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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2016 23:16:36 GMT -8
The demon couldn't keep a growl from rumbling in his throat - her resistance only spurred him into desire to take her even more. She had a very lovely figure, and he very much wanted to ravish and break it. His gaze remained steady, attempting to drill into her own if she were to look at him again. He had captivated her for just a moment, and the contact broke it. He made the note - now he just needed her again. He had convinced himself that all he needed was just a little more, and he would have her bent over the counter within minutes.
And then Vain asked her to retreat to the kitchen... damn his friend all to hell, he wanted to turn around and break his wings off - and then beat him to near death with them. But he remained cool and collected on the surface, with hope to capture her again with molten chocolate eyes that were obviously wet with desire. "Come now, my lady," he purrs to her, straining just a touch to keep himself in check. "A fool would deny herself a simple pleasure in this world, and it is very clear you are no fool. I'm simply wishing to give you that desirable experience, is all. It's perfectly natural, after all. No strings attached or a promise. Just a lovely little time," he hisses softly, leaning forward just a bit over the counter towards her. "A little fun to liven your day~"
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Shosanna
New
Roleplay posts: 5 
Age: 33.
Registered: May 10, 2016 8:55:38 GMT -8
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Post by Shosanna on May 11, 2016 16:37:54 GMT -8
Having already freed herself once of whatever trickery Praxnihr had been using on her, Shosanna found herself far more aware of and thus resistant to his charms. She leered at his second attempt, stepping back further away from the counter and shaking her head at him. "No, I will absolutely not be going anywhere or doing anything with you," she declared in vexation, before snatching up a cloth and going back to wiping the shelves behind the counter. "And I would very much appreciate it if you would stop this behaviour now, for you are not only being perverse but also annoying, creepy and uncomfortable."
After saying that, her eyes passed across to the second man who asked for cake. "Right now? Unfortunately I can't as I'm working and ingredients need to be bought, but if you're not willing to wait until tomorrow I'm sure there are many bakeries and restaurants that can give you what you want. A shame too, for I love to bake and if you don't mind a little bragging on my part they say that my cakes are like what the angels make."
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Kirian Krysin
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: A young warrior and minor noble who believes greatly in justice and honour. He roams the land looking for someone worthy to serve with his martial skills, which he has been honing for most of his life.
His preferred weapon is the spear and he is known as an excellent cavalryman, known among his peers for leading the charge from the front and being capable of breaking through strong defences - alone if need be. He is also a surprisingly able leader and tactician, though strategy isn't his strongest suit.
Registered: Jul 31, 2015 13:22:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kirian Krysin on May 11, 2016 16:40:45 GMT -8
Krysin had remained silent during the exchange for the reason of not paying attention to it, but the woman who suddenly came to sit next to him caused him to look up from his drink and pay attention for the first time in several minutes. "Good evening," he replied before taking another swig of his ale.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2016 19:26:14 GMT -8
Praxnihr was left with nothing to do but dislodge his claws from the counter's surface - not even aware that he had clenched them - and return to his seat with all the grace and poise he gave on the first trek across the floor. He calmly takes his seat, crosses one leg smoothly over the other, and folds his hands in his lap. His head tilts back, letting the rich red hair tumble off his shoulder and hang behind the chair - eyes easing shut as he entered a visible state of meditation. Inside, his pride took a severe blow - and he wanted to take it out on Vain. But he willed himself to remain calm for now... the day was still early.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 13, 2016 9:12:25 GMT -8
"Aww..."
Vain pouted, slumping down in his seat. He didn't want to go somewhere else, and he didn't want to wait. He wanted his cakes now! After sulking for a few moments, he sat upright and snapped his fingers. A hundred gold pieces spilled out of thin air, clattering and rattling on the worn tavern table.
"You don't really need to do your work right now, hun. I'll pay what it takes. All this gold is yours, if you go out and buy the ingredients and start baking right away."
He grinned, taking a coin and flipping it with shocking accuracy right down the front of Shosanna's corset. It was a fairly impressive technique that he'd spent weeks practicing with some very patient succubi back home.
