Idle Mannerisms. (DWC8-5.)
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Clicks of heels crunched through the red dirt roads of Orgrimmar at a steady, confident pace. The pendulum sway of a curvaceous set of hips flowed in time with an unheard rhythm, and the soft jingle of decor on the belt that struggled to keep the tightly fit leather clung to the man's lower extremities echoed in turn, signifying the bold, cocky strut of someone on a mission. The fluff of a furred collar stuck around his neck, adding to the eccentric outfit of what seemed like a creature far out of his element.
Every motion, each step forward drew the demon closer to his goal, whatever that may have been. Maybe he honestly didn't have a destination in mind, but if someone walked with confidence, they often weren't bothered by the lesser-willed creatures. Of course, that pace finally slowed when he reached the Valley of Honour where lush pools of icy blue waters could scowl across the open layout and its inhabitants, looking for something in particular.
People watching.
He was bored, and hungry and lacked anything to keep him entertained and out of trouble. Sure, he'd promised a certain Priest to not draw any attention to himself but the thinly-laced blindfold across his eyes that did very little to hide the icy glow of his eyes shrouded his vision, and thus fingers raised to pull it down, revealing the striking hues to the world.
So much for blending in.
In truth, Incu found a post to lean against in order to watch the crowd, picking and plucking his meal silently in his head. Something simple, easy, a dreamer to latch onto that he could silently manipulate within the corners of the Dreamscape. That was... Until a frustrated being stormed by him, anger dripping off their forms. The emotional overload, the tension, and the rage were enough to elicit a small shiver up the demon's spine. He was practically drooling.
Perfect.
Pivoting on his heel, Incu shoved his hands deep into his coat's pockets to follow along, the unseen tail whipped and lashed behind him in excitement until his body simply morphed into nothing but a hint of shadow to pursue the would-be dreamer of the evening. He might very well start to enjoy this side of the Dreamscape, after all...
Would it hurt? Not at all.
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