Be It Thunder Or Rain
02-18-2018, 10:57 AM
Gold up in my, gold up in my teeth
I'mma bite your feelings out
I'mma bite your feelings out
Exotic flowers swayed all around the Luciferian King, their scent cloying and the longer he focused on them the more confusing the trails became. Perhaps that was the point, for those who aimed to travel deeper in search of the oasis so many spoke of. He was not one of those creatures. Nevertheless the blooms wished to tempt him with their colorful palettes and thick perfume. He tipped his chin up, hoping for a breath of fresh air but finding it exceedingly difficult to find yet he made this easily his home, so familiar and yet so different. Everything around him was a thick, undefined sheet of emerald, no telling marks and no trampled passages seen by many a traveler. Even still, it was certainly not the worst place to be he settles, he could have been out there , in the open desert, freezing his tail off. Instead of freezing his voluptous, unnatural long tail swayed gently behind him. was not completely dehydrated I was slowly getting to that point once again. Silence settled around him, nothing but the creaks and groans of the old trees. Something shifted; the very air seemed to change as minutes passed before Ramses question went unanswered. Was there something out there? Snakes seem to have a more eager vision. It caused him to pause, silver eyes narrowing slightly and ears hearkening to his surroundings. ‘Who is this?’ the sultry voice wove its way through the thick silence. He found myself twitching at the sound, cranium swinging around towards the source and muscles tensing at the suddenness of the intrusion. The one who had spoken walked nimbly towards them. Her angled features and angelic presence seemed supremely unfit for such a wild backdrop they found ourselves in. He recognized her in an instant, her scent changed due to the many days (or was it months?) remaining in the surroundings of this new land but there was no mistake that this was his offspring. "It's been a long time since I last saw you, Nephthys." dark baritones escaped the incubus jowls before long, remaining seated, tail curling around his paws as he eyes her from head to toe. "SSo it wasss you, ssspawn." the companion saluted their new company in the best way he knew, insulting.
" words of a god"
"words of ramses"
" 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