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[Luciferr]

Hymn of Ruin

LUCIFER GRIMM — MALE — TYPHOON — VERY DIFFICULT

"I'd be happy to give him a lift if he needs it" a dark voice rumbled, the dragon had been lightly dozing nearby, taken to snoozing near the border as to be prepared - blending into the shadows cast by the large rocky hill like he'd belonged there and given his dark plating and that he'd had the vicious glowing red scarring upon his face angled away - the beast did appear invisible with his eyes closed and wings folded away.

but he shifted now, standing and looming over the two, cocking his head to Argus "Save your back the trouble" he mused before the silver-red dual gaze slid to Phobeus "This tanglewood sound like a bothersome lot" he did worry slightly, his son had decided to amble that way - well if they met on a battlefield they'd simply pick different opponents, these conflicts went by so quick to beings with long lives - its why it hurt all the more to loose a friend in such a struggle.

the dark one tilted his head, realising he hadn't given a name "ah, lucifer Grimm, a pleasure"

#psychosocial.