How many times had he come to Luluhawa island while in the rune knights? How many times had he been sent here to get him out of the way for one reason or another? He didn’t know the true answer to this but he sat here of his own accord now. Sitting at the beachead and watching the waves lap up against the shore. His fur gently bristled in the breeze that cut across the waves. He was alone on this beachhead even though that you’d expect it to be bustling.

His outfit wasn’t complex, simply a set of baggy trousers, his typical sash and the cloth that sat across his shoulders and down his chest slightly. Compared to the rest of the world this island was safer than most so his armor felt no need to even show it’s social affair option. He’d breathe out through his nose after a moment as he pulled at the trousers he wore, the bagginess of them reminding him of how often clothing was too tight to him.

It was also a pain to clean out all this sand but he was glad he could get rid of that with a little touch of his music. Everyone called it magic here but he still internally referred to it as the song. A sort of innocence he still carried. His ears turned slightly as the lapping of the waves came to shore again. The sun hadn’t blessed the sky yet and the island was still in perpetual darkness the only lights being that of the town far away.

The darkness was comfortable, he never seemed to be threatened in it. Even under the moonlight where people cast their gazes in fear. His eyes remained closed; their golden hues slumbering slightly. Saturn breathed easy and he’d lean forward putting his arms over his legs. Even in the night he stuck out, his fur catching every little bit of the moons caressing touch.

”Here on my own huh?”

He’d talk as though he wasn't alone; though truly he never could be. Not with the ones he had taken in, the ones that he had consumed and the one that he held within. The two magics and the weapons that he carried sang on their own voices with his. A type of music that he couldn’t get away with. So he’d sing his song too, it was gentle, a warmth that threatened to embrace every single person that came by…

Targa explored Luluhawa Island, her polished black shoes leaving delicate impressions behind her on the soft soil and sand. The breeze cooled her off as she was in her tailored suit, her monopoly suit, its fine fabric catching the moonlight in a subtle shimmer. With her signature cane (non weapon) in one hand and a folding chair slung over her other arm. Monty, her adorable moogle companion, floated beside her, his tiny wings flapping lazily. "Kupo, you really think anyone's awake to hear your song out here, Targa?" he teased, his pom pom swaying in the island breeze. Targa smiled, her sharp fangs just barely visible as she set down her chair and picnic basket. "The moon is always awake, dear Monty," and she has always been my most loyal audience."

As she unfolded the chair she took a moment to admire the vast silver lit expanse of the ocean. The moon reflecting off it's surface. It was nights like this that Targa treasured most; nights where the world seemed to slow, and she could just exist in the peace of her own existence. It was a welcome respite of the life of a mage and vampire.  Her picnic basket held a interesting and strange feast inside. A rich crimson hued cake rested beneath a glass dome. Monty wrinkled his nose, hovering closer. "Kupo, blood cake again? You really don’t do normal snacks, do you?" "Normal? Oh, Monty, how dull that would be. Creativity is the spice of life. I can't just drink blood for the rest of my life. Better to use it as an ingredient in other food. Also helps me hide what I'm eating from others. Yes, it's a blood cake, but to another observer it's just red velvet." She gestured to a flask resting beside the cake. "And blood wine pairs exquisitely with it as well, I assure you."

As she settled into her chair she began to hum. The melody was soft at first but it grew as her voice started to get louder.

"Under the silver moon, I stray, A shadow cast, yet never gray. The stars, they whisper, soft and true, Their light a path that leads to you. Through endless night, my heart does roam,
Seeking warmth to call my own. A fleeting touch, a lover’s sigh, Together ‘neath the midnight sky."

Monty sniffled, wiping at his tiny face. "Kupo… that was beautiful. Who knew you were such a romantic?" Targa chuckled softly, a playful glint in her pink eyes. "Even creatures of the night have their hearts, Monty. Some just sing better than others. The nobles back home only ever accepted me when I was singing. They said my voice was magic and assumed I was using magic to enhance it. I wasn't. I'd say it's my great talent, if I may be so bold and narrasistic about it. When I sang, I wasn’t the girl cursed with Crash magic. I was something else. As I said, they thought my voice must have been enchanted, that surely, I’d grow into a singer of spells. But no. It’s just me. Targa, the one who breaks instead of builds. I'm repeating myself now..."

Monty’s voice cut through the moment. "Kupo, they’re fools if they didn’t see the beauty in what you’ve got. Crash magic, that voice, you’re the whole package, kupo. But how are you singing still and talking to me?" Soon as Monty said that they would both hear it, another voice off in the distance. Off in the near distance, a demi-human to the best of their knowledge was also singing.

Not wanting to startle him, they'd remain there but would wave if he looked their direction and invite him over.

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The beach typically wasn’t that busy at night; sure there were people that would be out and about but it wouldn’t be something that he’d expect to see in his own little area. Or whatever he considered his own little area. His ears perked up a little bit as he could hear a song not his own reach out from the darkness. He’d sit there for a moment; letting their song carry through the night. Unlike his song which wasn’t even words it just was… well simply ‘music’ that he learned to vocalize. Magical, emotion filled, something that would let those emotions be felt through ears, through heart and through your mind. He’d let his jaw relax a little bit, not realizing it had been clenching. Looking over there was that brief moment…

His brows relaxed and he’d see that wave; he’d glance to one side thinking that maybe they were waving to someone beyond him. There was no nervousness he was simply just checking, his smile didn’t waiver as he’d wave back. Slowly pushing himself up from the ground and heading on over. It wasn’t very long before the way the sand shifted and how his frame came into view that his towering size was made apparent. He’d stand a little back before approaching slightly more, resting easy a few handful of steps away. Not wanting to impose or anything like that, he’d take a seat again letting the sand cushion his ‘fall’.

”I hadn’t expected to see someone out this far. One with a lovely singing voice at that. My name’s Saturn. What’s yours?”

Saturn nodded his head at both Targa and her companion; he had his own companions. Well. At least one, with vestige going aloof on him he wasn’t sure just how long the strange magical beast would call him his ‘partner’ of sorts. Echo had evolved beyond what a mindrache typically could be even by demi-god standards. Hell he was closer to a dragon than a proper mindrache or even the ‘halfway’ point.

”Though I can’t really blame you for coming out this far, nor can I blame you for the way the moon is up in the sky. It’s particularly lovely for this kind of thing. I come out a lot during the night to sing or stare at the stars… or moon. Depends on which is brighter.”

Saturn felt like he could share that much, with the way that the night felt cool and it’d tickle his fur. Shining somewhat in the moonlight; while his eyes remained closed like they usually did his attention was at least on targa and Montblanc even if he wasn’t ‘starting’ at them.

His voice was soft and gentle; one that had seen a lot of moonfalls, a lot of suns come up. He never really needed to sleep; never really needed to eat. Did he even need to breathe? It was all falsehoods. All every little bit; he just pretended to make people think he was more like them. A demon in sheeps clothing; but that clothing hardly fit.

It never would really.