but it's better if you do

In the many conversations he'd had with his adopted daughter, the ivory man had heard of the man who went by Seraphim. He was a friend of his daughter, long before they ever met. From what he had heard from Seraphine, this man seemed like he was a good wolf, after all he had befriended his daughter. She hadn't told him much else about him, the Valhallan man had become curious about this Seraphim fellow. Which was the reason behind his having gone down south this day. Sera had mentioned something about living somewhere near Tortuga or the south, but the man wasn't sure. So he had headed down south for his first attempt at finding Seraphim. Hopefully his endeavor would be successful.


Powerful ivory limbs propelled the man through the forestry, mismatched gems dancing over the landscape, nostrils hard at work to identify the scents around him. One in particular caught his attention; male and tortugan. Was that Seraphim? There was only one way to find out. Moving through the foliage, the sound of rushing water reached Demonio's ears. A river. Could Seraphim be on the other side of it? Breaching the border of the foliage, his bi-colored gaze spotting a male figure across the water. The alabaster man approached the edge of the water, his talons hanging just over the edge of the dirt, gaze intent on the man. Seraphim? He boomed, his voice carrying over the rush of the water.



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