don't need a costume, I'm already a freak

Lavender eyes were drawn by the faint glow of his favourite subjects for experimentation- fungi. In particular, these looked to be ink caps. Mutated by the strange moonlight spreading even into the dense forest, the thin fruiting bodies were giving off a gentle light that drew him forward like a moth to flame. The conversation was not entirely abandoned, but natural curiosity was certainly getting the better of him. Narrow cranium lowered towards the ground, his long fangs nearly dragged against the moss that covered the ground beneath his paws. One of the ink caps in the cluster had already progressed past the peak of maturity, and where normally a black ooze would begin to drop from its fringes as the cap decayed inwards towards its stem, the ooze was an eerie pale blue. Staining the ground with bioluminescent ooze in a small ring around its body, and dripping onto the caps of its neighbours. Tucked between the pale, glowing stems, a pair of small crystals. Tipping his head to one side, he fixed one eye on his avian companion. "Hallux, could you..?" soft vocals offered the question up hesitantly, though the parrot was quick to hop down onto the ground with a gentle flap of her wings. Nimble talons and a sharp beak helped her work the two gems from their fungal entrapment, and she scooted them closer for the boy to inspect.

From what he could tell, they were entirely colourless. He glimpsed the deep green of the moss and the rich brown of the loamy soil through the rough facets of the pair of crystals. This had to be some sort of sign, perhaps even a gift from God? He gestured to their new find, and Hallux dutifully collected the pair in her talons and took to the air in search of a good place to stow them away for the time being. Just in time, too, as the small male began to speak again. "Some time ago I met another young wolf around my age who tried to teach me about her faith, but I was skeptical. But in the years since I have started to believe that she may have been wiser than I originally thought. I've been looking for her... You wouldn't happen to know a Toxicity Klein Abraxas?" as his mother's old titles tumbled freely from the man's lips, the godling's head snapped up as though he'd been struck. Fixing the ebony dappled man with a hard stare over his shoulder, he found himself pivoting his delicate frame to face him, without daring to peel his eyes away. Suspicion painted itself over his features in the subtle quirk of his brow and the single downturned corner of his ebony lips. A few long strides pulled him cautiously forth, closing the distance that he had absentmindedly put between himself and this strange man who knew his mother.

He found himself inspecting the man anew; tracing the lines of his bone structure beneath the short fur of his face, searching those violet eyes for any resemblance to his sisters. No.. this certainly wouldn't be their father. However, he still new Toxicity, and that in itself lent him some degree of intrigue. His mother had never been a social butterfly in the time he'd been alive, and it seemed strange to think that she had ever had a conversation with someone outside of the Empire. Alas, he had probably left the ash hued male shivering with anticipation for long enough. "Toxicity is my mother, but she is neither Klein nor Abraxas anymore. We are Fallen, now." quiet vocals crooned warily, searching the features of the older male for the subtle shifts of his expression that might hint in what capacity he knew his mother. "How well did you know her?" he asked next, tapered cranium tipping ever so slightly to one side curiously.

"Pontifex" || "Hallux" || "others"