azrael
If Azrael was impatient at being delayed in his quest, he did not show it. Instead, there is a patience about him that hints at a wisdom far beyond his years. The borealis stallion is far from bothered by the questions, instead, he takes delight in the opportunity to speak praises of his goddess and court. Though he hadn’t been in Denocte long, Azrael was descended from a long lineage of Caligo’s followers, so it was only natural that he would follow their caravan across the mountains and into her kingdom.
It was a pity that the man hadn’t time for the stars, but Azrael would not hold it against him, and rather than chastise him for making the wrong decision, the shed star simply nodded stoically to the stranger. With the final question came a tip of a smile to his lips, and the dappled stallion thought carefully of what words he would use to describe their goddess. Caligo is mother of the night sky – it is said she is born from the stars themselves, and she is the deity whom all of Denocte worships. It was, perhaps, the simplest way he could answer the query.
You have come at something of a tempestuous time for our Court, but Denocte is a haven to any who seek asylum. You will be welcome at the Night Court, so long as you have not come to bring destruction in your wake. There had been too much of such things lately, but Azrael did not dwell on what had come to pass. Instead, he leaves the warning as more of a cautionary tale. Turning to continue upwards toward the heavens, he looks back only once, offering the stranger a parting goodbye. I am called Azrael, should we meet again.
And he leaves Kratos and his dragon to their journey, pressing upward toward the stars once more.
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