| Onias
His lip curled at the pervasive scent of sickness that rolled off of this male standing before him. With orange eyes glittering with wicked motives, Onias continued to stare at him, before the other whipped around and told him in very rude terms to mind his own business. The foxlike male laughed, a dark, jaded sort of sound, at the words. It was not the language in particular that upset him, but the way in which it was stated-- how much of an asshole did one have to be to respond to a statement of goodwill in such a way? It was not as if he had never been told such things before by unwilling subjects, but he supposed that such rudeness deserved punishment. Slightly taken aback by the sudden deluge of foul speech, it took the male a moment to respond.
"Now, now." He chuckled, shaking his head, but his voice held no humor. "That was a mistake, my friend." A twisted grin sat upon his face, calculated and cruel, in stark contrast to the crazed look of the other man. It had been some time since he had been able to stretch his wings, and with the mimic at his command he supposed it was not going to be a very complicated task to see some sort of curse to fruition. Besides, was it not undeserved? Was this not his purpose in this world, to punish those who stood against his ritualistic creed? Had the male replied in another manner, perhaps Onias would have taken pity and healed him. But that was not the case.
Onias braced his paws upon the the ground, his claws digging into the soil. A low, rumbling growl emanated from his throat. Perhaps he was not formidable based on appearance alone, but there was a sort of danger to him, a quality unmatched by any physical display of strength. He took a few steps forward. "स्तोप्." (Stop.) The word slithered from his mouth like a serpent. It was a command spoken in the old tongue, one he had taken for himself for ritual, and it was a command that the other man should follow if his mind was weak enough. There was power behind his words, ancient power, and it was not something that could be fooled.
He would give the other man another chance, for now. But based on their initial interaction, Onias did not believe that this would be going very well for him.
If you ain't got money, it can't save your soul.
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