The large Miqo'te male stood back with the new Hyur male and his pet. His eyes widening anxiously as the first blood was spilt on the soon-to-be battle field by the Delwyn. S'demyx's muscles bunched in his thick arms, flexing and unflexing spontaneously, his grip to his axe couldn't be any tighter.
He glanced over to Amaare, nudging him with his elbow in an excited manner, nodding back towards the two other men.Â
"Do you smell that? The fresh lifeblood across the field, isn't it exhilerating?!" He whispered to the man, nearly forgetting himself.
The slits of his pupils thinned considerably, despite it being dark now, and his breathing picked up as well. His large tail swished back and forth quickly as a wide, eager - and bloodthirsty - smile broke onto his face. His row of teeth and fangs displayed.
'Come on Desmond, kill him'...
He glanced over to Amaare, nudging him with his elbow in an excited manner, nodding back towards the two other men.Â
"Do you smell that? The fresh lifeblood across the field, isn't it exhilerating?!" He whispered to the man, nearly forgetting himself.
The slits of his pupils thinned considerably, despite it being dark now, and his breathing picked up as well. His large tail swished back and forth quickly as a wide, eager - and bloodthirsty - smile broke onto his face. His row of teeth and fangs displayed.
'Come on Desmond, kill him'...