Ouroboros Spine the same [voice] that oft-times hath

to the nightingale's surprise — and pleasure — he is accepted in their circle; welcomed into those who call themselves moonglow. the request of his name does not come as any sort of surprise and though he holds onto the belief that giving it so freely might bite him in the butt — though he reasons that nothing could be worse than what he endured beneath the tyrannical rule of the leader of fire-fading august — he seeks to loosen the fear that grips at his vocal chords like a pale, phantom clamp of jaws.

i am called ze sun at dusk — a small smile is given, left to simper across his lips; dusted with soft lilt that could be considered almost rueful. ❝lómëvása❞ he offers once more assuming naturally that the shortened translation in his native tongue was favorable to the longwinded name in common.