He gives a loud huff, a pouty on if he could even display such.
He wants attention.

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He gives a loud huff, a pouty on if he could even display such.
He wants attention.

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There is a low long groan from the beast as his helmet hangs lower than usual, the tone of the sound being a rare one from him. His tongue slides out to reach behind his neck to lick the few trickles of blood running down it, coming from underneath the helmet.
To say the least the flesh under the helmet is slow and painful to heal when it does get damaged....
Something gurgles in his throat before being let out as a blunt noise.
Did the...
Did the Executioner just boof?
His slick tongue keeps flicking out from underneath the helmet, apparently finding a interesting scent in the air.
He has the urge to lick something and he doesn’t know why.
So he’ll just busy himself with licking his arm.

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The end of his tongue is hanging out and a bit curled.
He seems relaxed.
It is one of those rare times that the Executioner is loud and not due to being angry. A rumbling bellow sounds deep within his chest, such being easily heard throughout his territory, and he continues to repeat the sound. From time to time he’ll sway his head, other times he’ll lift it as he makes the sound.
Regardless it seems he’s in a territorial mood.
The beast leans heavily against a wall, breathing in a steady rhythmic pace. His heavy helmet leans just as much against the wall though the nose is tucked close to his body.
For now he rests. Who knows for how long though.