As the little hellion performed his prancing exploration through the ice laden wonderland, the breath of the lake brought a familiar aroma to his attention. It was the female who had greeted him at the borders of Amenti. Indeed, he had planned on making the pack his home, but the recent change in leadership had downed that idea all to soon. Newt had been a stealer of his fascination however. Her violet decor and massive stature had drawn his attention with ease.
As her call took hold of the setting, Verruckt set off. If the dame wished to reassemble her forces, he could only assume that she had every intention of reclaiming the lands of Amenti. This could only result in battle, and battle meant blood; blood, and flesh, that would taste so very good to the fiend. The thought brought a stream of saliva from his jaws, and his fleeting steps quickened with enthusiasm.
As he drew near to his caller, he laid eyes upon a second barbarian and a male just slightly shorter than himself. The strangers both carried a heavy coat, but the females was undoubtedly a heavier wear. Verruckt cast them a curious glance before beginning with his standard blabber. His words rang with subtle hints of song, eagerly cascading from his lips.
"I have heard tale of blood and nightmares, oh so terribly rash! A beetle-eyed demon is after you, I have seen her, I have! With fearsome claws and gruesome jaws, run little wolfies, run, run. Blood will spill from your petty little throats, we are coming, coming, coming, we are coming! Let the waters run red! Oh, let the waters run red, red, red, red!" He ended his tune with a trail of excited yips, skipping closer to the downcast Newt.
"What do you think beetle-eyes? What do you think? Let me join you?"
"Speech!" -
Thought
Word Count: Phone post so I am not sure =\
Tags: Newt & Champion & Vioxes
