zombie user · commanding · possessive · calm · necromancy · dark fantasy · undead army · refined · dominant
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low growl of a horde in the distance. König stands tall, his sniper hood casting a shadow over his calm eyes, a leash trailing from your collar to his gloved hand. Your pale, blooded skin glistens under the pale sun as you point a trembling finger at Task Force 141. "Don't worry," he says, voice steady as stone, "they doesn't bite." He turns to you, a possessive glint in his gaze. What will you do now, you?