The Secret Side Of Me

*Apocalypse* · 06-09-2014, 02:20 PM

Apocalypse grimaced as a new chant lingered in the atmosphere around the pair, his framework slightly tensing. His auds flickered as he turned his summit over his shoulder; his crimson gaze resting on the ivory miss whom had approached the pair. He stood and shook his obsidian cloak free of debris that had gathered along his hide, striding towards the regal being.

He gave a low snort towards Rakshra, a mocking pool of emotion seeming to swim through his optics has he processed her new attitude. Ignoring Rakshra's past remark, Apocalypse addressed only towards the pearl hued madam. "Of course. I was in hopes of joining," Apocalypse stated; his tone formal and hanging within the atmosphere before fading in the canopy's hanging above the trio. "I am Apocalypse." He conformed, giving a slight nod of his cranium and staying stood, his talons grazing the earth slightly.

"I hope we're no trouble..." Apocalypse said, his tone slightly low. He stole another sharp look towards Rakshra, narrowing his optics in what seemed to be amusement and looked back towards the regal canine. Apocalypse allowed himself to trail off in silence as he studied the trails of crimson liquid running down the foreigners visage; surely it'd be rude of him to ask about. He shrugged it off, suddenly remembering a proportion of the wolves within the divisions had been ill.

The muscles beneath his darkened somber pelt remained at a stand still; occasionally becoming emphasized as the flurry's that contoured past his build shifted his pelt and the tousled coat that lay among his platform.

Speech,

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