Fear the reaper, or be stupid and don't
Lurid(Amarix's welcome)
11-30-2023, 11:46 AM
| It's not sin, or a murder for carnal disgrace The reaper was so engrossed in himself as he attempted to get his vision clear to no avail that he hadn't even noticed another standing there watching him work through more than half of it likely. First was the scent getting caught though, Making him freeze with his paw over his eyes. Maybe it had been a scent he had smelled on Vermin though so it could be wrote off. But in the silence came a voice, Latin registering to him but not as another language all in the same instant. The owner of the voice hadn't even registered with him yet. His reaction was instantaneous. Too many wanted him dead or worse. His body turned tail raising, as the fur along his spine came to stand upright. Teeth showing to the would be intruder. But eyes clenched closed from the pain of blood in his eyes. One would think him uncivilized in the moment, but he was not the talker of the family. He was well known for death and reaping those around him. He had just ended the last one that could be near to him that wasn't his own family. Vermin had been aware of Mortem's ticking time bomb nature and when they were younger had made a point to not step on his toes. But he had finally done it. Thus he lost his life. Pity. His body was tensed for mere moments. Then after a few seconds he opened his eyes, vision still blurred but clearer than a moment ago. Moonlight bathed the forms of both of them, one a shadow in the night that could blend into any darkness, the other a shimmering field of moonlight. A goddess among mortals. His face immediately relaxed, teeth and blackened gums covered by his lips. Tail slowly lowering but his fur stayed standing up at his spine. Disbelief painted his face. He had seen this trick once though. So caution would be his next plan. "Dependes, oculos meos fallis, et deam esse me fingis?" His vocals didn't betray his mistrust of the situation. His experience in the past had made him question this moment. She couldn't find him, he had to find her. Obviously. Everything for his spawn rode on that one detail. Though Lurid wouldn't know, not yet. Not unless Vita could be smelled on him, that puppy scent he knew was hard to pick up over the scent of death, and his own cologne. But only time would tell. And if this wasn't Lurid he would dispose of this false goddess. Walk, "Talk", Think |
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