There was blood that drenched his face, mouth and neck which wasn't easy to see upon his dark body. His fur would probably appear shiny and wet if one was to closely inspect him, his scars showed also showed a hint. A mangled carcass of a fawn was on the ground before him, Ezio had killed it for fun. Its skin was torn in all different ways and fur covered in its own blood. He had eaten the rich and good organs inside as well as some of the meat but that was about it. Everything else would be scrapped, left for birds and other wolves. Then he would leave the scene, moving through the colourful forest. Tail swaying in mid-air as he contentedly trotted along, his eyes taking in his surroundings and nose taking in the scents that were either old or new. But the smell of his kill lingered strongly in the air, mostly because of the fawn's blood still fresh on his body.

His direction was nowhere and everywhere at once. The give-a-damn inside of him long ago busted by fixation. A laugh like a hollow, sickly creature, humorless and oily like the depths of despair and fates grand folly, exits his mouth in a rush of gargled sand. It is he who looks down on the world because he knows, deep inside the uncouth creature residing in his heart, that he is better than them, he was a God. Drifting like a ghost, the Luciferian King glided silently in and out of the trees.  Amber bioluminescence swept off of his body in waves, wafting off of earthen tapestry. The incubus’s abilities came in handy when in a place like this. He was the God of the Sun, so he fit in pretty well with the company that dwelt within this damned forest. Without the annoyance of having a mortal try to follow him, taking a walking through the colored woodland was the closest he got. The Luciferian King gaze followed his surroundings with curiosity, he seen leaves of dark green that beneath were as shining silver, and from each of his countless flowers a dew of silver light was ever falling, and the earth beneath was dappled with the shadows of his fluttering leaves and also leaves of a young green; their edges were of glittering gold. Flowers swung upon its branches in clusters of coral flame, and each spilled a coral rain upon the ground as the gentle breeze took them away for a dance.

" words of a god"
"words of ramses"