Dark Lord Yawgmoth
*Turning towards the voice he smirked a little seeing Trygon. Just yesterday he had been the one person Yawgmoth didn''t want to get involved with fearing a conflict of interests would result in their having a brawl. But Angel had changed his view of things for the time being so Trygon was a welcome sight*
Trygon *he said with a nod*
Tell us something *he said walking to sit down at the bar with the dragon*
We were told that Angel and Zero saved Crow yet we distinctly remember your scent in that room. Did they save her. Or did you?"Ah, my, no. I did not save them, but neither was Zero involved, no... Crow''s past wants her back..."
Trygon idly carves on the bartop with a talon.
"If Crow pulls away from you, it''s because she was forced to. Most fortunatly, I was not mentioned."
He tilts his hand, the carving becoming more then an idle distraction.
"I don''t think Slaanesh realizes that I''m going to be fighting his host soon... I also don''t think he realizes how torqued off I am by this."
Final little bits of shading are laid down...
"You failed to protect her. I am
severely dissapointed."
Trygon pulls his hand away, and looks down at the small mural of a dragon locked in combat with a strange man wearing tattered wrappings.
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