05-01-2018, 09:21 PM
He isn’t sure where his parents had gone.
When he’d departed from Tephra, he was assured they’d be there when he got back. His loving parents, his heroes; they were there for a fleeting moment and poof. They were gone. And he didn’t know where to.
His father’s voice lingered in the back of his mind (his ever-present conscious), beckoning him to do the things he needed. He couldn’t imagine his childhood without Diable Rouge’s presence; it was vital to who he was now as a grown man. Rou was a good man, and he aspired to be like him.
Night casts a shadow across Tephra, and Phoebus illuminated himself as he walks. Hot, flaming plates form around his legs and chest, showing him his way through the volcanic plains. He’d be in clear sight, but it doesn’t matter - he’d grown tall and strong like his father. He could hold off any threat that came his way...
@[Diavoli] @[AuroraElis]
When he’d departed from Tephra, he was assured they’d be there when he got back. His loving parents, his heroes; they were there for a fleeting moment and poof. They were gone. And he didn’t know where to.
His father’s voice lingered in the back of his mind (his ever-present conscious), beckoning him to do the things he needed. He couldn’t imagine his childhood without Diable Rouge’s presence; it was vital to who he was now as a grown man. Rou was a good man, and he aspired to be like him.
Night casts a shadow across Tephra, and Phoebus illuminated himself as he walks. Hot, flaming plates form around his legs and chest, showing him his way through the volcanic plains. He’d be in clear sight, but it doesn’t matter - he’d grown tall and strong like his father. He could hold off any threat that came his way...
@[Diavoli] @[AuroraElis]