Post by Fox on Nov 21, 2020 0:29:55 GMT -5
Tenebrae jumped back a few feet when Soben agreed to his proposal, eager to see what powers his new liege held at his command. He folded his hands behind his back neatly and leaned to the side curiously as Soben flexed his hand a few times. Hm? Prior injury there or something? No, there wasn’t any catch in the movement. Something else then. It wasn’t long before the thing happened. White growths appeared on Soben. Not unlike what formed on Dughall’s body when Tenebrae was making his coating. White and black. Dark and light. Oh, they did make quite the pair, didn’t they?
He plopped down cross-legged on the ground, looking up at Soben with his head resting in one hand. Truly fascinating. It was odd to see it from the outside looking in. Tenebrae took in every detail, admiring the craftsmanship of it. It was meant to be armor, so Tenebrae appreciated it as such. His tar coating was more a second skin so that he could feel himself. This was… something else entirely.
“Oh-ho, we will make such a pair, my king,” Tenebrae said, hopping to his feet as Soben addressed him again. He made a showy bow to demonstrate his fealty. He could hear a change in Soben’s voice. Akin to a player of a game getting into the zone, except, well, his game was carnage. Hm-hm. That could be dangerous. But, oh, would it be so much fun. Dropping to a knee since Soben seemed so fond of showy displays of respect and affection, Tenebrae extended a hand out to him.
“Might I ask you bestow me with a token that marks me as one of your own? A mask made from ivory, perhaps?”
He plopped down cross-legged on the ground, looking up at Soben with his head resting in one hand. Truly fascinating. It was odd to see it from the outside looking in. Tenebrae took in every detail, admiring the craftsmanship of it. It was meant to be armor, so Tenebrae appreciated it as such. His tar coating was more a second skin so that he could feel himself. This was… something else entirely.
“Oh-ho, we will make such a pair, my king,” Tenebrae said, hopping to his feet as Soben addressed him again. He made a showy bow to demonstrate his fealty. He could hear a change in Soben’s voice. Akin to a player of a game getting into the zone, except, well, his game was carnage. Hm-hm. That could be dangerous. But, oh, would it be so much fun. Dropping to a knee since Soben seemed so fond of showy displays of respect and affection, Tenebrae extended a hand out to him.
“Might I ask you bestow me with a token that marks me as one of your own? A mask made from ivory, perhaps?”
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