He not finished, as you can see but if i had a black liyure he would be treacherous dangerous and glorious.
The black liyure growled in his throat, lifting himself partly off the ground where he once laid upon hearing me. As I approached him I couldn't help but not understand, why he was like this. I wonder daily, why he stays with me when I have told him to leave. "Go, be free, Nothings stopping you," I had said to him once. He only yawned, as if telling me to be quite. I think he enjoys taunting me, even if its with unspoken words. Though even at his worst, I would sometimes sit for hours, watching him. He was.. beautiful. The way he moved, the shin of his fur, the way he walked. How cruel that his kind were so magical, almost godly, even as a Creatu. I sighed and turned away from him.
I'm sure, he was laughing at me, as my form retreated from him.
but...as long as he stayed, It was all worth it.