Done. Dealt without anyone. Already best for himself, he's proven to overcome alone. We are too late to write down the dear child's struggles; instead let us watch him- a tiny cub with paws much too large, slumped over. The boy is surrounded by blackened fragments of his chrysalis. An island he sits upon, it's soil soft and warm. The air humid and mist noisy as it bombards the Fornax.

His pelt, one probably never seen before, glistens vermilion that is almost unrealistic. Rosette markings indicate he is jaguar. Between shoulder blades lay sparkling, vibrant freckles of opal. They emit a glow of cerise that match the decorative gems above. There is silence around him. Lids reveal the brimstone orbs that cast rays of powerful light. He understands he is alive.

Slowly coming to life, he shuffles his paws while attempting to stand amongst the mess of crystals that glow scarlet. Muscles too fragile for now, he falls instantly. He must oxygenate his body as he is all too ready to begin his dominations. He eases himself, learning to be patient with himself. Though expectations already high, he tries again. His body is thrusted upwards and his muscles pronounce as his breathing is fuller. Finally, he stands.
"speak"

The cub is approached. Abruptly. Lucifer backed away inches while his snout puckered to show the bright red gums that had no teeth. A nervous child, he had no room to understand whether the other was a peril. Instinct moves the cub for now. His tiny vermilion body is forced to act by the mind that demanded safety. Somewhat startled so to say, he appeared as frightened while gathering himself as Sensation spoke.

Many bodily functions spaz wildly; adrenaline released by the gallon it seemed while his nervous system dealt with the newer sense of stress. The stranger was not welcomed,- could not cross. The cub doesn't find his voice yet but instead tries to combat the larger cat with set stances that had been around for years. A ruffled neck and a stiff stance, he wants to appear larger so that maybe this stranger would leave.

Fire orbs dare focus on the bright nearly soothing gaze of Sebastian. But even then, Lucifer hadn't trusted the norm of socialization. He doesn't try to close the distance but he made more. Past this all, he is just a nervous little boy. Out all alone.. Lucifero wouldn't undermine his urges to remain untouched.

"speak"