Dahozhoni Meadow Darling Danger

her inquisitive nature harkens ingram to her, softening his eyes. it is small, this change but notable to anyone who knows him well. which, is not many.

i expect not, drawls the hellhound on a lofty breath; playing up the theatrics of the moment.

it is only then, a few moments later, that he offers a small grin. charming, perhaps, in a way that could confuse villain with antihero.

well, ingram begins, dreadfather, he speaks it lower this time, as if speaking it aloud might evoke whatever remained of the god of the void within him to reawaken. i received when i was him. after the ritual i'd performed with my first wife. it was complicated and long winded and gory. though perhaps, ingram considered, it had happened further back than that, when he'd ended his own mother's life and boasted about it.

hellhound is just something i've adopted lately. more of an affectionate term for myself, really. this time, there was nothing godly associated with it.