[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]

OC TEXT


IC TEXT | IC opinions only

alwaysdead's conversation with him had sparked an interest in the panther, motivated him. it had been a while since he had talked to asmodeus and with each day passing and the world growing more and more dangerous as it is, jormungand decided to do something for him. not the greatest artist by a long shot, but still, the effort counted.
early morning the panther had set out into pittian territory to hunt, claiming prey that were bursting with crimson lifeblood just for him to use. he had brought a little satchel to fit them all in, and it was noon when he lumbered back into the camp and made a beeline for his house. setting the animals down outside of it before going inside to retrieve some wine, a small grin playing on his maw as he envisioned what he would paint his son.

he knew asmodeus and him shared similar interests, but that was about it. he did not know nearly enough about his son than he liked. did asmodeus even like anyone? perhaps it could spur him into action, a present from his father. maybe a hint for a gift for someone he has an eye on... his claw hooked out a dead bird and he sliced it open gently, dipping his paw into the belly of the animal to get it stained with the color that his son loved.