Hello, said the voice, and Jigano's song cut off abruptly into a snarl as he turned and flung the cat corpse at the interruption of his... meal? Playtime? Lullaby? All of the above? Either way he was crouched on the wall and facing Bastien even before the carcass reached its target - as it would, if the painter didn't get out of the way of the messy projectile.
The good news was that the ragged ghoul of the man who had once been the Loreseekers' proud Provost didn't seem to have any weapons to hand as black eyes fixed on Bastien with predatory intensity.
The bad news was that his fingers were tipped with black claws, and his mouth was full of blackened fangs that clashed together as he growled a low, rumbling thunder deep in his chest. He slipped from the wall, landing on light feet upon the snow before beginning to prowl a slow, hungry circle around the artist, the spiral growing tighter with each turn around the other man that Bastien allowed him to make.
The good news was that the ragged ghoul of the man who had once been the Loreseekers' proud Provost didn't seem to have any weapons to hand as black eyes fixed on Bastien with predatory intensity.
The bad news was that his fingers were tipped with black claws, and his mouth was full of blackened fangs that clashed together as he growled a low, rumbling thunder deep in his chest. He slipped from the wall, landing on light feet upon the snow before beginning to prowl a slow, hungry circle around the artist, the spiral growing tighter with each turn around the other man that Bastien allowed him to make.
