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04-19-2023, 08:13 PM
“Me,” he replies, the clack of his teeth nearly snapping off the end of the word, a wry smile softening the blow. He rounds on her with the grace of a predator, his head lowered and tilted to the side, yellow eyes curious as they track up and down, then back up again. One corner of his mouth jerks when he blinks, a subtle gesture of approval. Some might find aversion in the gaunt lines of a creature such as she, and while there is a grotesque sort of air about her in a way he cannot entirely pinpoint, his fascination with the unnatural pulls him closer.
She reeks of Death; not the decaying, maggot-infested sort of death, but the cloying, moth-eaten perfume of dead souls … His gaze shifts from her hollow stare, following the rivulets of blood down her face to her chin, where it drips and gathers at her feet, saturating the earth. The dark stain spreads rapidly, as if it were sentient.
“You’re bleeding. Quite a lot.” He points out the obvious with a jerk of his chin, mismatched ears flicking back and then forward again.
In his perusal of her, he wonders if she is another former denizen of the Chamber. This kingdom has a long and storied past. Though his time here and his family's time here had lasted for generations, there are dozens of bloodlines and individuals who can lay claim to some of its memories. He takes another deep breath, wrinkling his nose at the after-scent of the underworld and not so subtly shifting upwind of her. “You didn't happen to see Niklas where you came from, did you?” he asks, as if they are old friends, absently minding the edges of the bloodstain on the ground.
She reeks of Death; not the decaying, maggot-infested sort of death, but the cloying, moth-eaten perfume of dead souls … His gaze shifts from her hollow stare, following the rivulets of blood down her face to her chin, where it drips and gathers at her feet, saturating the earth. The dark stain spreads rapidly, as if it were sentient.
“You’re bleeding. Quite a lot.” He points out the obvious with a jerk of his chin, mismatched ears flicking back and then forward again.
In his perusal of her, he wonders if she is another former denizen of the Chamber. This kingdom has a long and storied past. Though his time here and his family's time here had lasted for generations, there are dozens of bloodlines and individuals who can lay claim to some of its memories. He takes another deep breath, wrinkling his nose at the after-scent of the underworld and not so subtly shifting upwind of her. “You didn't happen to see Niklas where you came from, did you?” he asks, as if they are old friends, absently minding the edges of the bloodstain on the ground.
@miseria