I would appreciate if you didn't try and start a revolt here today. Azrael's voice was smooth entering through his bond. The brown seemed to huff a bit before turning his attention to following his rider, keeping an eye on the man as he moved through the crowds. These peons need to realize how they are living... These 'peons' are the ones keeping Thread from destroying the world. I believe they are doing quite well. Perhaps we need a bit of chaos and destruction.
The man tuned his dragon out at that point. Eldwinth had always been a strange dragon, enjoying the chaos that happened with death and destruction. Thread returning hadn't scared the brown, he had openly laughed about it. The twisted thoughts of his mind matched perfectly with the twisted appearance of his rider. Of course, Azrael did everything he could to make sure no one could actually see his appearance.
He was tall, standing at six foot and four inches and very slender. His frame did not show off just how strong he actually was. He was dressed in black from head to toe, with white bandages wrapped enough around his face to hide every thing but the eyes, and a black bandanna went over the lower part of his face. His black hair was slicked back and his gloved hands were in his pockets as he moved along, ignoring any of the looks he got from those around him.
Why are we here again? There was sigh. There is a crafter here who I believe could make an ornate and simple mask for me to wear, instead of these bandages. Or you could just forgo all of that and... Enough! we are not having this conversation right now. The sharp words were enough to shut Eldwinth up, and Azrael never lost his composure. As I was saying, I am looking to get a mask made, as well as get a couple of new strings for my violin and spices that can only be gotten around here. He paused as he was walking. The only problem is...I seem to not remember where it was said the crafter was...
Z o m b i k ii
Strickenized
