V E L O R C A
TICKLE THAT CHEEK AND TAKE YOUR THRONE,
PUMP YOUR VEINS WITH GUSHING GOLD.
TICKLE THAT CHEEK AND TAKE YOUR THRONE,
PUMP YOUR VEINS WITH GUSHING GOLD.
He almost didn't hear her arrive — almost. Davke were famously quick and quiet on their feet, Avdotya even better than most... but this was a swamp, a squelching, sloshing swamp. Velorca continued to admire himself, keeping the corner of his eye keen on her scarred figure for a moment before slowly turning his razor boned head. A smile curled upon his velveteen lips as he set his golden eyes upon her, a constant reminder of what they were trying to achieve and what would happen to them if they failed.
He cared little for her strict tone — it was Avdotya, a woman not known for simpering smiles and gentle words. So he simply drawled,
"There is something I wish to obtain to aid our cause... an object of great power."
His voice was quiet, a sensual purr as he continued.
"If I acquire this object, there is potential for repercussion from it's current owners — I seek..."
He hated the word he was about to say, his contempt for rules and regulations turning bitter in his mouth as he uttered:
"Permission."
@avdotya
He cared little for her strict tone — it was Avdotya, a woman not known for simpering smiles and gentle words. So he simply drawled,
"There is something I wish to obtain to aid our cause... an object of great power."
His voice was quiet, a sensual purr as he continued.
"If I acquire this object, there is potential for repercussion from it's current owners — I seek..."
He hated the word he was about to say, his contempt for rules and regulations turning bitter in his mouth as he uttered:
"Permission."
@avdotya
