Eat this!

 

*shoves a rod of Cuendillar between Mastah's teeth

*shakin her head* How big is this beastie?

It's as big as your pinky finger.

then it's not really a beastie then, now is it?

*stands resolutely without fear*

 

*unless the beastie really is Despo, then I'm very, very afraid*

*teh earth shakes*

 

 

...he's takin his time tho. I thought he was real peckish

Despo always prefers to hunt. Not to have his food set before him.

 

Maybe the meal needs cooking? I can wrangle up some dragon fire if needed.

WOW Turin... your pink'd picture totally makes me feel sad for you... heh

*howls off in teh distance*

*pricks ear*

 

 

Hark!

 

 

HE COMES.

I thought you said it'd be a beastie? Despo ain't scary... :)

Helloooo?? WereWolfZombieVampireRockStaR Asha'man Shadow Master of Earth with a grumbly stomach NOT scary???

Helloooo?? WereWolfZombieVampireRockStaR Asha'man Shadow Master of Earth with a grumbly stomach NOT scary???

 

Nope. Not when you're a RandomHero-CounterRockstar-Mutant-SilverKnight-Lightie with a full tummy.

 

:)

Not scary eh?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Despothera sprang to his first victim, teh little brave lightie who was holding up a pair of breadsticks in some kind of laughable attempt to defend himself from the Beast that was Despothera. The Beast swatted the baguettes out of the lightie's hands, and they flung off in the distance as Random froze in place, peering up at the creature who loomed several feet over his head. As Despothera leaned in closer to examine his meal more closely, the faint stench of decay wafted into Random's nose, and the young Asha'man swayed as if about to faint.

 

Amused at this, the Master of the Shadow opened his mouth in a giant rictus of a grin, snarling slightly as his vampire incisors elongated to a terrifying length. At this point, Random's eyes were like giant saucers, and underneath his breath you could barely hear the whispered stammering of prayers.

 

Alright, well I for one am STARVING, so enough playing with you.

 

The Beast then lunged forward and devoured Random in one mouthful, and consumed his apertif in a twisted and grotesque manner, little bits of lightie flying off in random directions as horrifying crunching sounds emanated from Despothera's mouth. The meal was over in a short manner, and the creature let out a resounding belch, yet when he looked up, he still seemed to have the look of hunger on his face.

 

Spotting the other two lighties waiting for him, he loped over in an an excited manner, eager to see how the tastes of the other two would compare to the one already digesting in his massive stomach

"Well, at least he described the smell correctly." Random thought to himself in the belly of the beastie.

"I'll just bide my time until we swallows a few more people and then make my escape. Too many people focus on the Random in my name, and forget the H3r0 part..."

 

Random chuckled at the voice in his head. The taint was strong...

(I guess he missed the part about little bits of him flying off and teh crunchiness of his bones )

 

As if I would ever eat my food whole. These canines aren't just for looks y'know

 

In a couple of quick long strides, Despothera had made his way to the other two lighties who sat stewing in their own juices for him. He had decided to let 'em simmer for a little longer, cause everyone knows how stringy lightie meat can be- you hafta let it cook long enough to get it just the right amount of tender.

 

He broke off a piece of Niel's elbow, to test and see if the lighties were at the perfect tenderness level, and raised the little morsel to his mouth. His eyes shot open, and he nodded and grunted towards Nya in appreciation of the fine job she had done seasoning his meal for him. Wearing another macabre grin on his face, he lifted Niel up and brought him close enough to his face to feel the drops of slobber from Despothera's massive jaw dribble down onto Niel's face

 

 

Reveling in the waves of fear which were now emanating from the lightie, Despothera suddenly shoved Niel inside his maw and once again began rending and chewing the lightie up into little bits while making loud smacking noises. As he finished chewing and swallowed the pulpy mouthful of lightie, he licked his fingers off one by one and rubbed his stomach in a content fashion.

 

Grinning from ear to ear, he knew he was close to full, but he had saved a little bit of room for the third course in his feast. Reaching for Tress, he decided not to taunt this little morself and instead just engorged himself upon her, shoving her whole into his mouth.

 

He suddenly froze in place tho, and his eyes shot open wide as a grimace slowly developed on his face. Spitting the lightie out on the ground, he hacked and coughed a few times before finally sputtering

 

"This lightie is spoiled! Blech!"

 

The somewhat regurgitated Tress lay there crumpled, looking terrified, and winked a single time at the audience.

 

Nyaaaaaaaa...

 

You have a new task. Meet me in the lair.

 

*chomps Despo's toe* Iknowwww.... RL iz teh crazeh