didn't heal the wound left ragged in the metaphorical hides - but it did lessen the sting to an extent and muffled the once overwhelming feelings, or perhaps that was just something Luciferus had learned to do over lifetimes denied eternal rest - a fate set and learned.

but he shook away such morose wanderings, opting to pad silently behind Beatrice, Bakugou and his daughter in law - black scaled tail slithering in the sands behind him as he shifted on his haunches coming to a stop.

he watches the conversation quietly, merely inclining his head while they await a verdict - the way the hellhound clicks, it reminds him of his once littlest sister, Cali had been born blind after all and often the nature deity had relied upon forms of echo-location or merely feeling the world around her through her abilities.

TAGS • PLAYLIST • LARGE DRAGON • TYPHOON / CREWMATE

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