The Secret Side Of Me

*Apocalypse* · 06-08-2014, 07:44 PM

Apocalypse allowed his maroon tainted gaze to narrow at the miss, rolling his optics just slightly. "Perhaps it will in the future." He muttered, his tone hard as he spoke to the canine known as Rakshra. His talons drove through the earths crust once again; causing the skin along his columns and peds to become stretched over the bone and tendons; allow for his muscle to ripple beneath his daunting and somber cloak.

Apocalypse stood casually; allowing his framework to shake just slightly to free his pelt of the undesirable liquid particles that had gathered along his ashen hide due to the murky and saturated atmosphere. He flashed a quaint smile, his lips pulling back to reveal the glistening alabaster surface of his dentition's; for the most part, pure ivory, besides some of which had been stained in the crimson blood of his victims. The impish grin slowly faded, his facade once again emotionless; the usual.

Apocalypse took in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the intake of the oxygen as the air passed through his lungs. Returning his reddened gaze forward, as the sound of the anger laced growl lingered past his figure, Apocalypse stood still - his facade just inches from hers. His eyes narrowed; not quite use to such closeness with another living creature. His expression became aggravated in the slightest; deciding it'd be best to step back. Apocalypse allowed himself to stagger away a step, "I'm sure, soon enough, you'll get used to my disposition. Being kind doesn't exactly help with protection... not like you could take me - so I have no reason to act with such rudness towards you, Rakshra. I just don't socialize very often, nor do I allow myself to act in daily kindness - That is a trait of weakness." He dropped his gaze once again, refusing to look at the madam until she spoke.

Speech,

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