Deep in a forest stood five individual let by one male demon at the front;
Luvart, the Prince of Slacking, exudes a nonchalant charm that makes his title feel almost ironic, yet fitting for a fox demon of his caliber. Tall and lean, he has a deceptively relaxed posture, as if he could fall asleep at any moment, but there's an underlying grace to his every movement.
His hair, a wild mane of silvery gray with faint traces of darker streaks, falls haphazardly around his sharp, almost foxlike features.
A permanent smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a mind constantly scheming behind those half-lidded, amber eyes that gleam with hidden intelligence and mischief.
Luvart's attire is effortless yet refined, typically loose-fitting dark robes trimmed with fox motifs that subtly glow under moonlight.