"C'mon, I really want some cake."
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Violet
Dedicated
Becoming a Mortal Kombat Character
Roleplay posts: 176 
Age: ???
Physical Description: Long dark hair, golden eyes with black irises, curvaceous and sexually attractive body, has fangs, wings, a tail, horns, pointy ears, light purple skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Royal Guard Armor: http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k392/anachronously/The%20Sandbox/Gifts/Violet%20armor.jpg
Player's online availability : Every day
Registered: Aug 15, 2015 20:48:55 GMT -8
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Post by Violet on May 14, 2016 19:38:55 GMT -8
"Name's Violet, you come here often, handsome?" Violet introduced herself with a little flattery while she twirled a lock of hair between her fingers. Her top garments had been arranged to allow more cleavage to be visible.
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Shosanna
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 33.
Registered: May 10, 2016 8:55:38 GMT -8
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Post by Shosanna on May 17, 2016 12:07:34 GMT -8
"Sorry," Shosanna told Vain, while she leaned forwards over the counter and propped her elbows atop it. Business was doing quite well that evening, with most tables taken... Yet she had noticed that since these strange individuals had entered, many people seemed to be avoiding coming to the bar to order refills. Huh.
"I can't take that money, because firstly I can't be assured it's even real and won't disappear after an hour, but secondly and more importantly the entire economy of a free nation like Isra is built around a concept of supply and demand. If you just pump artificial currency into the market, you push up inflation and make money worthless - thus leading to poverty and depravity to the people who live in this city!"
Surprisingly knowledgeable, she was... Though then again, Shosanna always did have that air of mystery around her. She clearly had not always been a bar manager, for she was composed far too well for that. A retirement plan, perhaps? Though that still begged the question as to what she had done before taking over.
"You'll have to wait 'til tomorrow like everyone else. We start serving food about halfway through the afternoon. Would you like a drink?"
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 17, 2016 16:50:22 GMT -8
Vain sighed. Shoshanna's little economics lesson flew straight in one ear and out the other, and all he heard was that she would not be baking any cake. He really wanted cake, but it seemed that he would have to go somewhere else. He nodded, absently.
"Sure, I'll have a drink. I'll take whatever you've got."
Seeing as she didn't react the first time, he amused himself by tossing more coins down her corset. He really was very good at it. Practice makes perfect, after all.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 20:47:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 22:26:02 GMT -8
He wasn't listening, needless to say. Having to stifle his desires was enough to make his jaw clench, and it remained that way. As calm as he might seem on the outside, his wings were twitching regardless and the evidence he was irritated. And being further reprimanded by this female, this human woman... it made him really want to act out. But he was in their realm, and well within view of plenty of people. He had to play by their rules for now.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on May 19, 2016 19:18:23 GMT -8
An elf entered the tavern and made his way to a table. He seemed to ignore everyone in the tavern. He set himself at a table. Just another patron, if not for his company.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on May 19, 2016 19:22:21 GMT -8
A young looking girl in a light cloth dress followed the elf closely behind. She had the wings, tail and horns of a dragon. Some would mistake her for a demon. But anyone who knew dragons knew that the girl was in fact a dragon; a young dragon that had yet to master shapeshifting into a human form. The girl would sit at the same table as the elf.
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Shosanna
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 33.
Registered: May 10, 2016 8:55:38 GMT -8
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Post by Shosanna on May 20, 2016 19:08:21 GMT -8
"Here," Shosanna told Vain, turning and pouring him a mug of ale. "We always order too much honey ale and 90% of the time end up having to throw half a barrel away, so to make up for the lack of cake you can have a pint on the house."
Shosanna seemed to be completely ignoring, if not oblivious to, the coins the demon was throwing down her corset. She smiled all the same, especially to Leiron and Asadrobes who both just entered the establishment. Yet for Vain, the strange and unimaginable seemed to be happening... For every time he flicked a coin into her cleavage, he would feel his pocket get a little heavier. Soon? He would hear the rustle of coinage. After that? He would realize that every coin he flicked down her shirt was somehow reappearing back on his person.
