I'm Feeling Lower Than The Rent On A Burning Building
“My my…” He purred as he approached his sister. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost dear Pinky Py.” He all but sang, his massive form stepping from the darkness to approach her, his wide grin all but splitting his face in two.
Pyralis was a welcome sight to the ripper, something he could associate as the family he had left behind but might not gut him on sight. Well, he hoped not anyway. Fights were messy and he was getting older. He noticed immediately that the woman appeared quite different from the wild and voracious sister he had once known. Had motherhood changed her so much? Or had he simply not known her at all. It was hard to say, and admittedly he hadn’t spent as much time with his family as he would have liked before his favorite plaything had escaped and he had unsuccessfully tried to reclaim it.
A fools errand, but he was not above believing himself to be a fool. He stepped toward her with a soft chuckle and slowly began to wander between the stones with the weightlessness and forboding of a wraith. |
