Moonspear infestation, oppression, possession

All of the staring and questioning was not what Behemoth likes in life. It made his insides crawl and his features seemed to smooth into some more stoic and closed off. He had been prepping to answer the strange looking male when a swarthy female appeared. She too had a question to ask. Not that it was a new or exciting one though.

I’m Behemoth, from nowhere, The last part he spoke as he looked towards the strange male. and I’m looking to join. It was all so repetitive and bland. He could only hope things were better after all of this. His muzzle tossed in the direction of the ashy boy. He invited me up. While he had delayed on accepting the offer, it seemed the boy was still supportive of Behemoth’s appearance.