It's ok. This is the hardest one to accept for some reason.

I dont think you will. *He suddenly thrusted a branding iron directly in to Sylvesters chest, which burned through the clothing as if it didn't exist. It scolded his skin instantly*

Not while I'm here you don't.

Your impure.

Very welcome.

What? I've never said that... Well... Now that I think about it the last time I seen her she looked... A little flat and squiggly? I thought she was having a bad day or something.

*they lift there hand again and hold it around Sylvesters face. They pinch there fingers together and a grayish blue mist fogs gently to the floor from his finger tips* ehmm... Your oura is not tame.

She seems a little absent... Kinda one sided? Like she is trying to hide something. Idk it just feels like she is coloring herself... Like she is someone she isn't these days...

It always boggles my mind how little followers you have. As always you deserve more. Happy for your achievementbthogh.;3

This is fun. Reminds me of humunculis.

Why the change in confidence? I just wanted to look, beast. *His voice stayed low and almost menacingly monotone*

Ehm... Right. *He turns to Sylvester slowly and grips in to his face sqeazing his cheeks with a large gloved hand. He turns his face slowly as he inspects him*

Hmm... A deaman. *The hooded figure walked in front of theme and looked theme up and down* state your business.

Wish I could say the same. <%w%>

*Sylvesters shirt caller was suddenly forcfaly yanked back hard enough to send him to the ground*

Ehm... Childish.

You Miss judge the piwer of your fans.

So who are they? *He glance to the eyes.*

GAHHHHHHH!!!

My favorite.