SEPULCHER
now is the end of days, and i am the reaper.
Sepulcher loves his siblings dearly. Even without ever truly seeing them, he knows Altar and Obelisk are beautiful in ways that he is not. Now, with this new change to his body, the difference between them is even more staggering. He has quietly dreamt of being as beautiful as his brother, and now that dream has turned to little more than the dust coating them bodies when they rise from sleep.
He steps closer to his sibling and croons mournfully when he reaches for Obelisk’s shoulder. That is, until someone new approaches them and he turns his great head to observe her. Her shape is impossibly warm even in the cool morning air - blinding white in a sea of blue and green. There is a part of him that wants to coil around that blazing heat.
But then she speaks and his ego is further wounded. The five portions of his face click together and fresh tears roll down his cheeks. Is he really so hard to look at, now? She is a burning star come down to grace them with her light and he is just another misshapen monster of Pangea. Sepulcher takes a step back and hides his face behind his brother’s shoulder. He never realized it would hurt him so deeply to be unsightly in the eyes of someone he found beautiful.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he mumbles, his leathery wings curling forward to hide his face. Fool that he is, he doesn’t realize no one can see these appendages but him. They do nothing to mask his shame as he steps back from them.
@[Brightburn] @[obelisk]