#magecrie (interaction)

Kaladesh doesn’t take too kindly to being teased like this -- he was the one meant to be doing the teasing and torture, after all.  He wanted to take Hell from the hands of the prince of darkness, but progress had been so painfully slow.  In fact, he’d... No, he wasn’t going to admit to any of that. Not even in his head.

He snarls when his ear is bitten -- did Lucifer truly think of him like some wild dog, that this feral tactic would make him fall in line?!  Well, it did make him flinch and snarl all the more. “When I tear your heart out, I’m going to savor it.  I’ll lick every inch of it before I command all the forces I know to sew it back into your chest, only so I can tear it out again.  And every time I free it, I’ll take and take your rotten blood -- let it turn to ash on my tongue, and spit your very corrupted essence back at you.”

In an instant, the fingers, both the clawed and the simply gloved, are gone -- there’s an unsettling silence for slice of a few short seconds.  A new weight manifests suddenly -- a masked crow has perched itself on Valravn’s shoulder.

“I don’t think a girlie crying for her dog is going to lure the attention of someone who eats gods, do you?”  A guffaw of a caw leaves the stranger’s new form, from his beak.  “What have you done to upset our delicate equilibrium, I wonder, I wonder~♪”

The false crow lights from the god’s shoulder.  “There’s something wrong,” the bird lets his head tilt and cant in jerky motions, left, right, up.  After a quick preen, the god eater takes flight again, moving to circle around Val, returning to a normal form way too quickly, with no real tricks or gimmicks or notable noises of such a transformation.  That scent is back, heavier than it had been before.