I AM AN OLD SOUL LOOKING FOR REST | whittling

[Luciferr]

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it wasn’t often he could be so idle, if anything he was usually doing something,

But today he was simply stretched out across the white sands, partially obscured by the palms large enough to provide the lying dragon with some shade though the weather was hardly a chore for him, when one was used to the frozen hells of the starlit expanse or the burning hellfire of a supernova kissing vantablack scales, it really was rather manageable in comparison.

Sometimes he missed flying up there, but then, he wouldn’t miss the long loneliness,

No, grounded was better if it meant he was with friends - and family.

Luciferus hummed to himself as he worked his claws over another piece of driftwood - while his attempts at knitting plushies were still rookie level, the art of whittling was something he was quite good with, he knew how to angle his claws after all - and how best to carve,

Originally he knew this for much more violent reasons - but then, it had hardly been his choice to learn so, at least now he could put that same finesse to a much smaller much less harmful use.

He smiled as he scraped the last line into a slowly increasing number of carved animal likenesses - this one was a dolphin, curved mid flip - humming quietly, he placed it down next to the cat mid leap he’d carved earlier as he picked up another piece of driftwood and dyed it, wondering what to whittle out next.

Though It did, from the outside in, look like he was quietly amassing a small wooden army of the things.

[ooc: feel free to ask Luci for one of the carvings (or to carve one btw) ]