Blackbeak Bluff old yellow bricks

short post srry bleh

The leviathan whips around no sooner than the stranger’s voice reaches his ears, hunkered protectively over the remnants of his kill. This is someone he does not recognize, but is reminded slightly of his brother… for whatever reason. Vaati releases a true, guttural warning with a tilt of his head. “And what makes you think that?” The question is rhetorical, illuminated by the foreboding ichor that drips steadily from his chin. He is in no mood to play and feels his body tense with the premonition of a fight. Not one in which he would need to defend himself, but he held the feeling the other would give him reason to lunge.