He is alone. An extroverted introvert. With a mind worth question, maybe even dismay. He's gone away from Aeigir by now; choosing even then to disappear from the side of others with the chance to. He finds comfort of the silence. A new dawn, there is a new agenda & focus within the quiet.

He trots slowly, massive paws swinging-, body bouncing with the thrusts of his powerful gate. He's grown even more. Muscles maturing rather quickly. His build stocky and yet still, the child is but a couple months. Lucifer's features are rigid; tines tough and vermilion fur thickened. A gloss to him signifying his youth.

But he goes today not for play.. rather for practice. Soon, he arrives. After moments of ponder, the boy concentrates to channel power. The urge, Lucifero named magick. Its foundations and concepts unknown to him. He tries to trigger something, anything. But the emptiness of his give angered him. He closes down on sharp teeth, thick tail lashing fast. Snout puckers as his eyes seethe frustration. "Fucking worthless!" He curses the wind, ears flattening as he sneers past clenched jowls. A humming baritone growl echos about the cavern chest of the jaguar. He will try again or not. The fall of his desires not taken lightly.

"speak"