assharas
《۞》⁓ Shrouded in a veil of seemingly ubiquitous hordes of blackbirds, lanky build drapes loosely in a levitated state above ground. Irritable groan surfaces beneath cold breath, fixating frigid stares at a recognizable silhouette. Slumping onto a nearby bench, audible crunch as the mage bit into a peach.
“ Oi, squirt. ”
Of course, his commentary was more so standard fare from the trollish tyrant. However, there was a score to settle between the two. An obvious rivalry that seemed to consistently escalate over time, Judar was sure that his presence may have made the other anxious in one way or another. Though he wouldn’t dare opt to attack Aladdin as he was currently, just knowing that he existed in the same realm gave Judar an incentive to stay diligent to his craft. Taking yet another bite, the black magi idly questioned.
“ Want a bite? ”
