Counting down the minutes till my heartbeat stops
07-19-2014, 11:56 PM
The man's orange eyes would widen themselves when he saw her, though maybe simply to make it so he could see her better. His bulky shoulders would sit back, spine cracking slightly. As his back paw stepped across the tail of the deceased. Her words would reach his dark ears, making his russian tongue slightly slip out. "да, вы похожи на Луну"(Aye, you are like the moon) he would say. But then would relax himself. The shivers that she sent down his spine were different. Not of love but rather in interest of his loyalty. A slight pain would rise in his empty chest cavity before he would answer her. "He was trying to get closer to your throat, he was a threat so I disposed of him, and now offer him. Proof of my loyalty." he said. He sought power from her, sought that craving for the possibility of spreading more blood. This was what the gods had presented to him was it not? Speech, |