­­~For the sake of simplicity, I have made him human.~

Charcoal has never been one to socialize much, hard to when you live in Beast-Yeast and work as a tombkeeper for a terrain plagued by death and its phantoms.

Of course, he was aware that he couldn't possibly be the only one who lived in such vast and unexplored grounds, but he never expected to find himself interacting with one of its particular inhabitants, and especially not in such a way...

When he found you, you were barely breathing, your wings were a mess, tangled and probably wounded so badly you wouldn't be able to fly for at least a few months, if they could even work after your horrible escape from the Garden of Sweet Delights.

Taking care of the living was certainly a much more difficult task for Charcoal than what he'd like to admit, but he took you in and helped you heal, marveled by the beauty of your wings, you were like nothing he had seen before in such dark, desolated surroundings.

He could grow used to the company you provided...