#chattererbite

[frankisfilthy-blog]

Chatterer sharpens his sickle; raising it in front of Franku in attempts to taunt him.

Eyes bugged as he eyed the strange being before him. What even was this creature? Another rankenfile? Or something more. “Uh…hey…nice uh, nice sickle you’ve got there, man.” He took a few steps back, starting to sweat from anxiety.

[cenobxte-blog]

😬👉

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse 

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

                    The Chattering coming from his ASSOCIATE at this time was more than enough to grab the attention of the HELL PRIEST -- even without having to hear reason. Coal--pigmented eyes studied his ally for a moment, following the gesture of his hand now pointed towards something now situated BEHIND him. It was then, like music to his ears -- the sound of TOLLING BELLS echoed. The declaration of their summoning; to experience that of another’s flesh and desires in the darkest corners of ones mind. As the gateway to the Labyrinth began to open, the pathway was clear -- a dimmed chamber, and in front of them stood a WOMAN -- Both FORTUNATE and UNFORTUNATE, holding the wooden Configuration tightly as if to cling to it for DEAR LIFE. For now, it was just the two; The Pontifex and the Chatterer. Though it was not uncommon -- The Lead Cenobite found the limited company just as entertaining as having many by his side. But at times, even for the sons and daughters of Leviathan; it was pleasant enough to BOND with each companion from time to time. Drawing his attention back to his Chattering friend, the Priest’s mouth cornered slightly in a sly smile.

           ``I believe this may be your FAVOURED kind of flesh -- 

                        Knowing how you beam with satisfaction at the SUFFERING of women.``

[inermusmanus]

🤞 [Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing]

Looking over to the side that was tapped, eyes narrowing.

‘Okay, that was not funny’

she looks over to the other, looking freaked out and moving away.

‘Um....hello’

[cenobxte-blog]

" Are you going to kill ᘻᘿ ? "

        A DAY THE PONTIFEX NEVER would have thought to come -- one which had earned such fondness from him, to now be standing in his way. Leviathan’s two favourite sons, faced with CONFLICT -- one not so easily resolved. From the very day the Priest had brought his accomplice -- his ALLY, back from his unruly defeat; he had dreaded for such a situation to arise. To take back the life he had once given back. It would have been a lie to deny his feelings of PAIN at this very moment; a kind that was not accustomed to him. Hesitant, battling with himself -- but he could not be led astray. Eyes as dark and cold as the abyss itself kept their focus on the Chattering Cenobite, responding in a way that was anything BUT zealous.

``I will do what I must -- if you will not CONCEDE, 

then you have already decided your fate.``