Dean does it again!

[sanguisfiat]

Anton's humming becomes ragged and the fingerdrumming arythmic when the Beast seethes, finding an adversary behind Nicolo's words. As he steps from the tree, the Haunt's vacant gaze roams over Nicolo, eventually settling on the eyes. He speaks in a dusty drawl, containing faint accent, where syllables are bludgeons, edged with an almost insectile buzzing.

"Buenos dÃ*as, Primogen-Priest. We need words, you and I. Inside?"

OMFG Where syllables are bludgeons! HOLY HELL! Dean you rock this ex English Major's world.

[Jmiland1]

Dean is such a pleasure to read.