burn out in the night- appearance / intro

[align=center][align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: times new roman; color: black;"]If Primus would have known Jervis, they might have been good friends. Primus would have been a good defender in these times, perhaps, even chasing up to Kydobi's rank before Jervis's slaughter. But he wasn't, and time and time again Deldrach had managed to rip him to pieces instead.

Well, here he was.

But instead of what he expected- who knows what Primus Akaodon expected- up approached a small.. fox. A child, even, one that had the nerve to look him in the eye and chastise his appearance. His red eyes drifted across her small form and he just about drooled. What meat on her bones.. yes, that was very good. A chuckle, amused, drifted across his lips and he lowered his head, eyes narrowed gently. "I can be much more ugly. But I wear no mask. Tell me, darling, who speaks for the Pitt now."

Oh, if Primus knew that this child belonged to the grave-eater, then he would've delighted in attacking her back. But for now, Primus held his tongue, be it almost too hard for that. "Whether or not you'd like it, bespawler, I'm here to join." Primus's eyes flashed for a moment, and he almost came the bespawler himself, stomach growling on the low.

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