Careful now....you don't want to get attached.

A deamon from the pits of hell itself seemed to have nestled itself deep in the soul of the alabaster brute. The god stood at a larger end of the average height, standing tall and proud at thirty-six inches. Large paws had brought him to the eastern region of the lands, through Alacritis still sporting the bite-marks and mild wound he had received from his previous encounters, with others of the lands. Contrasting gaze, observed the forest around him, odd markings framing his intriguingly coloured orbitals. The god was a site to behold, handsome, powerful, everything that a god, even a god of hell should be.

A sweetly intruging smell caught his interest, and he found himself drifting towards it rather unconsciously. Voice, that rang with femineme prowess called out to him, bringing a rather sultry smirk to his jaws as he stepped into the clearing. ?The names Bast? and you are?? Her question prompted a response, not that he was willing to give it. Settling into the clearing, he took her appearance in, his eyes lingering on every curve of her body, taking the sight of her in, nearly tasting her without opening his jaws to even try a piece.

Stopping near her, his jaws would part, the sound leaving them low and monotones.

?Creedance.?

He would offer no more, for if she initiated this conversation, she could drive it.