ISAR
Arm yourself
"Hm, tempting," he hummed at the woman, his own thoughts going in an entirely different direction from nooses and violence. "Maybe we should talk more about it tonight." Hunger was etched into his features, undiscriminate and inconsiderate; unlikely to turn down anything or anyone.
Still, he was somewhat distracted by the presence of Astaroth, more specifically by the naggingly familiar drawl of the man. That he was of Halo too, long times removed, was a revelation that had dark eyes widening with intrigue creeping past the amusement wrought by his verbal spar with Thalassa.
"What a coincidence. Was it cold back in your time as well? I wonder how many other things we might have in common..." While it was somewhat pathetic in nature, even the smallest connection had the Fyrhund latching on to people these days. He craved it like a starving craved food and water, ravenously hunting for anything that might fill that abyss yawning inside. Pleasure or friendship or even the illusion of a family connection - it was beyond irresistable.
Still, he was somewhat distracted by the presence of Astaroth, more specifically by the naggingly familiar drawl of the man. That he was of Halo too, long times removed, was a revelation that had dark eyes widening with intrigue creeping past the amusement wrought by his verbal spar with Thalassa.
"What a coincidence. Was it cold back in your time as well? I wonder how many other things we might have in common..." While it was somewhat pathetic in nature, even the smallest connection had the Fyrhund latching on to people these days. He craved it like a starving craved food and water, ravenously hunting for anything that might fill that abyss yawning inside. Pleasure or friendship or even the illusion of a family connection - it was beyond irresistable.
Because no one else here will save you
