Altar of Twilight [ art :: elennóna

The night was upon them. Filled to the brim with stars. A certain restlessness of spirit had taken over the brute and without further ado, he moved further afield. Eyes on the sky. He had loved looking towards the stars when he was trapped in the pit, the light had never touched them down there, but it had certainly caught his eye. He had determined then, that he would fight to get to see them closer, that he would make it to the surface and he had. He had used his body, his very innocence to get what he wanted. He had sold his soul to the devil and had paid his price.

His price had been his body, his mind his soul. Nothing had belonged to Dreven, nothing. Even now he had difficulty digging deep to remember that he was no longer a slave. That he could make his own decisions. He was driven by a baser instinct than most, but he also had a sense of self, that most didn't. An arrogant confidence that showed outward.

He came upon a she wolf in the darkness, and a smirk lit up his face. Well, well little cloud. Argana was it?

He asked conversationally. Whilst searching the darkness with his red eyes. The silence oppressive and comforting all it once. He tilted his head, and settled, lounged further away from her.

Those stones there look sacred. Should you really be tempting the devil by climbing them?