BITCH IM ALIVE, THE DEVIL IS A LIE
02-11-2014, 02:28 PM
His eyes would narrow as he watched her observe his skeleton, every voice in his head screaming to cleave her apart. How dare she intrude on his privacy, then go so close to his prized possession? Murderous schemes flooded his mind, lips curling unconsciously as he took a step forward, a low growl bubbling within his throat. It was a warning, she needed to back off or he would react as a feral monster would. He would attack. Suddenly she would raise her skull and inquire a question. Audits would flip forward as she gave a name, and he would embed it into the folds of his mind. "Cataleya. Cataleya. Cataleya." "C-cataleya." He would repeat in a jumbled manner despite the three times he had repeated it to himself in his head. His eyes were still narrowed despite his jumbled words, and his defensive posture had not changed. "L-leave. I do n-not want you here." Words would slip forth with a growl, because despite his young age he did not fear this older, and larger woman. He had learned many things about the body during his experiments, and now he knew exactly where to slice to kill her as quickly as possible. His knowledge made him fearless, and we would not reconsider using it if needed. Speech, |