Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
Kefka
10-31-2020, 01:00 PM
"Some things are worth paining through." It may have been honest but his true intentions hard to read. Though an intelligent woman like Lurid may have been able to look through his facade and mask. Was it the sex or the goddess? He couldn't tell himself. Perhaps she put a spell on him without him knowing it. Her offer to listen sounded quite boring to him. And he wasn't entirely sure about tying himself down somewhere in the long run. The only thing he truly wanted was to be brought back to the Abraxas and starting over there. But the more he thought of it, the more he wasn't sure if it was right for him specifically. Had Agria taking him from the empire tainted him? "Well, I'm flattered. I'm needed?" He'd start to walk back the way they came, expecting her to follow. Though he wasn't physically showing, he was keeping rack of her scent on the walls that she had rubbed on. Though it may have looked like he just magically knew the way back, he was secretly just keeping track of where the enchantress had been and she could have known that easily. Their time together fading in the thought of seduction and lust. And secretly, Kefka couldn't wait to escape the catacombs and head back home from her deceiving manor. |
!Rated R! For language and sexual themes. Prone to violence.
Scent: Roses Alignment: Chaotic Evil Season: Winter Status: Single (Heterosexual) Height: 40 inches Home: Grapevine Cathedral Maims: Sheath scarring, barely noticeable unless someone is actually looking there while he is belly-up Important Details: |