??? /// crawsus.
❛ i’d really rather not fight, if you don’t mind. i come in peace, as they so often say. i’m rather weak too you know, so it wouldn’t be much of a fight and more of a waste of time. ❜ a hand is thrown up in defense.
in his mind the demon stirs, a mental effort is taken to sooth the voice. hand grips his cane tightly, placing pressure against the stick. to an outsider it appears as if it were a normal cane, but to him it throbs and it aches and it wishes for more and more bloodshed. but who ever heard of a darkin cane? ❛ if you’d like i can read you some poetry instead? ❜ lips upturn into a lopsided smirk, clearly something was up his sleeve, but it surely wasn’t something that would be harmful to the vastayan. provided urizen cooperated with him.
@feyquil said anyone!
his logic is impeccable. weak individual should not be engaged, not out of courtest, but fear that, if engaged, there would be no joy or entertainment acquired from such an easy battle ——— or even worse, should he act careless & commit an unplanned blunder, then perceived weak individual may find an opening to beat him & claim victory, then who would be weak !? HIM, HIM !!!
❛ poetry ? ❜ rakan hummed inquisitively, arms crossed over chest as ceruleans shift their gaze towards the soft earth at feet. wow, is it just him, or is it a lot greener than it was yesterday !? he swore that the day before current situation, the grass at his feet was a subdued green. could it be that the greener greenery around them could be attributed to the blesséd rain that poured —— wait, what was the question again ? ❛ uh, you said you were gonna do something, read ? yeah, sure, do whatever you want ! ❜