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[Luciferr]

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The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart

He knows the sky like he knows the starlit sea, the shadows and the void that encircles it all, there but never touching (it is after all, corrosive to reality, like half of his very being is - yet he strikes a balance of should-not-be that can exist in either - this is not a gift.)

in his form he is a shadow given flesh, no light touches his form save the intricate white that crawls along one eye and his neck faded and so very slight like the haircrack lines in a fracturing glass (delicate in comparison to the ugly butchered red of the other half of his face)

that is to say, he knows flight - of all kinds - and falls in detail as a creature of should-nots yet is.

these are myraid thoughts that sometimes creep into his head as trifold wings big enough to seemingly swallow the blue sky above from view carry his form low across the island and a head graced with many horns in a self made crown angle downwards as the scent of a stranger catches his senses.

those shadow starlit edged wings adjust and the dragon descends to greet the (on closer look) seemingly dazed and waterlogged stranger.

"Hello stranger, you look rather bedraggled, do you need help?"

LUCIFERUS GRIMM

#psychosocial.