Terror to Behold
04-17-2014, 09:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-17-2014, 09:22 PM by Crucifix.)
Crucifix was caught with the inability to speak, and the need to utter words through his vocals. This brute, this beast was something he had not seen before and he was uncertain how one should approach, what words would please such a being. The eyes that fell upon him where cold with menace and that tinge of something akin to hatred that burned against those orbs. A hiss would follow, slipping past fangs in a cold flood of noise, it brought to mind the sound of blood dripping against stone in a hiss of warmth to cold. Crucifix would shiver at all he heard within those tones, the underlining warning and threat and spoke of ripped out throats, of gorged out eyes. ?I did not? He voice was soft but for the mescaline tone, his eyes still upon this great boy before him. ?I am Crucifix, and I did not seek you, nor no who you are.? he admitted softly. He could feel his own body coiling, weary of what might be to come. He did not want to fight this titan, this beast held the taint of blood and death, he stood in his path with the force of fire and Cru knew that despite his own strengths, he did not hold a candle to this beast. He could be tread beneath this boys paws, crushed against that power just as easily as the other might blink. He was no coward, nor pleased with the thoughts of running from battle, in fact, the mere idea burned fire in his own veins. No, he did not want to fight this beast, and yet, could not see himself fleeing from that power. He sigh, a soft hiss between his fangs at this interweb of inability. ?Who are you?? He would ask now, ignore it, ignoring it all, these worries that plagued him. "My sounds""My Soul" |
