[His lair has always smelled faintly of sulphur. It's part of the mountain, his mountain, the place he fashioned a rough yet serviceable home out of before the Reapers came to obliterate his world.
Now there's the strong scent of smoke in the air. Smoke and fire. Claw marks in the stone, frighteningly deep.
He's brooding by the secondary exit to the mountain when she comes calling.]
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Date: 2014-08-19 05:48 pm (UTC)Now there's the strong scent of smoke in the air. Smoke and fire. Claw marks in the stone, frighteningly deep.
He's brooding by the secondary exit to the mountain when she comes calling.]
....Lace?