The beast with the feline tail drops his large head, the spiraled antlers that jut from his skull becoming much more intimidating at this low level than they had seconds ago. You've witnessed all kinds of single and multiple crowned faces, but not as -for some reason- intimidating as these ones. Perhaps it was just the angle that they faced, or maybe the overall lack of care that this creature showed. Not many strangers come and pop a squat next to you as soon as they notice that disgusting glossy stare that hangs in your eyes like battered curtains over a dirty window... Make that a dirty, broken window.. With black mold growing in the corners. That sounds about right.

Rough vocals and some foreign accent sprinkle the brute's sentence, explaining his thought on the mysterious eggs that we both curl around comfortingly; like the daddy King penguin while mom went out to get enough food for the lot of us. Though in this case, there is no family oriented mommy to baby both of you, just you and that egg full of yolk and god knows what. A chuckle slips through burgendy lips, hot breath rolling across your pretty egg, "I suppose you're right." the image of a massive bird cuddling back into her nest to find that one is missing makes us giggle, the additional and very over dramatic reaction that plays in your brain like a bad movie full of shifty actors.. Only the actors are just a pissed off bird and her eggs.. We suppose you can be a shitty director to the movies! Or is that just is and you're the camera?

"I'm Rostislav," the burly male states, his accent still tugging your brain in toward him like a teen age boy to their first porno. "You?" Silently you blink, black eyelids sliding over cloudy pools slowly before you realize that he is in fact speaking to YOU. You, he's asking who you are? Your name, boy. Fucking idiot.. we spit hot saliva onto the base of your skull in shame, cackling amongst ourselves. "Voodoo!" you nearly shout as you try to speak over us, "My name is Voodoo." Your eyes drop to the egg stuck between his fuzzy legs, a jug propped upright with the help of a rope coming into view for the the first time. Not into view so much as being noticed. Curious eyes flicker back up to your new aquaintence's face.

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