[ MR WOLF ¦ drinking ]

[Luciferr]

[color=black]Luciferus was no stranger to the abilities to harm and heal in equal measure, though he’d say with no self deluding thoughts that he wasn’t much of a healer - it simply wasn’t what he was built for or what the many paths of his life had led him to.

He knew enough for quick fixes but his were not the healers hands - that was more the purview of his younger sisters, rest there sounds wherever they may now be.

That and well, the beast that had donated half it’s DNA to him hadn’t wanted a healer - he’d wanted a destroyer, a weapon too broken to turn against him but sharp enough to cleave anything he put him against,

For a time, he had gotten it

Luciferus blinked away those memories now so so old in comparison, they would not help him here and they weren’t history worth dwelling on - he’d long accepted the great and terrible things he’d done, found some measure of atonement in trying to help those around him

Key word being trying since more than half the time, he didn’t seem to be succeeding but well, he liked to think he’d gotten his stubbornness to continue from the man who he called father over the beast that might be in blood but certainly wasn’t otherwise.

Unbidden a smile ticked up at the corner of his maw, the usually dragonic former officer shifting to lean his much more feline form back against the corner he’d taken up - nodding to the patrons that recognised him and said hello as they went by - content to simply soak in the atmosphere and get lost in his thoughts than drink (it wouldn’t do anything for him anyway)

Of course then he noticed the other maudlin presence watching the others with something unreadable swimming in their eyes - so luciferus weighed his options before deciding to get up, four clawed paws eating up the wood as he settled in beside but at a reasonable personal space distance to the other

”penny for your thoughts?”