10-03-2018, 01:08 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]bubonicplague had always hated ambassador visits. whether he was the one visiting or it was someone coming to them, the task was so tedious and often ended in awkward, uncomfortable small talk in which either party knew what the hell to say next. checking up on groups that would either one day do something to piss you off or the other way around; alliances didn't last. he'd seen more than plenty crumble in his life, most over a petty misunderstanding that could have been fixed rather easily.
ah, but that was not the way of the mortals of this pathetic little planet, was it? no, they all sought out trouble wherever they went, even in the comfort of their own homes and alliances. they craved to fight, to sink tooth and claw into another living being's flesh and tear apart. it was amusing in some ways. almost depressing in most. did mortal beings have no better way to spend their time?
of course they don't.
the dire wolf approached in relative silence, pausing some steps away from the snowbound member. he remembered his stay there; short and full of nuisances and an offer of hot chocolate at least three times a day. how could they live like that? though he enjoyed the cold climate compared to the garish heat of a desert or mild humidity of the ascendants' territory, the snowbound was simply too kind for his tastes.
bubonicplague kept quiet. he was not eager to speak, and at that moment he was wondering why he even bothered to show up to greet this ambassador. especially before anyone else had. he hated it. he should have stayed in his room. "oh, we're just peachy." the demon drawled out plainly. sightless eyes peered down at the bunny for some moments, staring coldly, before he dipped his head down into the basket to nose out a cupcake.
he retrieved one with relative ease and, though he hated sweets, he could see through the girl's charade. with hot sauce strong on his tongue, bubonicplague simply held his blind eyes on the little creature, and swallowed the spiked treat without trouble. "delicious." he rumbled. "thanks for coming. bye." would she leave immediately? he doubted it, but hey, how fuckin' funny would that be. the dire wolf twitched an ear before turning and padding away. off to chug hot sauce, because he wanted more.
ah, but that was not the way of the mortals of this pathetic little planet, was it? no, they all sought out trouble wherever they went, even in the comfort of their own homes and alliances. they craved to fight, to sink tooth and claw into another living being's flesh and tear apart. it was amusing in some ways. almost depressing in most. did mortal beings have no better way to spend their time?
of course they don't.
the dire wolf approached in relative silence, pausing some steps away from the snowbound member. he remembered his stay there; short and full of nuisances and an offer of hot chocolate at least three times a day. how could they live like that? though he enjoyed the cold climate compared to the garish heat of a desert or mild humidity of the ascendants' territory, the snowbound was simply too kind for his tastes.
bubonicplague kept quiet. he was not eager to speak, and at that moment he was wondering why he even bothered to show up to greet this ambassador. especially before anyone else had. he hated it. he should have stayed in his room. "oh, we're just peachy." the demon drawled out plainly. sightless eyes peered down at the bunny for some moments, staring coldly, before he dipped his head down into the basket to nose out a cupcake.
he retrieved one with relative ease and, though he hated sweets, he could see through the girl's charade. with hot sauce strong on his tongue, bubonicplague simply held his blind eyes on the little creature, and swallowed the spiked treat without trouble. "delicious." he rumbled. "thanks for coming. bye." would she leave immediately? he doubted it, but hey, how fuckin' funny would that be. the dire wolf twitched an ear before turning and padding away. off to chug hot sauce, because he wanted more.
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I AM THE END OF ALL THINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.