Date: 2020-01-17 11:32 pm (UTC)
poisonparadise: art by Sineral, edit by Seraphim (Your soul on my mind)
[The creature feels right at home in that hovel-like room, it seems. He’s lounging sphynx-like in front of that chair, tail waving lazily. Occasionally, it scratches in some sort of design on the stone tiles beneath him, but mostly it moves in earnest interest as he deciphers the poetry. One thing that was new in the area was a series of crystal formations in similar scratches in the stone, all either one color of sin, or a mixed aggregate. He was clearly very in tune with the evil that permeated the foreboding space.]

[With as much time as Valerius had with the writings in the room, combined with the willingness of Qilby to let him pick his brain for sin, the beast-god was almost fluent in Draconic now. So, good luck with the stealth insults, as Val will just respond in earnest and possibly with lewd undertones. That should make things “Fun”]

[Given that he and the Eliatrope were the only living organisms on the ship that Valerius could bother to remember, surprising him wasn’t too likely...still, he looks up with wide gold eyes when he catches that familiar presence, then smiles welcomingly]

I expected you here sooner, but perhaps you had more pressing matters to tend to...Tell me, was the “angsty teen stage” common among your people or just you?
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