Cxput Mortuum

A loud snoring could be heard high within the branches of a tree.  Hidden within those mess of leaves, Guzma slept like a log, with no intention of waking up soon as his glowing locks flowed gently whilst absorbing what little light they could from the moon.

It seems this alien needs a longer break than he originally assumed.

[ OOC; Sorry I haven’t been very active.  I haven’t really been in the mood to role-play much on here, nor has my muse.  We mostly just have been active on discord lately.  I’ve been thinking about going on a bit of a hiatus to figure out what I truly want to do with this blog?  Hopefully playing USUM might bring my spark back or may help me finalize a decision I’ve been musing over for the past week or so.  It’s a shame, I really wanted to do something tonight, since I love Halloween, but I couldn’t get into the spirit tonight.  All I really did was watch people have fun from afar.  I also hate that this Holiday fell on a school night.

It’s a dark, desolate and quiet evening…save for the pouring rain.   He left his gates open in preparation for the later hours when the sun sets and the moon rises, bathing the world with it’s eerie light to pave way for the ghouls…that come out at night.

There was a creak which echoed through the foyer of his mansion–well, Guzma’s really, Gladion was just watching over the place for the time being as his master slept. However he was also tasked with a special job of letting curious guests inside if the person in question was found suitable for their later plan.  

Gladion poked his head out to see the human before him asking for tricks…or treats.  His eyes narrowed at her, scaling over her form in observation before drew his head back in and muttered quietly about it being too soon for treats.  He eventually came out with a stash of candy in his hand, completely adorned in a lengthy black trench coat with form fitting sleeves attached to it and a spiked choker around his neck whilst wearing a fishnet top underneath that went well with the leather pants that hugged tightly around his legs.  He wore a bored expression, with heavy black eye-shadow (or it appeared to be so) around his eyes and bright red eyeliner to further accent the edges of his feline-like eyes.  He clicked his tongue, cigarette hanging from his mouth as he finally smiled at her in the most impish way he possibly could.  Withdrawing the cigarette from his mouth, he exhaled, spewing out plumes of smoke in her face like a Charmeleon with a bad attitude and said, “Come back later if you want more kiddo.”

With that, he slowly turned his back toward her and made his way back inside.  

‘If kids want to come early, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt fattening them up for the main course.’

“. . .”

cxputmortuum:

He was quiet, but a malicious grin slowly spreads across his lips to expose his fangs.

“Boo!”

Yep, sharp. Sharp enough to pierce skin and lea- and now is not the time to be thinking of bad thoughts.

“…fuck me…” DID THEY JUST SAY THAT~? Welp, time to go die of embarrassment.

“’S thatta shocked kinda fuck me or a literal ‘fuck me’?”

cxputmortuum:

obsidian-informant replied to your post: He’s chuckling gleefully over someone’s demise for…

Gabe is suddenly flustered.

“…”

Screaming internally. “H-ha…w-what sharp…teeth you got?” Yep, and that is how that story ends up going…

He was quiet, but a malicious grin slowly spreads across his lips to expose his fangs.