SILVER SUN | Joining

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CRYPTICWHISPER is an Angelus Divine, in the form of a 5ft Angeline (which range from 4 to 6ft) - he is of the exceedingly rare 'black Ichor' caste of which only a theorised handful exist [mine].
Currently he resides in Sunhaven and is considered 'fallen' by his divine brethren for his renegade status. Aura and abilities are black-purple as is signature to black Ichor caste. Wears silver-black 'black star' armour & wields the Eclipse Sword.

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He walks barely a scant distance on this earth and already someone approaches - then again he shouldn't be surprised, a crash landing is hardly subtle but he doesn't falter, he can handle a potential enemy if this stranger proves hostile - though he'd rather a peaceful encounter to gleam some information on where exactly he landed.

and the smaller stranger that approaches - he catches the scent of vampirism, akin and alike to the Daemoni albeit thinned in the strain - gives away this basest of information with nary any prompting - sunhaven, hm, there almost an irony in that - and a name for this one, Infirmaryward, a strange name perhaps moreso given his nature, theirs at least were abstract, it seemed strange to name a child for a place of hospitalisation.

another approaches before he speaks an answer - and eerie slitted eyes slide to the other and he finds he agrees with the first statement but then he does not know the state of this land and his own agreement stems from centuries old paranoia, perhaps their own mortal scuffles have led them similar.

he shifts idly on his paws, silver to black slate gauntlets gleam idly in the low light as the feathered styled swaths of fabric adorning his armour shift idly in an unnatural sway responding to their wearers state while the idler tatters flutter slightly in a light breeze.

he notes the way their eyes gleam in interest - and raises a brow, of the ascended? another name for their kind? no, of course not merely another group it seems given how they retract that statement, and one with a rather, ambitious, name it seems - and as they come closer, Cryptic stands unmoved merely watching, hearing him out - and glancing to the first, Infirmary, when the other mentions experiments, ah, mortals, ever curious and ever wandering in their attempts to play god.

but he's seen his own and the daemoni do worse - this is nothing new to him.

It would be unwise of the small fox to attempt anything, he has no qualms with dispatching a threat if one raises a hand against him.

still he answers, eyes flicking between the two "my name is Crypticwhisper" his gaze flicks to the fox "and I am of no mortal race" he inclines his head, but does not elaborate, as much as he is a renegade among his people now, he will not pill their secrets open handedly, he is loyal to his people, but not their leadership, not after everything, but he will keep this confidence.

even the smallest grain of sand can tip a delicate balance after all - or perhaps his paranoia on the run has gotten to him, either way.

his eyes flick to Infirmary and a moment passes as he thinks to himself - weighing his options - before he asks "I would ask for a place to stay - at least for awhile if you would oblige me?" it would do best to lie low for awhile, none in the heavens match his caste class in power but they vastly outnumber him and if they wish to continue hounding him, they can do so no matter how many he dispatches - and even he tires eventually.

the hounds set on his heels have not an idea where he is - for all they know he crossed this galaxy in that flash disruption - and to rest among mortal kind, they would think it beneath him and thus not think to look.

[align=center][glow=purple,2,300]THE SILVER SHADOW[/glow]

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[glow=purple,2,300]C R Y P T I C W H I S P E R[/glow]

[glow=purple,2,300]ALL THESE THINGS ARE NOW BEFORE ME, ENDLESS DEATH OR TIMELESS GLORY[/glow]

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