The Forger
"Come now, deep breaths. You just ate. No reason to get snippy." A pale grey hand rested atop the black leathery skin of a Cirmuhai's head. The creature whimpered, clearly hungry. Red eyes fixed on the creature, half shaded by white hair. Watching, studying. Then disgust. It warped through the man's eyes to his cracked lips. His grip on the Sithspawn's head tightened for a moment, then it was laid flat. Gravity itself seemed to increase, forcing the creature immediately prone under his grip. He didn't let the face of the dragonic creature go, forcing it's neck in an odd angle as the rest of it's body was immobilized. Anguished whimpers echoed around them.
"I said don't get snippy."
Metal creaked. The lab Firrerreo stood in twisted and bent as he increased the pressure on his pet. Chairs, desks, all manner of lab equipment, all were slowly flattened. Then, he blinked. And smiled.
"Oh, that's right. You haven't eaten for a couple days. Go on, find a meal." He let the creature go, much to it's relief, his smile ever wide. And ever devoid of any semblance of kindness. He just watched and stared as his dragon removed itself from the indented mental floor, crawling towards the open window before finally taking off in flight. The Firrerreo followed, his hands folding behind his back as inhuman wings stretched out. He stepped over the broken floor of his lab, humming a soft tune. There, at the railing, he overlooked the valley. His lab had been built in the side of a mountain, away from the Galaxy's powers that be. A place for him to live alone and perfect his craft. His body.
"Horus." The misshapen body of what was once human (Maybe) stepped into view, hobbling up beside him. Bowing low.
"Clean this mess already. You know I hate my lab being in such disarray."
Valery Noble | Rhemti Totriddiam
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