“Hmmm...yes I do suppose it makes me look a tad more imposing...” The darkin scratched at his chin, “Reminds me of flesh torn asunder. Truly miss Maggie you are wiser than you let on.”
“It’s strange though, in all my time here i’ve never once heard off these being used before as a sign of respect on a battlefield. Where did you hear of this from?”
Goes up to Maggie with the fleshlight she gave him tied to one of his horns. "Am i wearing this right?"
It takes all of her willpower to keep a straight face as she examines him.
“Yes. But might I offer another alternative?” She gets onto her tippie toes and slides the tube around one of his horns.
A slow squelch is heard as the clear siliconey device spreads to accomodate the width of the darkin’s horn.
“Yes… perfect.” She steps down and back to view the Darkin.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Hi! Uh, I’m new to tumblr rp, like… BRAND new. I’m still finding things out, and hope to get a lot more comfortable here. I’ve been role playing for roughly 8 years now, and have recently found myself in the League universe.
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"you say that as you bottom for your war god. damn."
“And how would you even know such a thing Kayn? Unless you simply find amusement meddling in my affairs like a child sticking his nose where it shouldn’t belong. I’ll have you know that nobody would ever find me in such a demeaning position, least of all with her.”
The Twenty-ninth Spirit is Astaroth. He is a Mighty, Strong Duke, and appeareth in the Form of an hurtful Angel riding on an Infernal Beast like a Dragon, and carrying in his right hand a Viper. Thou must in no wise let him approach too near unto thee, lest he do thee damage.