wickedtrickstergod started following you
A deep rumble began to sound from the Beasts’ chest, in something akin to a chuckle. He had to give it to this strange male… he had never seen someone so confident even as he stared directly at them. Not even the flocks of strange admirers he had held were so sure of themselves.
“This is my home…” the Beast rasped, gesturing his free hand to the dingy, wet walls of the Labyrinth surrounding them. “My Silent Hill…” he continued, lifting his massive weapon to point at the smaller males chest. “Who are you…?”
Loki regarded the Beast’s weapon with the faintest smile, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he drew himself up to his full height. He could tell that the creature was attempting to intimidate him, but he would give it no such satisfaction.
“What a quaint abode,” he said dryly, looking up at the Beast’s obscured eye-slit. “I am Loki Odinson, heir to the throne of Asgard.” Loki knew as well as anyone that his brother, Thor, would be chosen to take the crown rather than himself, but the god spoke the lie so fluidly and convincingly that anyone would have believed him.
A faint black scent wafted past the Beast’s senses… a lie. As his eye sight was rather obscured, his other senses had honed themselves to near perfection in order for him to move about Silent Hill more efficiently. Lies were something he heard often, and he had grown to respect them. As to what was the lie… he was not sure.
“A pleasure…” he rumbled, lowering his weapon back to his side. At this time, he had no use for his large Companion. “I have no human name… but you may call me Demon if you like Loki-male…”
wickedtrickstergod started following you
Glancing over, the large beast suddenly became aware of another presence. Turning his Helmed head, he peered out of the single eye-hole drilled into the metal. It was a noticeably smaller male, but while there was a difference in height between the two, he was sure he smelled a good amount of power on the other male.
“Good eve…”
Loki gradually turned to the menacing creature. While any other man might have fled in fear at the sight of the massive figure, the young god firmly stood his ground; he had nothing of which to be frightened.
“Greetings,” Loki said calmly, fixing his gaze on the faceless mask. There was an icy and sarcastic edge to his voice as he spoke. ”I was unaware that there were animate beings still roaming these halls. Forgive me; I did not mean to intrude.”
A deep rumble began to sound from the Beasts’ chest, in something akin to a chuckle. He had to give it to this strange male… he had never seen someone so confident even as he stared directly at them. Not even the flocks of strange admirers he had held were so sure of themselves.
“This is my home…” the Beast rasped, gesturing his free hand to the dingy, wet walls of the Labyrinth surrounding them. “My Silent Hill…” he continued, lifting his massive weapon to point at the smaller males chest. “Who are you…?”
wickedtrickstergod started following you
Glancing over, the large beast suddenly became aware of another presence. Turning his Helmed head, he peered out of the single eye-hole drilled into the metal. It was a noticeably smaller male, but while there was a difference in height between the two, he was sure he smelled a good amount of power on the other male.
“Good eve…”