"Here you go," she told him, sliding the ale across to him.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 21, 2016 9:35:09 GMT -8
Vain took a sip of the smooth, sweet ale. It was good, but he preferred mixed drinks. Tossing another coin at Shosanna, he finally noticed the soft clink in his pocket. He reached into the pocket curiously, only to find it weighed down with coins. He pulled out a handful, staring at them, then at Shosanna, then at Shosanna's magical teleporting cleavage. Putting the coins away, he turned to Praxnihr, eyes wide.
"Hey...be careful with this girl, ok? I don't want anything sticky landing in my pockets out of the blue. She's got some kinda magic teleporting thing going on. Watch."
He chucked another coin, holding his pocket open so that Praxnihr could see it reappear.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on May 21, 2016 13:04:08 GMT -8
Leiron, constantly taking in his surroundings, noticed the trick at the same time Vain did. His ear twitched at the sound of clinking gold and he found himself staring at Shosanna's cleavage in curiosity.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on May 22, 2016 12:00:15 GMT -8
Asadobres noticed leiron's staring and when she saw what he was looking at the young dragon blushed. Then she got angry, perhaps through jealously. She grabbed Leiron by one of his ears and drug him out of the tavern. Though small in stature she still had the strength of a dragon.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on May 22, 2016 12:04:37 GMT -8
Leiron, took by surprise, let out and cry in pain as Asadobres grabbed his ear and yanked him from his chair. He shouted at her as she drug him from the tavern, "What did I do? Let go!"
Of course Asadobres wouldn't listen and the last the patrons of the tavern would see of the elf was him being drug away by young girl with a mighty grip on his ear.
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on May 22, 2016 16:11:59 GMT -8
In the corner of the room a shadow deepens, a faint whiff of sulfur wafts in on a breeze that seems to emanate from the corner. Then suddenly a man is there where there wasn't before. He is tall, with a lithe frame, and eyes that shine with demonic cruelty. He is impeccably dressed in a crimson business suit offset with a golden tie. He strides across the room to where Vain is sitting and once he is next to the incubus he smacks him upside the head. Basacial's maliciously cultured voice slithers out dangerously.
"The mortal is right, stop making coin out of nothing."
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 22, 2016 16:22:16 GMT -8
Vain turns around just in time to get smacked by Basacial. Rubbing his head, he looks up at his friend in annoyance.
"Hey! Where did you even come from, Basacial? What was that for, anyway?"
He sighed, putting away the coins. They vanished as he dropped them into his pockets, as to avoid weighing him down. Why did Basacial have to come in and spoil his fun? He didn't even get any cakes. Looking up at Basacial, he asked:
"Why are you even here? Do you just watch me all day or something? I mean, I know I'm super attractive and all, but still. Don't you have anything better to do?"
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on May 23, 2016 18:40:17 GMT -8
An older woman, once beautiful, but now with a more hardened, weathered look stepped into the bar, with a quiver and bow slung across her back, a long dagger strapped to her thigh, and a Sun Marshall badge pinned to her breast. She made her way to the bar, side-stepping any shenanigans with an air of one who has seen the inside of one too many bars in her day.
She took a seat at the bar, ignoring the other patrons and patiently waiting for the bartender to notice to her. Her hand never strayed far from her dagger, certain tyoes in the room were not giving her a good feeling.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 20:47:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2016 17:12:14 GMT -8
Praxnihr finally turned his attention, not when prompted by the magic trick of the woman's cleavage, but by the presence that was there. He felt it, and it made him cringe automatically. A demon lord. His eyes came up to land upon Basacial. He resisted the urge to stand and leave the area - toying with superiors was never a good thing. But rather than draw the man's attention, he opted to remain still and quiet - watching the pair of demons speak... or rather, watch one reprimand the other. His wings came to a calm fold along his back with not a single twitch more and he seemed relatively calm as of this point, even if he was cringing in his skin.
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