05-15-2018, 10:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-15-2018, 10:35 AM by Modicum Mortem.)
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As she turns to leave, red hot anger pulsates throughout the small frame of his body. He was different - unlike those other kings, he did not fear chaos. He thrives on it. He thrives on turning Beqanna into a living pit of despair, of turning peace on its head. Who was she to think she knew him?
He catches up to her, legs pulling him until he is planted firmly in front of her figure. “Then what did you come here for, Demon Queen?” He growls, pushing the bulk of his chest up against hers, attempting to back her into the heart of his forest once more. “The others can’t handle your curse -” He drinks in the curve of her growing wings, the spines growing on her head. “ - And unlike them I’m not afraid. Not of you, not of anyone.” His heart is racing as he stands in her aura. The longer he lingers, the faster it beats, sending a sharp pain throughout his left shoulder. “I’ve faced death one before, I’ve held his hand, lingered within the darkness. You think I care about playthings?” The pain is excruciating now, Mortem takes short, rapid breaths. He will not leave until she understands just who he is. “I care about power. I care about loyalty. And I care about death, Demon Queen. I can give you all of this.” He is looking into her eyes now, nostrils flared, taking in What air he could muster as his heart pounds inside his skull.
@[Astarael] alright so she literally gives him a heart attack. Taking this liberty because her fear aura is strong and Morty’s heart was already racing so as he comes closer it grows stronger. Let me know if anything needs changed. He wants her oh yeahhhh
As she turns to leave, red hot anger pulsates throughout the small frame of his body. He was different - unlike those other kings, he did not fear chaos. He thrives on it. He thrives on turning Beqanna into a living pit of despair, of turning peace on its head. Who was she to think she knew him?
He catches up to her, legs pulling him until he is planted firmly in front of her figure. “Then what did you come here for, Demon Queen?” He growls, pushing the bulk of his chest up against hers, attempting to back her into the heart of his forest once more. “The others can’t handle your curse -” He drinks in the curve of her growing wings, the spines growing on her head. “ - And unlike them I’m not afraid. Not of you, not of anyone.” His heart is racing as he stands in her aura. The longer he lingers, the faster it beats, sending a sharp pain throughout his left shoulder. “I’ve faced death one before, I’ve held his hand, lingered within the darkness. You think I care about playthings?” The pain is excruciating now, Mortem takes short, rapid breaths. He will not leave until she understands just who he is. “I care about power. I care about loyalty. And I care about death, Demon Queen. I can give you all of this.” He is looking into her eyes now, nostrils flared, taking in What air he could muster as his heart pounds inside his skull.
Modicum Mortem
@[Astarael] alright so she literally gives him a heart attack. Taking this liberty because her fear aura is strong and Morty’s heart was already racing so as he comes closer it grows stronger. Let me know if anything needs changed. He wants her oh yeahhhh
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