In Which Pyralis Talks To Herself [AW]
He glided into a narrow channel hemmed in by mountain walls, forested down to the water's edge, where there was no distant view, and the Luciferian King attention was concentrated on the objects close to him--the crowded spires of the spruces and hemlocks rising higher and higher on the steep green slopes; stripes of paler green where winter avalanches have cleared away the trees, allowing grasses and willows to spring up; zigzags of cascades appearing and disappearing among the bushes and trees; short, steep glens with brawling streams hidden beneath alder and dogwood, seen only where they emerge on the brown algae of the shore. It was a sight the incubus has not laid eyes on in a long time. He was a philosophical beast, a legend, a myth upon his own kid of a God long forgotten by time, humanized by his desire to dominate, a craving effort to be known at the top of the food chain. Aggressive in the subtle ways of an observant monster, he was quiet and watchful as mile-long legs carried him further upon this unfamiliar land, ever waiting for the opportunity to strike, a snake coiled at the ready, ever prepared to exert his strength upon the petty fools who get in his way. Perfume invaded the nostrilsof the hellion, ears erect on top of his cranium as his muscle tensed, there was someone else here. Calculated steps were made in the direction of the dulcet aroma that hang in the air, a few sniffs here and there to make sure he was on the right path towards the strange woman but before the Luciferian King had her in his silver sight his auditory system caught the feminine voice. Was there another with her? He scented the air once again, tasted it on his plush tongue but nothing, it was impossible to have another lupine in her vecinity without him noticing. It was then that grey optics caught the feminine frame of the canine and noticed she was performing a monologue. You do that often? he questioned in deep baritones, each syllable coated in heavy egyptian accents as he descended towards her.
" words of a god"
"words of ramses"
Mature themed character; thread at your own risk
Ramses is a 50" venemous Cottonmouth snake present all the time unless stated otherwise