truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
Smack dab in the middle of a field of dandelions lies Enderly. The yellow flowers are stark against his obsidian hide as they attempt to climb up his body, swaying against him in gentle caresses, and the spring sunshine sends a delicious warmth up his back. Ears lay back against his cranium as he stretches his maw out atop his lean legs, eyelids shielding those quicksilver eyes from sight. Today is a rather cool day for spring with the winds picking up and dying. Their fingers cool his heated skin when it grows too hot yet he basks in it like a cat while he slumbers. Probably by the end of his nap he will smell of dandelions, the scent rubbed deep into each follicle, but there are worse things to smell of.
Life had went on after his initial meeting with Eris. The alabaster vixen had left him in an excitable state yet she had
left him. It had left a sour taste in his mouth that the one female who had managed to gain his interest after the disappearance of Naamah had disappeared without a trace. A traveler she was, a goddess called home to her throne by her disciples. For a time he had gnashed his teeth and then Enderly had got over it. Assumed she was a goner and he had went about his life. In fact somewhere nearby would be Sanguine, his young daughter, whom he had found cold and alone in the grotto. Sent back by Naamah, a leftover piece of that life, and she had turned to him like the dandelions to the sun.
He felt invincible. None could touch him with Sanguine near him; he would not allow it. None would steal a hair from her small little body. He had went from a parent to a father in the last few seasons, jealously hoarding her to himself and eying all with mistrust.
A song trails along the suddenly quiet afternoon, a song that rises and falls with his chest and makes his eyelids twitch open. Enderly finds himself rising before he has fully awoken, his ears pricked and his head tilting upwards to catch the full tenor. That voice... was it? NO. It couldn't be. Yet by the way his lips began to creep into a smile and then a wicked grin he knew it was, his body jolting him forward at a run in the direction from where the female's voice had called. He is swift, he is light, and he runs with a grace that is natural to Enderly until he can see a white body atop a stone. Ah, she has found another throne to inhabit then.
He slows to a stop before her, eyes scouring her with a hungry gleam and he licks his lips.
"Goddess divine, it is you again Eris. Was Heaven not enough for you that you must come back to Earth? Ah, wait, that isn't it. You missed me didn't you? Every Angel needs her Demon," he taunts at her playfully.