Larkspur

---

Sionnachuighim
I play the Fox
crafty - sly - dishonest - cunning
also *really* likes cats


He was named before he opened his eyes. In fact, he was thought to be blind for weeks, until he finally opened them. His world was in shades of purple, indigo, black, gray, and white, and the dripping flood cascaded down his face, onto his chest and talons, as though he were perpetually weeping.

"It didn't feel like tears," he grumbles at you. "They still don't. I'm not sad over it, I do not weep. It's a slow drip, not a flowing river. Some call it a curse, of course... but I feel so very connected to the Shade."

Larkspur stares boldly ahead, like he's daring you to challenge his words. Shade. He does not attribute his... gift... to the Shadowbinder, but to the shade itself.

"No, I don't worship it," he huffs, rolling his eyes. "But it does have power beyond what you know..."

Boyfriend: Binder