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The strange, stocky creature halted its movements, gaze shifting to focus onto Aries as he stood in stoic silence before it. Then, after a few seconds, the thing sat back comfortably on its haunches as though the world was beneath him and all was well - already, the young man was not quite a fan. His own icy stare lingered on the creature, unamused by the words falling from their muzzle, but noting the tone in which they were spoken.

Deep voice laden with a distinct lack of interest toward the speech, the Svartell opened his own jaws to speak again. "What the fuck are you?" He questioned blankly, unblinking - the thing's own inquiry, apparently mocking, was ignored.