Purpura....now how dose one describe Purpura.
Well they have pink hair that covers their eyes and hides their tiny horns, black feathered wings on their back and scars on their lips where their abnormally sharp teeth have grazed. Their a hermaphrodite incase you were wondering about the gender safe pronouns. As are all daemons.
They didn't know it yet but they would be the cause of everyone's pain, so much suffering it would haunt them well after it's over. If it ever dose.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, for now their just sitting in a coffee shop with their friends Thanda and Kasht. Sipping on a mango smoothie and swinging their legs off the stool they sat upon.
"So your really never going to try coffee?" Thanda raises a pierced eyebrow.
"I have tried it before I just didn't like it, it's all bitter and disgusting," Purpura stuck out there tongue, drawing black blood as their teeth scratched against it.
Thanda shrugs
"Suit yourself toddler,"
Thanda has short, orange hair swept to one side with one long braid at the back. Her eyes are gold, her horns were the shape of Sharp ice cream cones and her wings were grand lion fish fins.
Kasht lifted their head from the table and took a sip of their coffee. They were having a double shot kind of morning.
"Stop moping the suns up this time," Thanda rolls their eyes.
"Barely," Hasht groans.
Kasht has short wavy black hair, half lidded green eyes, thin large horns and clashing white feathered wings. A gold lebret ring shone against the silver of their lips.
Purpura sucked on the last bits of their smoothie, slurping and remembering what it was like to have a full mouthful of the heavenly juices. They frowned when the straw denied them the non existent beverage. These three are stocking up on sugar and caffeine for their early morning filed trip.
Where are they going? Where the plot demands usually, today that's The Divide. The wall in witch separates this land form the next. Every year the people of this world go to the monument in waves consisting of people in their age group. This was the 18 year old age group.
Finishing there addicting liquids the daemon teens stood and walked out the store. Kasht pulled their black turtle neck over their chin as the morning air hit them, Purpura skipped down the street with their new found energy. La La-ing to the tune of their favourite song.
The only others out side where their own age. All species and manner of daemon just all fitting in the age group. Most Purpura didn't know personally, just enough to Mach a few faces to names. Speaking of which. They suddenly cased their happy singing and skipping as one of them approached them.
Nathair. Purpura was petrified of the daemon but they got along with Thanda really well So they sucked it up.....most of the time.
Nathair has short, messy, green hair; Rams horns perched at the sides of their head, particularly sharp incisors and eyes never before seen by any other daemon being.They were always hidden behind aviator sunglasses.
Rumours went around about their eyes, some say they've got no irises others think no eyes at all just dead empty sockets.
