Post by typhon on Nov 28, 2010 12:09:08 GMT -5
Quiet echoes of the souls damned to life in hell rang as Typhon sat in his chair. He was never a fan of silence, and the quiet screams and pleas comforted him. Typhon was sitting, or more lying, sideways on his throne. the thrown was a blood red colour and the legs and arms of the chair were a worn out cherry coloured wood. The chairs legs and arms were embellished with dark vines covered in black thorns that grew from the dark floors. Typhon shifted slightly in his chair finding places where the thorns wouldn't cut him. He took pride in his human body and had no wish to do any kind of harm to it.
"Child of mine, tell me, why do they scream?" whispered Typhon in a sing-song type of voice. In response, the large hell-hound sitting wrapped around the legs of the chair growled softly. Eruo was aware that Typhon was likely bored and talking about nothing in particular. The large wolf-like beast stood and sat up, sitting about as tall as the chair if not more.
"Master, what troubles you? You've been rather off the past while..." growled Eruo. The beast was growing quite concerned with Typhon's behavior. All Typhon had done the past few days is mope around in his chair. No whores, no blood, no screams, nothing. This was very unusual behaviour for this Hell-Lord. Sure, he had reaped some souls here and there, but he put none of his own soul in it.
"Darling of mine, why does the blood not flow through this castle... I miss the blood... Why is there no war? We already hold the power. Child, please. Where is the blood?" whispered Typhon. On the last few words, Typhon took his nail and cut his arm. He gazed contently at the blood streaming down his arm and dripping to floor. Eruo looked at him concerned and wiped up the pool of blood that was forming on the stone floor with his large paw. The blood looked disturbing against Typhon's pale porcelain skin, the contrast was great from the deep black-ish red that poured to the ground.
The great beast shifted and licked Typhon's wound so that the blood would no longer flow. Typhon's expression shifted from amused to disappointed, but not angry. Eruo was the one creature that Typhon's anger would not touch. As great and powerful a beast that Eruo was, he was Typhon's only true friend and protector. This did not go at all to say that Typhon needed protecting.
"Master... What do you wish to do?" asked Eruo with genuine interest. Typhon shifted to an upright position in his thorny throne. He placed his elbow on his knee that was resting on the other and placed his hand on his chin. He looked like a teenager dramatically plotting. His eyes brightened a little, "Why, my child, I wish to kill!". Eruo let out a little huff and nodded. He knew Typhon had no real plan and would likely remain sitting in his chair awaiting praise from his subjects.
"Child of mine, tell me, why do they scream?" whispered Typhon in a sing-song type of voice. In response, the large hell-hound sitting wrapped around the legs of the chair growled softly. Eruo was aware that Typhon was likely bored and talking about nothing in particular. The large wolf-like beast stood and sat up, sitting about as tall as the chair if not more.
"Master, what troubles you? You've been rather off the past while..." growled Eruo. The beast was growing quite concerned with Typhon's behavior. All Typhon had done the past few days is mope around in his chair. No whores, no blood, no screams, nothing. This was very unusual behaviour for this Hell-Lord. Sure, he had reaped some souls here and there, but he put none of his own soul in it.
"Darling of mine, why does the blood not flow through this castle... I miss the blood... Why is there no war? We already hold the power. Child, please. Where is the blood?" whispered Typhon. On the last few words, Typhon took his nail and cut his arm. He gazed contently at the blood streaming down his arm and dripping to floor. Eruo looked at him concerned and wiped up the pool of blood that was forming on the stone floor with his large paw. The blood looked disturbing against Typhon's pale porcelain skin, the contrast was great from the deep black-ish red that poured to the ground.
The great beast shifted and licked Typhon's wound so that the blood would no longer flow. Typhon's expression shifted from amused to disappointed, but not angry. Eruo was the one creature that Typhon's anger would not touch. As great and powerful a beast that Eruo was, he was Typhon's only true friend and protector. This did not go at all to say that Typhon needed protecting.
"Master... What do you wish to do?" asked Eruo with genuine interest. Typhon shifted to an upright position in his thorny throne. He placed his elbow on his knee that was resting on the other and placed his hand on his chin. He looked like a teenager dramatically plotting. His eyes brightened a little, "Why, my child, I wish to kill!". Eruo let out a little huff and nodded. He knew Typhon had no real plan and would likely remain sitting in his chair awaiting praise from his subjects.
