Wrath

OOC: [ Fun syrinx is fun]



The demon rests in the distance, his gaze transpiring between the two clashing figures, it was not by hostility that they had met, but it was by anger that they were forged. Tongue slides across slavering fangs as the man rises from his perch. Jostling downward he comes towards them, lingering on the side, speculating. Nails tread the earth, tearing it, defiling it, and making sure that it is left shivering from his touch. Finally, he rests yet again, his mind analyzing every swift movement between the two.

a devilish smile curves its way over his jowls, forming a seemingly glasgow apparition and he is left in admiration. They would both be offered a home in Glaciem, and yet he would claim at least one, giving them a firm chance for denial. He didn't deal well with being told no, and he would make no exception for the miniscule vagabonds, the playthings, the peasants, before him. Like a mantra his voice rises, amusement playing over every key, "Fight! Fight! Make him drop dead!"
"Speech!".