Little Toy Guns

Forsaken turned his head the moment he heard his twin. Ahh Enigma. It had been far, far too long. The male knew his brother was sore with him, but Forsaken had prepared for this. “Tear me apart? Now dear Enigma… if you did that you wouldn’t get your present.” A wicked grin had spread across ‘saken’s grin, golden eyes shining madly as he canted his head to one side. “Surely you can forgive your brother in exchange for an Adravendi slave to do as you wish to?” Forsaken knew even with the offer there was still a good change Enigma might bite the shit out of him. “The girl… I think she might even be related to the crippled bitch father killed… If her coloration is any sort of hint at it.” Forsaken cooed softly. “Or… if you’d rather take your chunk of flesh, dear brother, come at me. You know I have no problem with taking pain.”