#m.titus danforth

[quillsofmelancholy]

@thenamesallison liked for a starter | still accepting

And so the game had resumed, he had taken his place back in the world as Danforth heir. For the world nothing had changed. For him however, his twisted desire to hunt had been set free by the graces of Mr Le Bail.

Hubris got him killed, hubris would be what served him now at getting what he needed to fullfill his contract. It was freeing in a way, knowing that none of this mattered and he could take whatever the fuck he wanted, consequences be literally damned.

So maybe he was a bit gleeful when entering this after party of those who thought they managed the world. He picked up a glass of champagne and drank it empty. His eyes were quick to scan the room, and he made an annoyed face. Pathethic display as usual. Without his sister by his side, who could really keep him from showing some of his true colors, he had no plans in being polite.

As he crossed the room, he stopped at a food stand and looked so deinterested in what was displayed. What did interest him was the smell of a prey. He turned to see quite the interesting figure. "Huh, you're Stark's bastard, aren't you ?" he spoke up, voice soft and raspy, the reason being hidden by the kierchief around his neck. He picked up a mini hotdog and put it in his mouth.

[quillsofmelancholy]

@mischieflawed liked for a starter | no longer accepting - dbd verse

"Thank you for the hunt sweetheart, you're quite the runner." Titus chuckled into the woman's ear. He had dragged her by his hooked war hammer to him and lifted her by her neck. He almost dared her to give him more, his hubris darkening his eyes. She spat in his face which made him chuckle. "Good girl" he delected as he slammed her against the hook, head banged against the metal rods holding it. "She's gonna be very pleased." he whispered close to her face before lifting her up.

The hook pierced through the flesh, tissue and bone parting as the offering was given. As the cry echoed through the misty haunted grounds of the Mcmillan estate. Titus undid his kerchief to wipe the blood from his face, thus briefly revealing a gash on his neck. His lovely bride's parting gift before he fell into the service of the entity.

A noise caught his attention as he glanced towards one of the buildings of the mine. He scoffed, put his kierchief back on and lifted his bloody war hammer. Someone was watching. He whistled a melody as he just walked nonchantely towards the building, feeling the area with a boistering need to show off. "I know you're there...come out come out whoever you are" he provoked with a hushed dark voice.