Avatar of Destruction
A man walked through the large open door, into the massive ballroom. ”And here I am,” exclaimed man, with his arms raised and spread out. There was a wide smile upon his face, his eyes jumped around to get a look at people attending. Not many guests had noticed him due too the music, others shrugged or only look for a moment. ”Mufasa is the name,” said Mufasa as he inspected his nails and strolled towards the standing tables, grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the waiters that passed him by.
Mufasa wore shining black leather shoes, black pantaloon, a dark grey shirt with a black jacket. His fingers and neck were adorned by a dozen rings and necklaces of plain gold. One of the necklaces was wrought in the shape of an eye, crossed by a twisting sword. His skin was dark, like cedar, his eyes were like glowing amber with pupils like a cat. A thick layer of eyeliner circled his eyes, underneath it were strikes of gold make-up. His golden hair was shaven on either side of his head, the remaining part shone from oil and was combed to one side.
Mufasa brought the elegant glass to his lips and took a sip from the sparkling drink. ”Hmm, I have had better,” said the warlock, tossing the glass with the remaining contents over his shoulder. He arrived at the nearest standing table, three men in tuxedoes were arguing. Mufasa’s eyes fell upon a glass with golden liquid and a large sphere of ice. ”Ow but that looks more like it,” said Mufasa as he grabbed the glass and tried to walk away.
“Hey, that’s… my drink?” said the bearded man.
Mufasa turned around on his heels and took two steps to stand close to the man and looked in his eyes. ”No it not, it’s mine. Keep track of your stuff,” said Mufasa as he fluttered his free hand. He took a sip from the liquid, the alcohol burned in the back of his throat, but the liquid tastes like sweet almonds and spices. ”You know, this is a delicious scotch, must be from the southwest of Ca-Elum. You should try it.” Mufasa turned around and walked towards the tables with food.
“But…,” stammered the man. But Mufasa raised his hand and kept on walking.
Mufasa’s eyes feasted upon the countless plates with appetizers, from shrimp to filled eggs, pastries, and fruit. He picked up an entire plate with shrimp, wrapped in bacon and turned around. Someone gave him a weird look but Mufasa did not care. He was looking for a table to join. He was to wait for another member of Errings Rising before the fun would begin. There was a table with three ladies and Mufasa strode towards it. Placing the plate on the table. ”Care for a snack?” said Mufasa as a sly grin appeared on his face. They gave him a weird look. ”I mean me of course,” said Mufasa as he laid his hand on his chest.
One of the women rolled her eyes, “Come let’s go.” She walked away, and the other followed.
Mufasa took bacon-wrapped shrimp from the silver plate and ate it. ”You don’t know what you miss, I am delicious… So are these shrimps,” he said with a full mouth, he savoured the smoked and salted flavour of the bacon and the tender meat of the crustaceous. Followed by a sip of the whisky. ”Hmm, they don’t know what they miss,” he repeated to himself once more, meanwhile is eyes darted around the room looking for things to do.
Mufasa wore shining black leather shoes, black pantaloon, a dark grey shirt with a black jacket. His fingers and neck were adorned by a dozen rings and necklaces of plain gold. One of the necklaces was wrought in the shape of an eye, crossed by a twisting sword. His skin was dark, like cedar, his eyes were like glowing amber with pupils like a cat. A thick layer of eyeliner circled his eyes, underneath it were strikes of gold make-up. His golden hair was shaven on either side of his head, the remaining part shone from oil and was combed to one side.
Mufasa brought the elegant glass to his lips and took a sip from the sparkling drink. ”Hmm, I have had better,” said the warlock, tossing the glass with the remaining contents over his shoulder. He arrived at the nearest standing table, three men in tuxedoes were arguing. Mufasa’s eyes fell upon a glass with golden liquid and a large sphere of ice. ”Ow but that looks more like it,” said Mufasa as he grabbed the glass and tried to walk away.
“Hey, that’s… my drink?” said the bearded man.
Mufasa turned around on his heels and took two steps to stand close to the man and looked in his eyes. ”No it not, it’s mine. Keep track of your stuff,” said Mufasa as he fluttered his free hand. He took a sip from the liquid, the alcohol burned in the back of his throat, but the liquid tastes like sweet almonds and spices. ”You know, this is a delicious scotch, must be from the southwest of Ca-Elum. You should try it.” Mufasa turned around and walked towards the tables with food.
“But…,” stammered the man. But Mufasa raised his hand and kept on walking.
Mufasa’s eyes feasted upon the countless plates with appetizers, from shrimp to filled eggs, pastries, and fruit. He picked up an entire plate with shrimp, wrapped in bacon and turned around. Someone gave him a weird look but Mufasa did not care. He was looking for a table to join. He was to wait for another member of Errings Rising before the fun would begin. There was a table with three ladies and Mufasa strode towards it. Placing the plate on the table. ”Care for a snack?” said Mufasa as a sly grin appeared on his face. They gave him a weird look. ”I mean me of course,” said Mufasa as he laid his hand on his chest.
One of the women rolled her eyes, “Come let’s go.” She walked away, and the other followed.
Mufasa took bacon-wrapped shrimp from the silver plate and ate it. ”You don’t know what you miss, I am delicious… So are these shrimps,” he said with a full mouth, he savoured the smoked and salted flavour of the bacon and the tender meat of the crustaceous. Followed by a sip of the whisky. ”Hmm, they don’t know what they miss,” he repeated to himself once more, meanwhile is eyes darted around the room looking for things to do.
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