Theres Just Something About Pointy Ears And Pointy Teeth That I Just Find So Attractive.

There’s just something about pointy ears and pointy teeth that I just find so attractive.

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“Oh I’m sure there’s books on it as well. But not very well written ones. Humans don’t really have a grasp on dragons and with the seraphs I asked they call it pointless and whatnot. So I find it better to just learn on my own…” He paused. Closing his eyes as he tilted his head up in thought.

“….it’s probably because…my teacher became one before me one day.” He trailed off thinking on the memory. “While I did manage to get away safely I later learned they were killed...and the only thing I heard on seraphim that turn into dragons, the only way to save them is to just kill them…” Opening his eyes he stared to the sky.

“But…is that really the only way to save them? That’s all I really want to know….but in the end I guess it became obsession on learning more on them.”

Lunarre paused, raising his eyes to the sky as he pondered his answer. The seraph’s words had touched a sensitive spot, one linked to the time where these feelings lived and breathed freely of whose existence precious few living people were aware. 

It forced Lunarre to think, to consider, and feel, in a way that was fast becoming alien.

For a brief moment, the ‘Lunarre that was’ revealed himself.

“Ahh. I get it. If the person was close to ya, I get it.” He sighed. “Still, you won’t be doin’ yourself or him any favours goin’ blind trying to find your answers. Sounds like somethin’ the Shepherd could help you with. I get you feel like this is somethin’ you have to do on your own, but that’s not exactly workin’ out is it? This is the sort of thing you need other people for. The Great Purifier himself is hardly gonna refuse you. He’s the biggest bleedin’ heart I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot of bleedin’ hearts.”

He grinned, and the Lunarre that was retreated back into the dark corners of his mind. The hellion replaced him, an impish glint in his vulpine eyes.

“Figuratively and literally.”

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| ☠️ |  Help him…? Help… Him? The words strike with a genuinity, and despite the heavy fog of malevolence upon himself, Eizen feels a sharp strike of clarity. He couldn’t remember a time wherein someone had offered him aid, as opposed to the differing side, wishing to rid of him, attempting to destroy him, or running in fear. 

Yet the positives are quick to drown in the quicksand of the darkness clouding his mind and his body, and he chuckles instead, softly at first and then much louder. 

Help him?! 

He remains where he is, wondering just how much closer he could get before the malevolence would suck that young and foolish seraph whole, how much longer until he would come to regret this mistake, question just how he thought it possible to help someone, something who had become like this. 

“Hahahah- That’s rich! How foolish can you be?! Not even The Shepard himself could save this wretched soul! What’s become of it, is this! How can you possibly help this?!” 

His eyes narrow dangerously, anger pulsing in his veins, the influence of malice pounding in his chest. 

Lunarre? He knew of no Lunarre, and knew of no legends or anything that could possibly connect to that name, and whether or not his memories were built upon a haze or not, there was no way for an ordinary seraph to do anything, when even the Prime Lord and Shepard could not. 

“Give up, and go back whence you came! I will never accept your help!” He pounds a foot against the earth, jagged and spilling coils of earth rising around him. 

“Do so before I cannot hold myself back from destroying you.”

What should I do?

Lunarre’s hopes had been briefly lifted as the heavy malevolence seemed to wane, but no sooner had it done so the choking darkness redoubled its power and he had to retreat for air.

The seraph could easily destroy him. Lunarre would put up a good fight, as always, but the chasm of strength and experience separating them sealed his fate as the loser.

Yet, struggling to breathe, Lunarre remained where he was. Motionless, he kept his gaze locked on the draconic eyes of the seraph above him. He knew a fight was suicide, and that the chances of a conversation were slim and the chances of a conversation going well was even slimmer, yet Lunarre had no will to run.

Lunarre knew he had once been human. He had ‘awoken’ as a seraph fully grown, rather than grow from babyhood, and his lack of experience or control over his newfound abilities, despite being fully grown, confirmed his status to the seraphim he encountered on his travels. Through their help, and lots of practice, Lunarre had learned quickly - so quickly the others would often wonder if his aptitude was on account of his past life. Not that he remembered any of it.

“The Shepherd can’t do everything!” he shouted back. “I might be a young’un, but even I know his powers have limits. But!” He put great emphasis on the ‘but’. “That’s not where it ends! I might not remember my human life at all... but I just can’t leave a guy like you alone.” He grinned. “I’m a stubborn sonavabitch.” 

His grin faded and he became sobre once more.

“Look - I reckon my true name ain’t Mowavu Ivuriluk for nothin’. I overcame trials, whatever they were, and whatever help I got, in the end it was me that did it. No Shepherd came and poofed my problems away.” Lunarre conjured up a puff of blue flame to illustrate his point. [His fire was blue, unlike the other fire seraphim he had encountered, for reasons as yet unknown.] “Most times it just doesn’t work that way. Sometimes the trouble’s just too big. But that doesn’t mean you’re finished. It doesn’t mean you get to hole yourself up in a cave and suffer alone.”

Lunarre took a deep breath. It was taking a lot out of him just to talk so much in such thick malevolence.

“I might be way in over my head. I might be crazy. But damnit, somethin’ in me just won’t let me walk back down this mountain. I get the feeling this is the sort of thing I got reborn for. If that means you destroy me, then fair enough. It’d just mean I had no business carryin’ on as a seraph. But until then - I ain’t giving up on you!”

With no more to say, Lunarre doubled over panting like a dog in the merciless summer sun, waiting for the seraph’s response.

Lunarre Overcomes

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