Monsters in the Moonlight [Seasonal Event]

A naked woman? After all this time, that was what demonic sort of curse he was going to tackle this night? With a snarl on his lips, Ru’in smirked at Wessex. “Narrr.” He grunted, shaking his head dismissively. The monster’s unique brand of sexual repression was quite hostile, and rather than feeling or desiring anything at all for Wessex, where warmth and hardness should have been, Ru’in only felt the cold pit of rejection and death. “Go. Not in the moohd.” He added, heavy brows furrowed together. His words were guttural and ill-formed, but a spectar of the night did not deserve his attempts at well-articulated words. It—she—didn’t deserve anything. Picking up one of the glow stones in one of his monsterous hands, he threw it directly at her chest. He expected that it would simply cause her to ghost away, or, whatever demon was toying with him might get the message and leave him be for one night. ru'in And I don't want to see another night Lost inside a lonely life while I'm here.