06-04-2017, 05:14 PM
Minos was watching the second slave he acquired, not replying immediately to Trystan as he gaged the other man up. At least he had the good sense to know when to quit. That spelled some promise for compromise. "Whether he'll be alright or not is entirely his choice." he muttered to Trystan, bringing the other Cursed closer, letting his feet touch the cold floor through the bubble. Clapping his hands, Minos gave them a theatrical bow, his voice carrying a whimsical tone. "So, from the top! My name is Minos and, in case there was any doubt in your heads, I am a Blessed. I have no qualms claiming that I'm not your run of the mill Blessed either, because not only am I older than most, I've become one with my blessing for so long I don't even remember what I used to look like."
To further cement the notion, Minos removed his cloak, revealing features that shouldn't be possible for the shape he appeared to have had. His skin was pitch black, and the same blue glowing lines etched onto the granite ran through it, creating strange, tattoo-like geometrical designs on his cheeks and neck. One'd think he had some elven blood mixed in with his long ears and fine features, but where his brows would stand a second pair of eyes was trained on his new subjects, all four completely crimson, no pupil, no white, nothing, giving the unsettling feeling of not knowing where exactly Minos's was looking at. His hair was collected in a long central braid, the same blue as the markings, with the sides of his head completely bald and bearing the strange blue sigils. The most jarring change of all were a pair of curled, ridged transparent horns jutting out of his forehead, like a ram's, framing his face, filled with what looked like an ever shifting night sky. Minos' had long embraced his element, his magic, and his humanity had been the price. A price that those with enough power rarely paid, and the handful who risked it seldom survived, most with their mind in shambles.
"Regarding my expectations of you, there's very little I require from you both. Comply with my research and you'll be treated fair and square. Now, this will be the only warning you'll receive." Although he was still smiling, the flatness of his voice left little room for doubt that he meant business. "Don't get cute with me. Don't test my patience. If you act like animals, you'll be treated just like that: animals. I'm not one for the bloodier side of things, but I will exact punishment if you cross the line. Understood?"
To further cement the notion, Minos removed his cloak, revealing features that shouldn't be possible for the shape he appeared to have had. His skin was pitch black, and the same blue glowing lines etched onto the granite ran through it, creating strange, tattoo-like geometrical designs on his cheeks and neck. One'd think he had some elven blood mixed in with his long ears and fine features, but where his brows would stand a second pair of eyes was trained on his new subjects, all four completely crimson, no pupil, no white, nothing, giving the unsettling feeling of not knowing where exactly Minos's was looking at. His hair was collected in a long central braid, the same blue as the markings, with the sides of his head completely bald and bearing the strange blue sigils. The most jarring change of all were a pair of curled, ridged transparent horns jutting out of his forehead, like a ram's, framing his face, filled with what looked like an ever shifting night sky. Minos' had long embraced his element, his magic, and his humanity had been the price. A price that those with enough power rarely paid, and the handful who risked it seldom survived, most with their mind in shambles.
"Regarding my expectations of you, there's very little I require from you both. Comply with my research and you'll be treated fair and square. Now, this will be the only warning you'll receive." Although he was still smiling, the flatness of his voice left little room for doubt that he meant business. "Don't get cute with me. Don't test my patience. If you act like animals, you'll be treated just like that: animals. I'm not one for the bloodier side of things, but I will exact punishment if you cross the line. Understood?"