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Lucifer's black paws moved lithely across the narrow ledge along the top of the wall. His black irises glittered eerily bright against the sclera and the light tinted them a glowing yellow. He moved swiftly against the blood red colored sky, a backdrop of the incoming night. 

The male halted swiftly to a stop and the wind that so often blew across The Wall tugged longingly at his fur, moaning and groaning, tugging him relentlessly yet unsuccessfully toward the yawning gaps on either side of him. Lucifer was about 30 minutes, brisk trot pace, from where the path widened out back to safety. He glanced ahead, and, from his sharp gaze, could hardly see the end of where the wall widened, heading the other way. This was one of Lucifer's places to be. Mainly because not many dared follow him up here, and if they did, he was experienced with the scraggy path from his long pacing above the world on the sheer ledge, and would most likely aid in his advantage.

With his massive head lifted to the sky and his posture wide in stance and proud in demeanor, Lucifer let out a bone-chilling howl. It echoed off the cliffs, but was soon lost to the pounding wind. With a sweeping look about him, Lucifer crouched down and tucked his paws beneath him, looking down the cliff into the endless back below.