.Thee obonite brujo locomotes his bulk into thee well known lands, expertly. auds cup, alertly, wary whilst ooids glower out, void o' emotion. he was going to see his b'loved..
(Lol, let's add some drama.. ›:P He's not going to bug her, just find out and ACTUALLY show emotion, I think.. I don;t have the script written out yet..)
. Insult Me : Hated Blade .
. Sub-Insult Me : Blade .
. Damn Me : Brute.
. Poison Me : Black Panther .
. Experience Me : 8 Eras .
. Clone Me : Cloaked in Nigrescent shadows and I watch you with pools o' cardinal.(they were blue, but I that didn't match his persona)
. Imitate Me : Most know, if nay then you will soon .
. Bind Me To : None(Anymore, but I won't mention names. *glares*) .
