Fear the reaper, or be stupid and don't

Lurid watched the hair along his spine begin to rise as did his tail, teeth bared he rounded on her. There was no movement from Lurid, where most would have recoiled or flinched, she was calm and collected. Though he may seem a savage to some, Lurid knew the real Mortem. He was a savage, a brutal killing machine with only one tiny off-switch. When the family needed someone butchered, Mortem was often the one who found himself in the executioner role. His brutality had often been on display with Old Mirovis, a graphic reminder to those who wished to challenge the Amarix rule not to cross them. He often gave her the hides of his kills, dark offerings to his patron goddess. She stood there, staring death in the face, and dared to smile. She had found Mortem! Blinking the blood from his eyes, Mortem seemed to relax a bit, taking on a more suitable posture even though he did hesitate. She could see the disbelief in his abysmal face and could tell from the blood still in his eyes that he wasn't fully seeing her. Lurid could understand the shock of seeing her ghostly golden form, but the way he spoke to her rubbed her wrong. "Sic deam tuam alloqueris" She took a step forward, towards him so that he could see her eyes through the bloody haze.

She could hardly believe he questioned her, though it wasn't entirely his fault. The shock and disbelief that had presented on his face was enough for her to know she had taken him by surprise. Holographic white-to-lavender eyes fall to the tangled mess of what used to be a wolf by the looks of it. "Hoccine sacrificium est pro me?" She moved closer to Mortem, so that his other senses could kick in and he could smell her perfume of butterscotch and rum, a signature scent. Upon doing so, she moved close enough to smell his own cologne and the scents he carried with him. One she knew as Vermin's stench, a childhood friend of Mortem. That was when she recognized the body behind him, or rather, what was left of it. There was something else beneath all the recent death and carnage, and when she scented it, she simply stared into the obsidian pools of his gaze and waited for him to explain what she was smelling.