the unnerving siilence of the morning rise was perhaps his most cherished time. not even the wretched songbirds dared interrupt the aesirii as they brought the day to a start, awakening all the slumbering creeps and crawlers. riveting pools of contrasting color would squint and take their merry time opening as he cursed the all too bright rays of the overbearing star. moments later a yawn of bone rattling proportion tore through his skeletal system, quaking loose particles of snow from his monochromatic hide. leisurely he would rise, masts unfolding beneath his nearly emaciated carcass. protruding spine would bump and grind on the scaling pine he previously lay beneath, but he persisted. soon he was entangled with branches against its bark, a purr of dull velocity mulling from apathetic lips. for now he would stand entwined with needles, squinting against the beams of celestial light and awaiting for dear fate to stir his daily events.

Hulking, floating dark mass - violating; attacking the ground. The creature moved, almost in liquid fashion - slowly and heavily. moving with rustic grace, the assassin made his way through the trees. darkness mutilated his features twisting them sinisterly as he pondered over something to do. an activity less than innocent in nature. if it wasn't rough, it wasn't fun. a rough chuckle scratched his vocal cords as he thought of the last time he had fun. it had been a while, but that was nothing to mule over now. hopefully, he would be coming into some new activities in this new land. after all the possibilities were endless. " speech "

as pools of mixed hue adjusted to the heightened lighting of the advancing day, the crooning cretin eliciting a moan of approval at the heated touch of the star's fingers. he would rock slightly, leisurely against the prickling needles of the pine which embraced his attenuated skeleton. the brash scratches created by the nails of the bark and the fingers of the branches caused the man to tense, holding his breath from a wicked sense of pleasure. his short euphoria was proven to be unfortunately interrupted, however, as the soft and nearly inaudible crunch of snow triggered always attentive auds to swivel from alarm. he would turn his crown carelessly from within the confines of his coniferous abode, seeking out the stalking gait of a monstrous man passing by. a daring smirk would play on penciled lips as teasing tones slipped from his pushing vocals, i do hope such an attractive man as you is not simply passing me by, hm?

Ammon had been so caught up in his own affairs that he had neglected to notice his male company until the taunting tones would fall upon his ears. The words not so much the tone caused him to pause, or rather the inflection. His mind was abuzz with rancid thoughts but he held his putrid tongue within his vile mouth. Most overpowering was confusion. Had this been a woman, he would have known how to handle the situation - what to say, how to perfectly manipulate and twist her to his will. But this was a man as he, who knew his games, his advantages. How was he to compete, what device had he to combat his own? As he pondered such thoughts he left his wicked side facing the male. It was better this way, for Ammon. A cruel smirk pulled tightly upon his onyx kissers. He would find a way to toy with this one as well. " perhaps, if you had been more avvincente, i should have noticed you from the start? " compelling. Italian voice was dripping with cruel frigidity as he swiveled his massive onyx bodice around towards the male. He took no time in closing the vast gap between them. Still keeping a distance, a dominantly teasing glint flickered in his eye. Oh, yes, he was in the mood for a game. " speech "

the baleful baron would disentangle his cadaverous figure from the embrace of the pine with such ease it would be fitting to say he had lain with trees before. he would gaze at the man with half lidded pools, allowing himself to mentally ravage his newly arrived toy. it would be a fool's lie to say he had not lain with man and enjoyed it. a pendulum swung both ways, after all. he would listen to the man's passively gelid insult, faux disappointment screwing into his fair features. elongated stilts would carry his alabaster hide to asses his guest, mercury and cerulean eyes washing over every inch. perhaps. but if your tastes do not find me pleasing to the eye, he would daringly lean toward the man's tail, swiping that chiselled tongue of his over his salivating lips. i can assure you i have something that will... pump, so to speak, very different thoughts into that pretty little head. he would smirk to himself before searching the man's facade for a reaction.

Perhaps its as the pregnancy - though of this she was not sure - whatever it was, the Queen had found her sense of smell to be heightened as of late. This aided the woman in detecting the two male's presence far before they had come into earshot. With haste she would offer up a howl for Isardis, before slithering toward them. Her bodice had not yet distended with whelps, though they were very much growing within her womb. The only indicators of her pregnancy were pheromones alone - and she knew that very quickly these men would detect them. It was no matter, she wasn't afraid. The Queen appeared through the trees, head and tail lifted to a height of status, emerald sockets coming to rest on two men, (going to assume this is post-Jaeger thread) one of which she vaguely knew. ?Following me, Jaeger? And I see you've brought a friend. Did I leave that much of an impression on you?? She would stand in the way of the rest of Glaciem, intending to block their path. If they wished to infiltrate further, they would have to come by her. She only hoped Isardis would come soon, she doubted she could hold them both off indefinitely - if their intentions truly were to invade. Eyes would flicker to and fro, never lingering on either of them for very long. ?speak,?

He would stir from his place beneath the towered arms of a shuddering spine, albino frame lifting with an uncanny vision of ease; previously somewhat undetectable against the snowed blankets of which he had rested. Something had caught his interests, cherry nostrils quivering before the alarming summon of his expecting queen would pull him forth; coral limbs reaching before pale chest as the King would lope for her proximities. Eager, and rightfully suspicious of the events that presented themselves, Isardis would slow upon the presentation of an unknown duo; apprehensive of their decision to trespass, and apparent lack of care towards their breaching of borders. Sendoa seemed somewhat more collected than he, speaking as Isardis would crawl up by her side, hackles bristling with volatile aggression as pale lips would pull back into a vicious snarl, voice-box rattling with the suggestion of sinister threat, ?Have you both a death wish??