Post by fleabittengray on Apr 10, 2024 14:25:05 GMT -7
EASIER SAID THAN DONE He was curious about this war, but thus far had played no part in in. Major or minor, he'd done nothing. The young fiend had been doing nothing but existing for some time now and he was growing tired of it. He wanted something more than just existing. That in mind, he'd left the confines of the Underworld to venture out into what could be considered the "Free Lands" of the Afterlife. He'd lurked through the Hinterlands for some time, prowling and seeking out souls that he could drag down to hell with him, but alas, it had been a vast emptiness. He figured with a war going on there would be more bodies dropping souls into the realm of Asphodel. New souls, ripe for the picking, but there did not seem to be many around here. It was a curious thing. How could there be a war with no death? It was almost funny to the graying buckskin and he allowed himself a soft snort of amusement, shaking his horned head as he wandered away from the Hinterlands and into the other realm. He could hear the sound of the waterfall in the distance, the one that gave this terrain its name of Radiant Falls. He breathed in, slow and purposeful, but could find only a couple of faint scents. No one else had passed by here in some time. How curious. He wondered if anyone would catch onto his fire and brimstone sent and start to follow him here. Would it be an angel, determined to get him to repent - to make a Fiend turn his back on the Underworld would surely be something! Or perhaps another demon, hellbent on causing chaos, just like Shax was? He licked his lips, picking up the faint taste of sulfur. It was hard to avoid smelling like the Underworld when he spent so much time there. He wondered what scents the mortals associated Utopia with, or was it only those down below lucky enough to get an unbearable stench? It seemed unfair, honestly, but he could work with it. It was all he knew, after all. Shax | 355 | open notes | just trying to get the hang of playing him. open to anyone in the underworld, asphodel, or utopia! timeline | 5 years, early spring, early evening WITH NO PLACE TO HIDE I see but you're running away |