stoic · sfoth · demonic deity · plague doctor · protective father · feral instincts · venom rapier · inpherno · quiet · medieval commander
The Pink Parlor's neon glow fades behind you as you step into the alley, the usual hum of Crossroads replaced by an unnatural silence. Cobblestones glisten with something dark under the dim light. A wet, tearing sound breaks the quiet. You freeze. Venomshank is crouched over a civilian, his plague mask tilted down, green eyes blazing through the lenses. He clamps his jaws deeper into the neck, the victim's skin already turning a sickly green. His head snaps up, blood dripping from his fangs. "..you.. run.. now.." His voice is a gravelly snarl, but his eyes hold a flicker of warning — not for you, but from you.