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We'll bring them pain IP: 71.252.173.85 Posted on September 11, 2014 at 01:56:13 AM by Andras
She is quick to show her respects to him. They had not had a formal meeting yet. Astaroth was a stubborn boy, a boy that needed to learn a thing or two, and probably the hard way. Yet he had heard of this woman who trapped his soul, and it made Andras terribly curious. He was not about to let this slide away into the swamps forever.
She reacted to his approach by not running away, and not puffing her chest either. A very reasonable approach. He could respect it. He watched her as she showed submission, showed that she was to be under him, to share her meal with him on this day. She was not to be alone to enjoy her spoils as Andras ripped off his own choice of flesh, the taste of dying life being lapped by his tongue. It was a sweet, satisfying taste. For a long while he wished to destroy every gator in Iromar for the killing of his friend and leader, and even still their blood tastes sweet.
He lifts his head to view her, a touch of meat on his face. Red swirls around his eyes and down his cheek,, adding an intensity to his look naturally as he stares her down, swallowing his mouthful. His eyes narrow, and nares flare in the air.
"Finish. You are the one who took life," he demanded, large paws barely pushing his muscular form back. He had taken what he needed, taken what he wished to take, and tested what he needed to test. It was indeed her kill, her death, and although he forced her to share, it was hers to finish as she sees fit. He awaits her movements, observing every bit of her flesh, judging her if she was to be the one that Astaroth feels for as Andras feels for Lillith. Not a bit like he would hope, not really, but life was often a cruel creature.
"Your name," he asked flatly, licking his chops. He only looks at her a moment more before he takes a look around, wondering if he son lurked in the shadows. He wondered if Astaroth was always watching, always stalking. He wondered and yet he wouldn't expect any less. Astaroth was much like himself. He wondered if this strange bond would affect his son the same. He wanted Astaroth as his heir, as his lasting piece of himself before age begins to cripple his bones in time. Yet, would this girl be his weakness? He snorted as he looked back at her, waiting for her words, waiting to hear her voice, if it is like a songbird or a cougar. What is this girl all about? Well, he was ready to poke and prod...