12-20-2016, 07:40 PM
take my head, kick it in
break some bread for all my sins
In the hours following his conversation with Lucrezia and Magnus, Dahmer had enjoyed some solitude to consider the options placed before him. He wanted to remain within Tephra long-term, that much was certain, but the black beast found issue in placing himself solely upon the side of peace, or the side of war. His reign in the Subway had required both, and a certain amount of skill to decide which side of the bed to wake up on each day. Magnus had, of course, also implied that it was not obligatory for Dahmer to take any sort of action on behalf of Tephra, but the blue-eyed beast would not simply sit around and do nothing.
It's dusk now, when Dahmer finds his King again.
They are both illuminated by the lava streams that criss-cross their home, Dahmer's dark coat and Magnus's tawny one. He lowers his head in greeting and takes a silent moment to appreciate the unique lighting the lava offered them. When his gaze returns to Magnus, Dahmer's expression is contemplative.
His voice trails off for a moment as he considers his next statement,
SOLDIER OF TEPHRA