TAKE WHAT I CAN GET / territory decorating

[BUBONICPLAGUE]

[align=center][div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Over the years, holidays had become considerably drab to the demon. They were far less primitive than they once were he supposed, but as time went on he found it all painfully repetitive and annoying. Bubonicplague had always been something of a Grinch. He cared not for the days of the year that roused cheer and pointless celebration among mortals; in the past he had even done what he could to prevent the festivity, but his efforts were for null. Mortals would find cause for celebration anywhere. A rather annoying trait, really, but it was almost... admirable.

The call for decorations was one that incited a curl of the decaying beast's lip. There was no escaping it, was there? He was forever cursed to live among the din of the holiday season. He breathed a heavy sigh as he pulled himself from the ashen earth, long legs stretching before him as he loped to the beach toward Goldenluxury's voice. There was a pang of disappointment that hit his cold heart as he remembered her having stepped up to captain after Pincher had resigned the position. A shame, but he hoped that at the very least, now he would have a slightly better chance at getting close to the male. A friendship (perhaps that wasn't the right word for his intentions) between the two would be beneficial for him, regardless of whether or not the other was leader.

He approached the scene in silence, stopping a generous distance away. Ears twitched as he listened before his sightless gaze drifted to Skeleton Key. A scornful snort left Bubonicplague at the questions. "Why? In the spirit of Christmas, of course," The demon rumbled out. He exhaled a cloud of smoke and gave a scoff. "A horribly festive little holiday centered about religion. I don't suppose there are any crucifixes or bibles in those crates of yours?" A heavy paw thrust forward to point at the large boxes, one brow raised almost accusingly. The words were sewn with a mocking tone. While it would be a good way to pass time, the enormous creature had already decided he would not participate. He seated himself where he was and wrinkled his nose at the crates.