[open] there’s a fire under the altar

[Tersias]

Enough vanity exists in Tersias’ heart that he does not like to be seen by anyone new during the daylight. It’s one thing for his family to see the speckled scars scattered across his coat and face, and another thing entirely to consider approaching anyone who wasn’t used to them. Someone who might ask — and he has no practice at all trying to explain something that had been a part of him since birth. The scars were absolutely a piece of who he is the demon in Tersias’ heart truly feels whole under the moonlight.

When scar turns to a shimmering gold.

That’s the Tersias he is comfortable sharing with the world.

So that is when he wanders.

The moon tonight is a slender crescent, ready to disappear tomorrow before growing once more, but it is enough to light Tersias up with a soft golden glow. It adds colour to his shadowy presence, from the obsidian horns that crown him down to the black cloven hooves that leave strange prints behind him in the soft autumn mud.

There’s an ease to his gait under the moon, a sense of calm. There is so much that he doesn’t yet know about what he is capable of, just the tricks he’s learned when playing with his siblings or exploring, but something about this night tells him there is so much more to come. That his life in this peaceful Beqanna may change at any point.

And those thoughts bring a smile to his cold, golden eyes.

Open to any!