SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVILS - - p, Argus

[Luciferr]

Hymn of Ruin

LUCIFER GRIMM — MALE — TYPHOON — VERY DIFFICULT

it was night out again, the dark waters lit by the moonlight kissed the shaded beaches in slow languid strokes leaving behind damp sand like the fresh strokes of a paintbrush - it was almost idyllic and it certainly soothed the nerves of a troubled mind.

Said troubled mind was currently resting along a large outcropping of rock set by the edge of the jungle's dark corners - overlooking and jutting into the sandy beach, thankfully it was large enough to host the dark God.

Lucifer sighed, a small plume of smoke spiralling from his nostrils at the act - eyes or rather eye closing briefly in thought, for the scarred eye never did close much like the scarred jaw never recovered from its snarling etch - the great beast was waiting but for what he knew not, something had been building lately, nothing urgent or life threatening perhaps but he felt it - a slight knowing that a dynamic would shift perhaps.

Claws clicked on the rock as he shifted, plates mving against one another as his great head laid down to rest across his long fore legs, staring out into the dark night and the moons grinning slicked mouth reflecting upon those dark waters.

[member=218]ARGUS[/member] /sorry it's a bit eh, I tried ;-;

#psychosocial.