11-25-2016, 08:35 PM
.......In time, Dahmer had become less and less like his mother. Desole had been an integral part of his youth, maybe even the entirety of it, but the black beast knew that he had aged into his father's personality. It was better this way, though perhaps his mother would have hoped for a more controlled version of the boy. Ever the soldier, Desole the Hellhound had attempted to ingrain a sense of honor and stoicism in her son... perhaps he was a bit lax these days, erring on the side of laid-back, as his father had. He knew she'd appreciated the trait at some point, despite the tight line her lips made in disappointment these days at his indifference to all things regimented.
.......This shift in personality, from overbearing and headstrong to something much more amiable, had proven beneficial in the acquaintance department. It was much simpler to ask for the things one desires this way, when the party presented with the inquiry wasn't frightened or, you know, pissed. He tucks this thought away for later as Magnus mentions the Reckoning and draws Dahmer's attention back. His ears prick forward as another cold snort finds its way from his nostrils, the air clouding in front of his maw.
......."I suppose she got her point across," he muses quietly, blue eyes moving briefly to Clark, who had fallen silent.
.......When he looks back to Magnus, the buckskin stallion is laughing. The lazy sound is infectious, Dahmer's aversion to the cold forgottenas his own lips curl into a more natural smirk.
......."These creaky immortal bones could use some warming up, if you wouldn't mind the company."
