Nov 10, 2020
@burmecias-protector
The horseman aspirates into existence before the ageless warrior, puffing his pipe and exhaling the toxic fumes into the air around him. The plague he smoked today was of a rather specific variety. New and ready to wreak havoc on the world at his whim. Why he chose instead to smoke it here around someone it more than likely wouldn’t affect? one couldn’t say, simply guess.
“Hello my dear. It has been far, far too long since my last visit I think.” He grins and sits on nothing, the air obeying his kingly aura and holding him aloft. The king of kings had returned, and he was feeling rather playful it seems.
