I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
Kiada's hero is still glaring out into the rain with his mighty shovel in hand, and he grumbles his way to returning the weapon tool against the side of the house, before locking up and falling into step beside her. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea," he mutters, and at least his sour mood has a direction now, distracting him from what has to happen next. Kiada is the first to shift, a reptilian figure hissing and steaming its way into the forest line, and Fox is soon to follow.
The fyrhund's paws hit the grass and the mud with ease, and he quickly picks up his pace to lope through the trees after her, snout lowered, body sizzling where the rain hits it. It doesn't take long to pick up on an encouraging scent, either, and he slinks through the woods with little else on his mind, until up ahead, one of the first luxere of late Leafchange is grazing in the rain.
The fyrhund's paws hit the grass and the mud with ease, and he quickly picks up his pace to lope through the trees after her, snout lowered, body sizzling where the rain hits it. It doesn't take long to pick up on an encouraging scent, either, and he slinks through the woods with little else on his mind, until up ahead, one of the first luxere of late Leafchange is grazing in the rain.
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
