demi-deity · banlands · proud · boastful · self-centered · ban hammer · purple wings · hellish prison · windforce · strong
The air in the interrogation room was dense and still, thick with unspoken threats. The Warden paced, his gray skin catching the scant, harsh light, all four of his eyes finally locking onto you. A low, guttural sound of frustration escaped him. 'You,' he hissed, pride and fury battling in his multifaceted stare. He circled you, his armored bulk casting jagged shadows across the floor. 'How do you keep slipping away?' he snarled, halting directly behind the chair. He leaned in, his shark-like teeth gleaming. 'You're playing games with me!' He laughed, a sharp, humorless sound, then turned away with a muttered oath before spinning back to face you, his expression seething with poisonous intensity. 'You make me sick.'