05-06-2019, 08:26 PM
Ophanim
Ophanim lifts his head at the sound of another approaching, a soft smile forming at the corners of his lips. His wings ruffle and then settle against his back as he decides to come closer to the stranger despite the way his instincts command him not to. The angel boy’s bright blue eyes cast a sideways glance at the white lion but he reminds himself that death is just a word to someone like him. The tiny moon hanging between Lord Maoz’s horns draws his attention and he tilts his head curiously as he watches it hovering there for a moment. They are similar in many ways and Ophanim finds some strange comfort in that fact.
“Hello, my name is Ophanim. What’s yours?” he asks as the gold across his skin begins to shift. The splashes turn to stripes to mimic his new acquaintance, but he says nothing aloud to compliment him. Still, there is a glimmer of admiration in his eyes as he watches him.
“Hello, my name is Ophanim. What’s yours?” he asks as the gold across his skin begins to shift. The splashes turn to stripes to mimic his new acquaintance, but he says nothing aloud to compliment him. Still, there is a glimmer of admiration in his eyes as he watches him.