Hmm… Well, it could be yours, mon-keigh. The air is so thick down here that things get… muddled.
[ It’s one barb traded for another. It’s not exactly true, after all, since Heinrix’s fear would be distinctly different, he’s sure. He’s gotten the barest taste of it before when he’d made his way into Tervantias’s foul lab a time or two while Heinrix was being “worked” on, but it truly was muddled there. Marazhai may have a talent for drawing out pain, but Tervantias was an artist by comparison. ]
Regardless…
[ He purrs out the word as the elevator slows, and the moment the gates open, he quickly steps out. It might feel like he wants to lose Heinrix as a tail if not for how he continues the conversation. Slaanesh whispers in the warp, and the best way to drown it out is to let the thunder of his own excited heartbeat take over. ]
They’re low quality prey-things, true…
[ He cuts down a corridor sharply, like he’s scented prey, and at the very, very least, it begins to show a secondary value for this excursion. Despite his towering height and the barbed, sharp armor, Marazhai still manages to move nearly silently down the corridor. His steps are sharp, but careful, like he can intuit which panels of flooring are looser and might squeak under the weight. The Drukhari were notably vicious and hostile Xenos, so how many records could there be to explain just how they were so deadly? Observing one at work wasn’t without value, distasteful though it may be.
Yet, this also wasn’t a hunt he was particularly concerned about, so far as challenges go. His steps are light, but that’s years of brutal training at work. So, he feels no need to be truly silent as he pulls the other blade from the sheath to prepare it as well. ]
But they must feel so betrayed by their— Oh, what do you call her? Lord Captain. Letting a xenos run free… [ He smirks ] A feeling you share with even these dregs, I think. How painful.
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[ It’s one barb traded for another. It’s not exactly true, after all, since Heinrix’s fear would be distinctly different, he’s sure. He’s gotten the barest taste of it before when he’d made his way into Tervantias’s foul lab a time or two while Heinrix was being “worked” on, but it truly was muddled there. Marazhai may have a talent for drawing out pain, but Tervantias was an artist by comparison. ]
Regardless…
[ He purrs out the word as the elevator slows, and the moment the gates open, he quickly steps out. It might feel like he wants to lose Heinrix as a tail if not for how he continues the conversation. Slaanesh whispers in the warp, and the best way to drown it out is to let the thunder of his own excited heartbeat take over. ]
They’re low quality prey-things, true…
[ He cuts down a corridor sharply, like he’s scented prey, and at the very, very least, it begins to show a secondary value for this excursion. Despite his towering height and the barbed, sharp armor, Marazhai still manages to move nearly silently down the corridor. His steps are sharp, but careful, like he can intuit which panels of flooring are looser and might squeak under the weight. The Drukhari were notably vicious and hostile Xenos, so how many records could there be to explain just how they were so deadly? Observing one at work wasn’t without value, distasteful though it may be.
Yet, this also wasn’t a hunt he was particularly concerned about, so far as challenges go. His steps are light, but that’s years of brutal training at work. So, he feels no need to be truly silent as he pulls the other blade from the sheath to prepare it as well. ]
But they must feel so betrayed by their— Oh, what do you call her? Lord Captain. Letting a xenos run free… [ He smirks ] A feeling you share with even these dregs, I think. How painful.