
Originally Posted by
azimuth
firelight flickered wetly off baal's greased body, its gilded filaments like grasping, covetous fingers. Turning languorously upon the divan, his chitinous shanks clacking with indolent libido, he licked his fingers and addressed the dark wanderer.
"i love what you've done with your hair," he purred slyly, something that might or might not have been a wink momentarily smudging his artfully bland demeanour. "well, your head, really. The whole soulstone look is so now."
the dark wanderer smirked, dropping his shabby cloak and a few randomly generated white items to the floor.
"so," he said. "about mounting my arreat summit."
then marcus fenix burst out from behind a fucking curtain and killed everyone with a grenade.