Snowy Paw Prints

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The demon rolled through the hills, the snowy tundra something he was not used to, and yet it was something he was willing to grow trusted with. Rumor had it winters were harsh, and fact of the matter was, Syrinx would definitely find some truth to such a saying, regardless of his thoughts, he had a job, as a king, to do. A Slick smile would flee from his grasp as he caught the scent of another and immediately he would transpire down the hills into the other's way. A firm look of disdain would cross his visage and he would attempt to bring his shoulder into the other's side, hopefully turning him over and allowing the massive red man to have him pinned on the ground.

Should he had the chance a hiss would have erupted from his lungs, instead, words of else spring forward, gracing the man's ears, "You trespass, did you come to pull your own or did you come to set my kingdom ablaze?" the latter would result in the man being pulled into Glaciem, though, the latter would also be forged in fires and it would certainly land him in a spot of trouble. Syrinx could use a henchman, and without playing the cards properly, how perfect the man would be.

"Speech!".