Nine in the Afternoon
07-19-2017, 09:35 PM
YOUNG AND A MENACE
The monochromatic female shifted her stance, taking on a defensive posture as soon as the blankness faded from her features. Disappointing, but not unexpected. Thick coat would ripple as tendons flexed to arch the golden godling's powerful neck and raise their crown high. Witnessing the scrutiny with which she regarded them, the titan became all the more smug. Truly, they were something to admire, were they not? Finally, words would tumble from her slackened jaws and dark lips. Of course, none were aware of the clan amassing itself in this continent.
"Kaine Abraxas, descendant of the Fallen One, love." Rumbling vocals would purr, a debonair grin flashing their ivories at the femme. An extravagant dip of their cranium towards the ground, a mockery of formality when performed by the dark creature. When their two-toned gaze fell upon her visage once more, charm bled from their very pores. A certain laziness in their actions spoke to their ease, each movement displayed their aloof nature for all to see.
"I would be delighted to learn what name was bestowed upon such a lovely creature as yourself." They would add, for the sake of being polite. See, Kaine was not as monstrous as their siblings. Some semblance of formality still clung desperately to their soul, most of the time. Mostly when there was a pretty face to admire. Far less occasionally when they were hungry, or tired. Many of Amon's brats (the word was used as lovingly as possible) would likely have tried to murder the lady by now. Kronoah's children would have slaughtered her already, without doubt. Tail would flick across their pallid heels, simply for the sake of movement while they stood still.
I THINK THAT GOD IS GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME TWICE
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