Flames of Power
01-14-2017, 09:53 PM
It had been a peaceful moment in praying to the goddess his family had called mother, shadowed ears twitching upon obsidian skull. It was like the sounds of silence had become his home lately, having been able to listen to the voices among the dead more often. The hissing had grown louder and more frequent as time passed, surely this ground would cave in one day soon enough. A scraping sound of fur against rock caused his cruel gaze to rise. -So the games begin?- Twin dirtied ruby eyes narrowed of annoyance by the stalker, wondering how such people could find that "fun" was a mystery to him. -Come out and play- -Feed- The word rang out in the wicked mind of the tyrant when the woman spoke, a coy smile forming cross emotionless features upon hearing spirits. Sadly such an emotion faded quicker than it had appeared before, broad shoulder snapping upwards rising like a tide. The thick tri-colored banner flashing outwards in a show of neutral-Aggression. -To disturb a spirit- His hind legs pushed him forward smoothly, steam and white fog shot up before him in a loud sibilant. It was easy for the monster behind the mask to come off as a "Nice" guy, if there was such a word to describe his fake sense of character. In fact, the use of that word caused his insides to gag, disliking that word was an understatement for him, for deep down inside he was a hellhound. His face said he had no violent natures inside very being, but his stance would tell someone he would kill them and not think about them again. It was her words of summoning spirits being dangerous that caused his mind to leap at the matter, a twisted detached smirk forming cross his rusty lips. -Do you.. Know what danger is?- That's when a second voice rang out through the loud squealing of the ground, his dead gaze shifting towards the sounds of another monster as she approached. Tonight was just full of rather minor amusing surprises, having no need to feel joy in his life that is why it wasn't amusing. Even as the female before him spoke of courting shadows, if only she truly knew what that meant would he respect her. Yet, only time would tell on that matter. -Who to eat first- His dead glare snapped back to the half tailed woman while his jaw dropped slightly, he never really had decided on what he was going to say to either of them. He didn't feel like pleasing them with his voice even if they would've begged, no he would speak because he wouldn't be held back by fear of consequence -So Innocent- "Y wud a monstir vant to zummon a lezer entity?" There were many baritones in his voice due to his lesser experience with this third-string language. One thing was certain though and that was the deep sense of death that it held, for he would slaughter these two if he wished; only to go sleep like a pup. -They will bow!- His rusted over eyes snapping back towards the white faced bish, a destructive simper spreading across his copper lips. "Curting death, wud be muzh mur amuzin" '' |
ALBERICHT'S ACCENT https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LP7h0ZgvlE
Warning! This male is unpredictable and is prone to use language, attack, and gore. This character is cannibal, so thread at your own risk.
Warning! This male is unpredictable and is prone to use language, attack, and gore. This character is cannibal, so thread at your own risk.