06-11-2021, 09:44 PM
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The sound of movement greets their ears. They blink, falling completely still for all of a few seconds as if they'd suddenly been frozen, before still forming muscle and flesh pulls taut over old new bones as they turn to look at the two.
It's an immediate reaction, as if a lightbulb had just appeared over their head. They don't need introductions, they know all, they see all, but they suppose it would be rude.
Their mouth curls into a charming smile, flashing pearly whites at the two, and although it's not an unkind expression it appears almost cruel on their gaunt, angular face. There's no unfriendly intention behind the smile-turned-sneer, judging from the now fully formed lion's relaxed stance.
"I suppose that's what you'd call it- A summoning ritual." their voice rumbles out at last, and it sounds deep, though young. Perhaps a young adult. They conclude that whoever's body they now inhabit, they had only recently become fully mature, perhaps only one or two months beforehand. "Whoever called me here had deemed your... Pitt, very unfortunate, I'm afraid, if you say you are already scarce on resources." They remark, a hair-raising chuckle pulled from their throat at the irony.
They turn again, acknowledging the other creature with an appraising gaze, an amused hum falling from pursed lips as they talk, the over-all friendliness of the situation allowing them to relax further, seating themselves with squared shoulders and a straight spine.
Beezlebub? Like the demon; the insect? They certainly see where the name's inspiration comes from, what with their bee-like resemblance. They choose not to comment on it. Instead, they wonder how to handle the current situation they'd been put in, and subsequently decide to introduce themselves in the mean time. Perhaps the two would give them an ultimatum to choose from themselves. "I have many names to choose from. Your majesty, Famine, The Third Horseman... I believe Marcellus will do just fine, this time around. You may call me Mark." they conclude, the new name rolling from their tongue strangely. They would get used to it. They always do. "As for the flowers, Beezle, I appreciate the offer though I'll have to decline. I doubt nectar has any nutritional value for a lion."
It's an immediate reaction, as if a lightbulb had just appeared over their head. They don't need introductions, they know all, they see all, but they suppose it would be rude.
Their mouth curls into a charming smile, flashing pearly whites at the two, and although it's not an unkind expression it appears almost cruel on their gaunt, angular face. There's no unfriendly intention behind the smile-turned-sneer, judging from the now fully formed lion's relaxed stance.
"I suppose that's what you'd call it- A summoning ritual." their voice rumbles out at last, and it sounds deep, though young. Perhaps a young adult. They conclude that whoever's body they now inhabit, they had only recently become fully mature, perhaps only one or two months beforehand. "Whoever called me here had deemed your... Pitt, very unfortunate, I'm afraid, if you say you are already scarce on resources." They remark, a hair-raising chuckle pulled from their throat at the irony.
They turn again, acknowledging the other creature with an appraising gaze, an amused hum falling from pursed lips as they talk, the over-all friendliness of the situation allowing them to relax further, seating themselves with squared shoulders and a straight spine.
Beezlebub? Like the demon; the insect? They certainly see where the name's inspiration comes from, what with their bee-like resemblance. They choose not to comment on it. Instead, they wonder how to handle the current situation they'd been put in, and subsequently decide to introduce themselves in the mean time. Perhaps the two would give them an ultimatum to choose from themselves. "I have many names to choose from. Your majesty, Famine, The Third Horseman... I believe Marcellus will do just fine, this time around. You may call me Mark." they conclude, the new name rolling from their tongue strangely. They would get used to it. They always do. "As for the flowers, Beezle, I appreciate the offer though I'll have to decline. I doubt nectar has any nutritional value for a lion."
thoughts in italic white + attack in bold black + roleplayed by SYKES