Familiar Haunts.

[Thalron]

It was true that he was not the most social creature, Spel'halaj enjoyed some amount of control over any situation he went into and one thing he always tried to keep was the amount of people he would deal with at a time... He very much prefered the one on one Dealings, or conversations. He, however doubted anyone would find him out here no one respected the dead anymore, himself included. But there was a actual reason for him to be here other than not liking crowds and that was... He had recently eaten and really did not feel like shuffling about places.

He had currently wound himself around an intracitely carved gravestone, it appeared to be an angel at one point but the arms which had once been holding something out infront of itself in offering to the dead it was frozen in watch over had been broken off... The culprit was not age or wear but the red creature currently entwined, he hated the thought that it conveyed... A peace offering, set in stone and forever out of reach by the one it was meant for. A loud gurgle disrupted his thoughts momentarily and he released a small burp... Glancing around in a paranoid manner to see if anyone other than the stone figures had seen this, but his paranoia seemed unfounded, or atleast his vision was inconclusive. He pulled himself up farther along the gravestone, winding a loop around the head of the statue, and resting his head upon it.

"Thissss place issss full of death and Liessss, Thesssse angelssss cannot fly and the dead will not find ssssalvation." He didn't know why he even bothered speaking, No one was hear, atleast no one that could hear him. Or atleast, so he thought.

[Kitty Love]

However there was another lurking the graveyard presently, and not one of the euclides persuasion either. Apahara'Rathujae found this place to be very calm and quiet, a place to gather thoughts and mull things over in your mind. However, a burp grabbed his attention and his eyelids lifted, revealing those cold grey orbs as they searched out the owner of such a rude gesture, finally resting upon the Hell serpent.

He himself was perched atop a small building, probably nothing more then the false tomb of someone rich enough, and important enough, to have such an elaborate resting place. It wasn't that he liked the finer things in life, it was merely that it accommodated his current form far better then any of the smaller stones. At present he was in his human form, finding it easier to blend into the scenery as such, and he wasn't constantly accused of being a werewolf. Imagine that... an Amuni who was such a despicable creature, pfft.

However, he was far from normal even how he looked now, there was just something about him that screamed abnormality. Perhaps it was the aura he exuded, or how cold and empty his gaze was, or perhaps how he dressed, he didn't't know, no one did. It was a person to person thing really.

His attire was simple, a dress shirt in a rather fetching shade of deep crimson, and plain black pants and shoes. His hair was straight as could be and shoulder length, black as well, and part of it hung down in his face ad he didn' even bother to brush it aside as he continued to watch the serpent, announcing his presence with no words, but with a simple clearing of his throat.

[Vyn]

Spel'halaj was not the only serpent in the graveyard, especially not the only one of a...shall one say, less heavenly approach to life. Binaelora slithered silently through the graveyard, pausing as she heard the voices of others in her vicinity. Remaining in her serpent's form, the Priest lifted herself up to gaze over the tombstones, seeking out the owner of the serpentine hiss.

It was not hard to spot the Hell coiled about the battered visage of a stone angel, bound to the earth in order to guard over corpses. It seems she had befallen this Hell's wrath, for her arms were shattered upon the earth at her feet, and her outstretched offering was in similar affairs.

The serpent, however, was Binae's true focus. Razor-like blades accented the tip of his white tail, spikes against his cheeks. He, like most Hell's, held such an needlessly rough appearance; so blatantly wicked and lacking of shame, of morals. Binae preferred a more...secretive approach to her sins.

"Liess found thiss world." Her voice held the slight hint of a serpentine hiss, but it was barely defined. Lending a faintly ominous hint to her otherwise sweet and melodic voice. "Fighting that reality iss futile."

Her gaze abruptly flicked over her shoulder, taking in the human upon the small tomb. Slowly she slithered into the open, coiling contentedly between the Hell and his stone angel and the Human perched upon his imitation tomb. No more than a nod was offered to his slight clearing of the throat before her attention was immediately returned to rest upon Spel'halaj.

[Rei]

][ *tempted to bring Janourgos in here just to see what'd happen xD* ][

[Thalron]

His eyes were just beginning to relax, staring off into space in the same direction as the battered figure... It was then that he heard that sound, A voice and then that.... Creature clearing its throat, He simply shifted his coils upwards slightly his tail dragging and scraping a long mark in the stone angel, Shifting his upper body to face the Serpent and Human... No... No it wasn't human; a human would not attempt to attract attention to himself let alone the attention of a hellish serpent. The only sign of recognition he gave the mock human was a rather annoyed hiss, before his attention turned to the more delightful form of that serpent... It was a rare occurrence that he found one of His kind around.

"I Wasss sssstating the obviousssss, I makess no claim of Fighting it." he said with an ill spirited 'humph' His voice was just as you'd expect from his serpentine form, cold and slippery Every word seemed edged with anger just barely constrained. "It ssseemsssss that all ssortssss are coming outss of the woodworkssss today..." His eyes shifted back to the humanoid figure... She had nodded to him, where they together? He hissed as he thought about it, Spel'halaj was not one who would hesitate to show these creatures what exactly it was that Hells did best if they came closer… He had been here first, and they could keep their distance or go away, he was actually hoping for the latter but would endure the other… If he had to.

Spel’halaj of course wouldn’t mind if just the Secret serpent stayed, she was much more of his type than the other… Thing, and also appeared to be much more intelligent, not that he expected anything that stayed in human form willingly to be capable of much more than grunts.

OoC:(( I'd prefer no more people join XD; I have trouble keeping up with more than 2 people))