DOMINGO EN FUEGO && music

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Sachin. Although Vinny would always be a devout follower of Bertille, he did have to admit just how much the god of music and purity interested him. Many a follower of Sachin had told him just how much his firm and deep voice would be perfect for prayers and singing in praise to the black swan god, and while Vox was often flattered by their words, he never thought he would stop dedicating his spiritual life to Bertille. After all, she had been the one that had first led to the founding of Halls – it was practically tradition at this point for the Harbinger to be a follower of Bertille, with both Silas and Hadley before him having followed the goddess. Still, he did have to admit that Sachin was an incredibly inspiring god, considering the musical under light god was famous for representing those who had lived a hard and rough life, and their new beginnings. Honestly, Vox felt like Roman probably would've liked everything that Sachin represented, if it weren't for the fact that the male seemed to dislike gods and their pantheon system as a whole – not in a cruel or mean way, but he just seemed to avoid speaking about them at all, or seemed vaguely uncomfortable when they were brought up. Vinny didn't want to intrude or make Romanempire any more uncomfortable though, so he never asked the feline about it, figuring if Roman ever wanted to talk about it, he'd do it himself.

Coming up beside Roman, the hybrid tilted his head to one side as he sat back on his haunches, his large ears perked up to listen to Cotton's prayers. He was very glad that Cotton had cleaned up the shrines all around the territory, having meant to do that himself, but never having found the time with everything he was doing. The harbinger waited until Cotton was done before he cleared his throat, saying with a bit of a casual smile as he dipped his head to them, "'Ey Cotton. Y'prayers always sound so damn pretty, but I guess that's kinda th'point of worshippin' Sachin, huh?" He inspected the shrine carefully, looking at the large black swan that was carved into the shrine, a music note clung between the bird's claws. Redvox then nudged his hip against Cotton's, grinning down at the younger weasel and mumbling warmly to them, "'N', uh... thanks f'cleanin' up the shrines, by th'way. I've kept meanin' ta do it for when I did a class on th'pantheon, but... I kept havin' something else come up all th'time." Ever since the Halls had been reformed, Cotton had been pretty damn helpful, with the other always willing to help out and always willing to clean stuff up in the name of Sachin – honestly, Vinny was sort of amazed by how devoted Cottontail was.