Needle in your side

Patrols. It was a large part of his life and one that he admitted to enjoying. It was nice to have the time to one's self, especially now that he was in Amenti. The air was fresh among the redwoods now that it was spring. He had unwittingly adjusted to the change and was beginning to feel at home in the tall woodland. There was another caller and at the end of the cry Deteste was already on route to approach. It was strange how different this ritual was in Amenti and just how quickly Deteste had settled into it. There was no intriguing conversation or kind words to exchange. Any could join Amenti. What Deteste did watch carefully were those whom ascended the ranks and even in that situation he was wary to trust only holding Medusa and Laxago close to him.


At last Deteste spied the stranger in the distance and accompanying him was Medusa. She was an active leader and to Deteste's standards she was doing exceptionally well so far but he could not yet adjust to her... unorthodox method of casual interaction. So upon arriving and catching Zalin's raunchy jest he shed a sharp glance at the man and spoke, I'm afraid that won't be necessary. Deteste wasn't quite sure what he meant by these words and was somewhat surprised that he had said them but his expression remained languid. What most of these characters wanted was a reaction. An annoyance. Attention. And Deteste was especially good at not giving this to them. Granted that their antics did little to interest or bother him anyway. He turned to Medusa, nodding at her before speaking again Master of Amenti. the title was spoken flatly and only at the end of the claim did Deteste return his glance to the caller.