Den of the damned

[lw'nafh]

X paused for a moment, silent, before a clank of steel against steel could be heard, X obviously standing, removing himself from that dark corner of the room. His body was almost completely armoured, the plate armour appearing to have been built to fit the shape of his body, it was almost an exoskeleton in that sense...

X stood at about seven and a half feet. His legs were odd, they seemed to have two knee joints, as opposed to one, as most other creatures did. The leg slanted inward to the first knee joint, before pulling back, at an angle, to the second, and down again to his ankle, which lead to his uncovered feet. Unlike usual, he also lacked his helmet, his red-ish scales exposed to the light. His face was scarred, but they were different to most of the scars on his body, they were symmetrical, almost perfect, mirrored. His eyes were indeed mechanized, where is eye socket evidently used to be, was now a steel frame, inside the frame was an optical sphere, with a camera of some sort, that emitted a slight blue light.

He approached Walter, standing rather close to him.


"What about Macdeath, that lunatic? Did you know him...? How?"

But before Walter could reply, X turned to Axel.

"Impressive, 'tis indeed. Though I don't see myself using it... Immediately, generally I prefer anything I kill to be..... Grrrrmm.... Safe to eat."

He glanced back over to Walter for a moment, otherwise ignoring him.

"Tell me more about this ship, why chase after it, aside from sentiment?"

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