06-17-2021, 05:52 PM
ONCE YOU COMMITTED ME
Eyes departed away from the flower. His paw pulled back as his head turned to face the stranger before him. A soft gaze acknowledged the stained, claw-ridden front of the being before him. Aegon's maw grew into a smirk. This was the 'land of the blood,' was it? The first arrival and his ragged appearance only reinforced that point. Needless to say, the horseman's interest was peaked. Not enough to sway him though.
Dark paws shifted in their spot and turned to face Jack head on. "The land of the dead is my realm, so thank you for your contribution," he mentioned nonchalantly. Gloating about his position wasn't ever a pleasure, especially when mystical awe or great fear followed in suit. Instead, subtle references. Nevertheless, he kept his head up and continued to listen.
Alabaster flashed in his face as Jack's lips pulled back into a snarl. His threats seemed empty. There may be some truth to their words, but would it effect death himself? No, no. Not whatsoever. He let silence fall. For a moment, he stood unmoving and just stared. A hollow gaze challenged Jack to move forward as he contemplated his answer. The lion's smile simply grew and awaited the Pittian's so-called 'temper', but nothing came. Not yet at least.
Whether or not he was allowed within the borders was not a concern to him. Other things within the world's fucked up concoction were, but for now a place to rest wouldn't hurt, especially in the presence of such a beastly area. "My name is Aegon. I am looking to take shelter somewhere and I think my specialties might benefit the 'land of the blood,'" he remarked. He was not aware of The Pitt's name, so Aegon would stick with Jack's proclaimed nickname.
His head craned to the side. "Nevertheless, it's a pleasure. Your name is?" Hopefully an answer came soon, along with others to approve his request.
Dark paws shifted in their spot and turned to face Jack head on. "The land of the dead is my realm, so thank you for your contribution," he mentioned nonchalantly. Gloating about his position wasn't ever a pleasure, especially when mystical awe or great fear followed in suit. Instead, subtle references. Nevertheless, he kept his head up and continued to listen.
Alabaster flashed in his face as Jack's lips pulled back into a snarl. His threats seemed empty. There may be some truth to their words, but would it effect death himself? No, no. Not whatsoever. He let silence fall. For a moment, he stood unmoving and just stared. A hollow gaze challenged Jack to move forward as he contemplated his answer. The lion's smile simply grew and awaited the Pittian's so-called 'temper', but nothing came. Not yet at least.
Whether or not he was allowed within the borders was not a concern to him. Other things within the world's fucked up concoction were, but for now a place to rest wouldn't hurt, especially in the presence of such a beastly area. "My name is Aegon. I am looking to take shelter somewhere and I think my specialties might benefit the 'land of the blood,'" he remarked. He was not aware of The Pitt's name, so Aegon would stick with Jack's proclaimed nickname.
His head craned to the side. "Nevertheless, it's a pleasure. Your name is?" Hopefully an answer came soon, along with others to approve his request.
NOW YOU'VE ACQUITTED ME