DOESN'T IT HURT - open; visitor

[MATUAH]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:lightgrey;"]Leisurely walks always helped to clear his head of the noise. The white static that forever invaded his head, soft voices murmuring gently through the fog though he had no real way of understanding what they were saying. If anything they had driven him to a strange point, a crack in his sanity that wasn't often seen but perhaps in the dark recesses when he was alone. His thick paws moved, the scales upon them glittered darkly against the backdrop of the moonlight that reflected off of them and he allowed his head to lift up and just take in the sweet night air. It was normal, natural really and he enjoyed the way it felt against his body. The night was always like a sweet caress to him and when most other's slept he roamed the halls of his beloved university as if a haunting himself. Ah, but that was enough about what he did and rather he was of sound mind or not. No, the strange creature had come forth to take not of the well off groups around him. Information was like a lure and one he did not expect to ignore, not so long as he breathed and walked this grand earth that had been designed in such a way to invite upon it such interesting tales. A slow grin spread over his muzzle thin, scars shifting underneath ashen white fur as he paused at the jungle and allowed his violet hues to focus upon the dense trees.

A feeling, like tickling upon his back cause a barely noticeable twitch to jerk his cheek. For a moment his ear shifted back slowly as if listening to something although there was hardly an audible sound that would matter. "Yes, I don't particularly care if you come up to look. But please be courteous. After all I'm hoping for a cordial meeting." After all, after all, indeed. Though if a problem did arise he was sure that he could be more then persuasive in the matter and if not then he would allow bygones to be bygones. Not much else he could do unless they attempted to threaten him with meager torture. His body was nothing more than a hollow shell in which he continued to live and thrive in. The pain from it would not hinder his purpose and so slowly the beast would sit down as long white legs began to appear over his shoulder. The large spider intended to be around for this meeting and the Reaper had no issues so long as he remained pleasant. It's pale pink eyes shifted and roamed over the enviornment and he allowed for himself to perch there, not humble to listen for too long but enough to just be for a little while. The mutated beast however was calm and quiet as he lifted his head as wind shifted the leaves of the jungle before him. "Oh great Pitt, you have a guest that has arrived on your doorstep. Do be so kind as to make a punctual gathering."