will you talk to god? | joining

[pallid-i]

There was a low rumble that turned into a loud growl, and milky white eyes narrowed. Then, a masculine voice broke past his lips. "Am I the threat?" The undead creature was male. An incredibly pissed off male.

"He attacked me." He made his way over to them on shaky feet, trembling rather violently. He towered over them and stared, skeletal tail tip twitching. "I was about to become food if it weren't for me being disgusting." He wasn't ashamed of being disgusting. Life was just like that sometimes. You die, you find yourself alive again, and you're rotting.