Assignation (closed Roleplay with iinfernalis)
Few paid heed to hermit who made his home in the tallest spike on Unicron’s arm. Most knew he had refused the herald’s mantle. Some knew about his unholy power over Anglomois.
One was absolutely not happy with his recent excursion’s beneath unicron’s surface.
Oblivion watched as Shokaract walked through Darkhaven, the civilians parting to let him pass; like a school of fish avoiding a shark.
He didn’t speak to any of them. They were beneath him. He slipped past them, into a dimly lit shop that advertised ‘spare parts’
The coal-colored rocklord tending the shop nodded at Shokaract. He knew what the Unherald came here for.
Wordlessly, he went to the back, emerging a moment later with a haunch of meat.
Shokaract appraised it a moment, then he spoke.
the shopkeep rumbled. “No, but it’s precious. Phase-sixer.”
“Hm. I expect better next time.”
“Of course, Lord Shokaract.”
There was a quick exchange, shanix for bloody limb. The parcel was wrapped tightly in scented paper to hide the smell.
After all, it was illegal to buy and sell cybertronian body parts.
Shokaract ventured away from Darkhaven, deeper into the secret parts of unicron where most were forbidden to go..
Now he had two offerings for his goddess.
