On the bodies of the damned

N/A · 01-17-2014, 09:37 PM

There was nothing Ravage loved more than a lunatic, especially when they were this charming. The smokey devil preferred the company of the less than sane, she was drawn to their often chaotic thoughts and violent actions. The irrevocably deranged also tended to be much easier to manipulate, which Ravage just couldn't help taking advantage of. And there was clearly something off about the character which lay before her, his use of pronouns were proof enough of that.

Ravage smiled obligingly at her black and white host and took a seat beside him,
"Then it will be my pleasure to grace you with my presence." All of her senses were acutely focused on Jaeger; she still half expected him to turn on her and rip her throat out. But outwardly she would show little concern. "My name is Ravage Azathoth."

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