*prowls, looking for unsuspecting and naive victims*

*AnGsTs some more*

*hammers on your door, or whatever it is you have*

*AnGsTs*

Deep is the darkness, but not yet deep enough.

*gets ragingly drunk on Telerin whiskey and sits on the edge of the Suicide Cliff*

Great: eternity stuck with an egomaniacal gimp as my only company. And he spends most of his time as various animals ( Read more... )

yet not for those ( Read more... )

*steals every bottle of alcohol in the city*

Raicanya? Where are you?

*growls sexily*

*disgruntled*

*seriously disgruntled*

*stabs small fluffy animals morosely*

*mopes*

*decides that other people should be as unahppy as him, and anyway, needs a shag*

*clicks his fingers and assumes a new hroa*

*prowls and grins seductively*

*wakes up, slumped at the bottom of a cage, completely sane, but not knowing he's evil*

Hey!

*hangs by his ankles from a bannister*

WIBBLE! WIBBLE! WIBBLETY WIBBLE WIBBLE!

The tea-lords are coming to steal your hair-leaves! Flee for your lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!