[ Even when the dust stirs whispering warnings of another presence that could match his own, Andor doesn't stop his methodical stalk towards his next meal. The more benevolent gods will come - they always do - and he will deal with it then. But he isn't concerned right now. If anything, there's anticipation that stirs within his bones. For they are a meal, a meal that will satisfy and fill his belly longer than a village full of mortal's fears ever could. Maybe if this benevolent god arrives, he'll be able to stop this raging fire that burns in his veins calling out for him to fill the void. So he welcomes them, the dust dancing and weaving through the air, leading this newcomer to where he is.
When Aegis finds him, Andor has caught a mortal like a cat with a mouse. He doesn't bother playing with his food, he's not malicious or cruel enough for that, but he does have them encased in his dust and dirt and sand, coiled tightly around them to still their squirming. He's about to partake when he hears them, this benevolent god come to stop him from having his fill. Or maybe he should look at it like they've come to deliver a tastier entree for him?
If he looks at it that way, that gunblade in his hand is nothing more than a mere toy.
Andor turns his head slowly, casting an unbothered glance over his shoulder. Recognition fills his gaze but only for a moment before his hunger quietly places its hands over Andor's ears and stills the pulse of familiarity in his heart for someone he considers a friend. ]
It isn't enough. [ The sound of his voice is like the surface of a burning star. Quieted by the endless vacuum that is space but no less powerful. No less ravenous. ] This isn't any of your business, Aegis.
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When Aegis finds him, Andor has caught a mortal like a cat with a mouse. He doesn't bother playing with his food, he's not malicious or cruel enough for that, but he does have them encased in his dust and dirt and sand, coiled tightly around them to still their squirming. He's about to partake when he hears them, this benevolent god come to stop him from having his fill. Or maybe he should look at it like they've come to deliver a tastier entree for him?
If he looks at it that way, that gunblade in his hand is nothing more than a mere toy.
Andor turns his head slowly, casting an unbothered glance over his shoulder. Recognition fills his gaze but only for a moment before his hunger quietly places its hands over Andor's ears and stills the pulse of familiarity in his heart for someone he considers a friend. ]
It isn't enough. [ The sound of his voice is like the surface of a burning star. Quieted by the endless vacuum that is space but no less powerful. No less ravenous. ] This isn't any of your business, Aegis.