#stalklingking

If you lost my muse in a crowd, what “offensive” thing could you yell that'd be GUARANTEED to track them down?

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There was fear. That was good, Angor wanted his former tormentor to be afraid. Other than that however there was no physical response. No resistance, only acceptance - in a way. Angor could only assume it was because the winged troll knew he no longer had the only thing to keep this mad dog down. The sometimes shaky certainty of control was lost. His power trip finally at an end… all because what? He was feeling generous?

Standing motionless at the plea the assassin slowly breathed out a plume of vaporous breath from snout into the winter air. The grip would not release to give Strickler comfort. He could talk and get enough oxygen. That was leniency enough for the multitude of threats Angor had heaped upon his shoulders and horns. The only reason why he did not maim Stricklander now and leave him as some unfortunate family’s plus one holiday decoration was a curiosity that had briefly taken hold.

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A box was placed in the assassin’s hands without verbal announcement or cue. It was wrapped - coated in the same holiday that smeared itself over everything in Arcadia along with frosty cold. Angor failed to understand it. Thus, the gift was almost discarded with a sneer of contempt. Almost was the key word in this situation. In his confusion and distaste the bond was not minded, but Angor felt it after regarding Stricklander’s body language. The ring. 

In his hands? 

Sparing not a moment to emote through expression the troll’s head turns downward as a claw pierces the parcel. The box yields easily and his prize is exposed to sight and touch. Grey and cursed gold. Shining bright as an ember in scarred palm. Gaze flicking up instantly Angor’s hand curls about the Inferna Copula protectively before a non-decorated talon is chosen to bear what was rightfully his.

‘A fleshbag name for a fleshbag tradition.’ the pale killer rasps.

‘Merry...’ Discarding the remnants of the package Walter presented to him, the motion transitions into a strike of fist closing about serpentine flesh of the smaller beings neck. Brows finally coming down and lips pulling back into a warped and possibly even giddy grin Angor takes this presented opportunity to loom.

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There we go. Always could rely on Walter to fall into the role of peeved bat whenever the assassin did something along these lines. It was becoming a favorite pastime for Angor. Shifting weight onto right foot to stand more comfortably the pale killer lifts a hand in an almost mocking gesture of someone looking at their nails.

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Some Non-Human Sentence Starters

Why? Strickler should know that answer well enough by this point, being in proximity to the pale killer for as long as he has. It was a form of revenge for Angor. He could cause irritation and grief for the Impure without actually laying a talon on serpentine stone and there was nothing the shorter being could do about it except for mending the damages.

Them as a person : An intellectually stimulating person that’s very well rounded and a pleasure to converse with

Level of attractiveness : 9/10 (definitely his type, or one of)

What annoys them most : How well groomed he looks at any given moment no matter the situation

What they like the most : Other than his beautiful voice, quick wit, and gorgeous eyes? How they can heckin talk about anything and everything to with history (and other things) and both be interested by it while everyone else falls asleep.

What they’d do if they were locked in a closet together for 4 hours : NEST TOUR!!! And other things.

Overall opinion : Closest friend currently. Greatest roommate ever.