gonna get 'cha [Samael]

*Kaine* · (This post was last modified: 08-17-2017, 06:45 PM by Kaine.)

YOUNG AND A MENACE

The scent of another betrayed his presence. All piqued arousal and confidence. Mismatched gaze would flick upwards, and find itself trapping a giant. This was, without a doubt, one of the lesser gods of the area. Large as Amon, and just as muscular. He wore a mask of ebony, shaped as the skeletal remains of a lupine cranium. He was scarred and marked, a dark thing. As much was obvious, but it was clear the man failed to care. Velvety tongue would escape the confines of their jaws to caress their muzzle. A beast to be ridden, one that would buck and snarl magnificently. Surely he would fuck like a dream, on the other hand. They would play his game.

Brow would quirk in wordless question, powerful neck raising the deity's crown. The man's deep baritone would ooze from his lips, saccharine and threatening. Demanding, in much finer words, who he was meeting. The golden godling would chuckle, the sound rumbling from deep within their chest. They would not bow, nor grovel. Size meant nothing, neither did bulk. The beast respected none. Not now, not ever.

"You stand before Kaine Abraxas, descendant of the Fallen God." They would reply just as smoothly, debonair smile upturning their lips reflexively. Turning on the charm was instinctive, especially in scenarios such as this. "You are?" They asked, feet lifting from the sucking mud to face the other head on. Caked in muck, the deity likely appeared to be anything but divine. Anyone to say otherwise would be slaughtered, of course. Predatory gaze would linger upon the other's form, admiring as much as it judged.

"speech"

I THINK THAT GOD IS GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME TWICE

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