Come out.
05-01-2014, 06:13 PM
Slowly the fallen god turns his head toward his semi-divine sister, beaten, starved, and yet here she was, still standing in front of him. "Sur-vi-vor, he proudly states, his tail curling over his back and then shaking in agreement as he hails her the survivor. "You are stron-ger than he, pr-ay, where is this male that would touch a demigod-dess? He doesn't deserve to live...we shall pl-ah with him."[/b} Imonde coos, his eyes shadowing as he lowers his body down to the ground and then stretches out as he sprawls himself upon the ground.
As she sits the male turns his head toward her, brows drawing together as he listens to her next question. He only rumbles quietly under his breath, head tilting toward the sky before coming back level to glance at her. [b]"We have been kil-ling, art takes prac-tice." Imonde answers in a deep pleasurable rumble, as if just the word and mention of slaughter was enough to bring him a slice of the heavens he was so wrongfully cast out of. We left fat-her just a bit after you did," he finishes, clipping the words as he nods toward her.
As she sits the male turns his head toward her, brows drawing together as he listens to her next question. He only rumbles quietly under his breath, head tilting toward the sky before coming back level to glance at her. [b]"We have been kil-ling, art takes prac-tice." Imonde answers in a deep pleasurable rumble, as if just the word and mention of slaughter was enough to bring him a slice of the heavens he was so wrongfully cast out of. We left fat-her just a bit after you did," he finishes, clipping the words as he nods toward her.