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Despite all this, his face is unwavering and cold - emotionless. He spits the contents of his mouth onto the ground before him <i>(mud as black as night, still wet from saliva)</i>, wrinkling his nose and licking his lips with distaste as he attempts to rid himself of the flavor of salt and death that stains his tongue. From beneath a hooded brow, he glares up at Carnage expectantly, his eyes bloodshot from seeing the deepest cavern of the ocean with eyes that are not meant for such things.
Warrick says nothing. He will only speak to the dark god unless absolutely necessary.
</br></br><div class="toni_quote">WARRICK</div></div></div></div></center>
@[Carnage]
Despite all this, his face is unwavering and cold - emotionless. He spits the contents of his mouth onto the ground before him <i>(mud as black as night, still wet from saliva)</i>, wrinkling his nose and licking his lips with distaste as he attempts to rid himself of the flavor of salt and death that stains his tongue. From beneath a hooded brow, he glares up at Carnage expectantly, his eyes bloodshot from seeing the deepest cavern of the ocean with eyes that are not meant for such things.
Warrick says nothing. He will only speak to the dark god unless absolutely necessary.
</br></br><div class="toni_quote">WARRICK</div></div></div></div></center>
@[Carnage]