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I’ve been on this site a long time, my name’s CJ and I used to go by Shifter, longer than most of the people running around here.  I’m fairly easy going, don’t have a lot of rules to go through but that being said I do have some.  These aren’t all that complicated, and more will be added as I come across things, but for right now they are as follows.

Curiosity killed the cat, he supposes. Maybe it was wrong, but she had sized him up as a meal from the onset, so he didn’t exactly feel inclined to be the gentlest in his questions. He wanted to know what he was up against. It appeared he has prodded a tiger into ferocity. A flick of his wrist summoned Flambert from the pocket dimension he kept it in. He’ll fight if she attacks, killing doesn’t matter to him. Though the information lost… that would be a shame. He wanted to know more about this place but nearly everything had seemed a hostile entity. Maybe one day he will find a friendly face, but he is starting to doubt it. “I am not of your lands and not beholden to your rule.”

“Fascinating.” He’s seen so many strange things here and yet… nothing compared. Raphael had long since abandoned any qualms with what he had become, he made peace with his monstrousness. What was done to him was a different matter, but he couldn’t change what was made of him. Not in the physical sense. To see another that others would see as a monster… one more terrifying than he… “Even the metal ones? What are you, precisely?”

There it was, such beauty hiding horror underneath. He’s actually taken aback for a moment, not once expecting such a ghoulish display. Though in all his years, he could appreciate life still managing to surprise him. “I sustain myself on blood, I’ve no need for tissue and bone.” Though souls were better, it was simply that he refused to use that gift so often, wondering at what price did it come, eventually. “Devoured them all?”

   LIKE NAILS ON A CHALKBOARD, Itsuki was unable to stop herself from shivering. so much so like an orphaned child flung out into the unforgiving cold of winter itself. Still, her brows would furrow themselves at a small attempt at BRAVADO, as her hands and feet would adjust themselves into a familiar stance. Was this– what– was she? INHUMAN EYES had given the other away, from the moment their gazes met. 

   And yet, Itsuki was still far too inexperienced to actually identify what species this creature was. It would take the little Cryomancer in training a moment, as she swallows and nearly chokes on some heavy spit in her mouth. But, when she finally does speak: “D-Don’t tell me dat’s yer way of greetin’ everyone ya meet, sis.”

So cute, this poor little thing, seemingly all alone in the world. On heeled steps she struts herself forth with an Imperial confidence that only a future Kahnum like her could have. “Only the tastiest of little ones.” Those piercing eyes that very nearly seemed to glow in the shade of the night. Like the horrific predator she was, she lingers, she watches, she imagines the taste of the young one’s flavor on her lips. But she is civil, as much as she can be. She was not the same conqueror her father was, and did not command the same level of power he did.

The young girl was small, but she held with her a cold that could be felt so plainly on the air. The thick and delightful stench of fear aside that began to oh so delightfully consume the air, lip hungrily quivers beneath her mask. “All alone out here, little one?” A delighted lilt burrowing its way into her tone, while those piercing slits remain fixed.

“A meal?” His interest piqued. Did she sustain herself on the lifeforce of others as well, or was it metaphor? “I’m afraid I’m not as tasty as I look. My blood is tainted and blackened. You’ll find a poor meal in me. Though perhaps we’re not so different.” Those eyes of hers, they almost seemed animal like, unlike his eyes that burned like crimson fire. “Mine has killed plenty, my teeth have found their home in many throats.”

“If I’m being honest, most of them deserved what they had coming to them. But I am long lived even by ordinary standards.” Others he had met in this realm had been older still, but they knew of the kind from his realm, and he was a unique case. Nearly 500 years of roaming the earth, improving his skills and his otherworldly abilities had made him a fearsome thing indeed. One of the last of his kind, a malfested. “Hm. Would you prefer a honeyed tongue? It’s as deadly as the barbed one.”

“There are few from my realm like me. And I am far from a fool.” Though she isn’t wrong about the mouth, he carries death in it as he does in his hands. Teeth that have torn through the throats of many who were unfortunate enough to cross him. Hands and blades that have done much the same. “And you speak to the longest living noble of France. Titles mean very little in the long run, though, don’t they? Everything dies in the end, after all.”

Red eyes narrowed and focused on the woman before him. Behind the acknowledgement of his good looks laid the insult that felt more like a challenge. Does he know how to fight. Centuries had bred him into one of the best swordsman to ever walk the Earth. Purplish lips curled up into a smirk filled with dark promise. “I assure you the looks are meant to be disarming. I have killed many before you, and if you are looking to be added to that list, I will oblige.”