( it's customary for makoto to return to the firebrand shrine every once in a while during these few days that every Aion in horos is busy scouring each of the crystalline caverns for newcomers to their war. it's the easiest for him to reach out and teleport to, of course, but it also brings back memories. it gives him perspective. he's standing just outside the cavern's entrance, gazing out into the craggy canyon and down to the turbulent waters of the river far below, when he hears something — not the telltale sound of another Aion teleporting in, or armored boots coming down the switchback pass, but a sound like stone breaking and something falling to the ground.
fortune smiles on him, then, though likely less so on the newly-arrived firebrand.
he turns around and strides back into the cavern, pale eyes scouring his surroundings until he finds the chrysalis that has most recently been rent open, carved apart by the ire of its former inhabitant. the man is pale, thin, and faintly damp from the interior of the crystal — it doesn't take particularly sharp eyes to spy the feline ears plastered against his head, stark against the long tangle of lighter-toned hair, accompanied by the long, sleek tail, moving cautiously across the ground.
there's little warmth or compassion in the demon's appraising eyes as they meet leaks'. when he speaks, it's not necessarily that his voice is cold, per se... just neutral, calculating. )
No need to be tense. I'm not the one who brought you here. ( he shifts his weight to one hip, smiling wryly. ) I'm just the welcoming party.
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fortune smiles on him, then, though likely less so on the newly-arrived firebrand.
he turns around and strides back into the cavern, pale eyes scouring his surroundings until he finds the chrysalis that has most recently been rent open, carved apart by the ire of its former inhabitant. the man is pale, thin, and faintly damp from the interior of the crystal — it doesn't take particularly sharp eyes to spy the feline ears plastered against his head, stark against the long tangle of lighter-toned hair, accompanied by the long, sleek tail, moving cautiously across the ground.
there's little warmth or compassion in the demon's appraising eyes as they meet leaks'. when he speaks, it's not necessarily that his voice is cold, per se... just neutral, calculating. )
No need to be tense. I'm not the one who brought you here. ( he shifts his weight to one hip, smiling wryly. ) I'm just the welcoming party.