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02-21-2014, 08:13 PM
He lets her go much to his own surprise, stunned not only by the sudden request but by the urgency he detects in her voice. Bemused and curious against better judgment he trail behind his guide, inevitably falling behind as she quickens the pace yet cloven hooves search their way forth in the same slow march as before; elegant, graceful, but slow. Not much can be done about it. It is not in the nature of this tall, towering youth to let others see him stumble and fall for the sake of naught but impatience. There is too much dignity residing beneath the shimmering midnight skin, far too much pride in that arched neck, thick and powerful beneath cascading silk as it carry the weight of massive crowns. The flowing tail slither unconcerned behind dancing flanks as the mare of blood and murder leave his side, he is perfectly able to follow her by sound and scent, unquestionable and unique in their alluring, acidic stench. Much like Confutatis he heard the screaming of a voice somewhere up ahead, but not until she reacted did he pay heed to it or place significance upon it. Now, as he approached the blood-bound demons there was wariness in his step, a question asked by the chiseled features - that answered itself almost immediately. Would a woman such as she speak with a voice so dangerously sweetened to anyone but a lover or a child? Be it as it may that his joining of her cause had warmed her up considerably compared to the first minutes of their meeting, Morir knew that he was still being tested, much as he had yet to determine the true worth of his future queen. As for the creature she was addressing... Conceit had reverberated through the hysterical screams released from those jaws, and so it was with some skepticism he approached, stopping well beyond the reach of hoof and teeth to listen and judge, partake in what was said. "Family?" deep vocals inquired, effort extended to invoke security upon the guess made based on assumption alone - it would be embarrassing should he make a mistake out loud. What if I say I will never surrender? |
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