He can talk? Reggie thought, tense. The beast was calm now, but he knew better than to believe it would stay that way. He'd seen him go into frenzies at little to nothing, he'd seen those glass horns break in fits of rage.
He draws his twin maces, his head cocking to the side. Those curdled milk colored eyes staring directly into the werewolf’s own. His voice was like that of a sick man
“A servant to the glass king, I am the Glass Thing”
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Reggie Byko
He can talk? Reggie thought, tense. The beast was calm now, but he knew better than to believe it would stay that way. He'd seen him go into frenzies at little to nothing, he'd seen those glass horns break in fits of rage.
"Just what are you?" he snarled in reply.
3 months, 29 days ago
He draws his twin maces, his head cocking to the side. Those curdled milk colored eyes staring directly into the werewolf’s own. His voice was like that of a sick man
“A servant to the glass king, I am the Glass Thing”
3 months, 29 days ago