Zain
The undead thing is slighted by her lack of trust in his words. Had he given her reason to not trust him? Surely it was on assumption alone, this he could understand given his appearance. His intentions of the trade were simply cosmetic. He had no need for the gifts the statue adorns those who bled upon it. No, he was neither fond of horn nor wing. He had no need for such trinkets and so that was the deal he struck. No blood shall be shed upon the stone.
Her verbal acceptance of the agreement is met with a dip of his torn face. He plays the part, a part she plays just as well, one of cunning mannerisms and carefully selected words.
Without another thought she is moving towards the totem, pressing her pale lips into it. The coarse surface draws blood, a scent quickly detected by the sickly being. As it seeps from her flesh his ears prick forwards, the coppery tang moistening his tongue. His body lurches forward but his hooves remain planted in place, retaining his position as the magics of their world switch the entities. His blackened lips curl into a devious smirk as the statue disappears from view.
His brow furrows the slightest when she wipes the dried blood from her lips. Such a waste, he thinks, but he remembers his purpose here as she speaks again. His long-tangled dreads lash at his hunches as he replies, "Pleasure was all mine your Majesty." The shadows that had been quiet this entire interaction begin to stretch haphazardly around him; smoke to billows from his orifices and gaping wounds. The seemingly empty sockets within his skull glow brighter with a fiery ember aura, revealing to her all he is, before he speaks in a sinister tone, "Oh you'll know him when you see him," an evil guffaw rises from deep in his chest while his large frame begins to draw away from the heavenly Gates Queen.
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Viszla He had to up the creepy for a lasting impression!(If there wasn't one already xD)
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.