Thick, lumbering paws padded the ground leaving puffs of dust as Devrum stalked along the hallowed ground. A fish, large and glistening held firmly in his mouth as his nose twitched, picking up and following the scent of Vervain and Remi until his body mass rippled as he stood upright, shifting back into his human form.
Plain, dusted brown pants and thick padded boots echoed down toward the cellar, Devrum, for theatrics sake still held the fish in his mouth. His chest exposed, painted with film of hair along his chest and abdomen. Torso and arms painted with scars and tattoos of intricate designs, telling stories best avoided with words.
As he wandered into the cellar, his nose twitched again as he picked up the scent of fermented grapes...wine...he'd walk over without greeting and snag a bottle. His sandpaper-type grip uncorking the bottle as he looked to Remi with a fish-filled smirk. Brow arched as he looked to Vervain, finally prying the fish free of his teeth as he took a swig of the wine.
"Well...looks like things aren't entirely hopeless. Got dinner." He'd remark, tossing the trout onto a nearby table Remi most-likely just cleaned. "Wasn't expecting company...suppose it'll do. Don't look like you eat much anyway..." He quipped, glancing to Remi as he took another pull.
Plain, dusted brown pants and thick padded boots echoed down toward the cellar, Devrum, for theatrics sake still held the fish in his mouth. His chest exposed, painted with film of hair along his chest and abdomen. Torso and arms painted with scars and tattoos of intricate designs, telling stories best avoided with words.
As he wandered into the cellar, his nose twitched again as he picked up the scent of fermented grapes...wine...he'd walk over without greeting and snag a bottle. His sandpaper-type grip uncorking the bottle as he looked to Remi with a fish-filled smirk. Brow arched as he looked to Vervain, finally prying the fish free of his teeth as he took a swig of the wine.
"Well...looks like things aren't entirely hopeless. Got dinner." He'd remark, tossing the trout onto a nearby table Remi most-likely just cleaned. "Wasn't expecting company...suppose it'll do. Don't look like you eat much anyway..." He quipped, glancing to Remi as he took another pull.
