Ladies and Gentlemen, from deep beneath the Mines of Moria, I give you: The Balrog!

[fatvalaraukar]

A fissure opens in the ground. Flames billow out. A dark, taloned hand grabs the ledge and a large creature pulls himself out. His large head turns, and he stares out into the Nexus. "Elllllen? Elllllllleeeeeeennnnnn? You're not Ellen," he says, glaring at some random woman. "Can you people keep it down? What does a Demon of Terror have to do to

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[nottheobvious]

Actually, yes.

[fatvalaraukar]

"DAMN. I was afraid of that."

[nottheobvious]

Sorry, dude.

((*fangirls mightily*))

[fatvalaraukar]

He flaps his metaphorical wings and pouts.

((*griiiiins*))

[fatvalaraukar]

"Can you play keyboards?"

[fatvalaraukar]

"Hmmmmmm." He scrutinzes her intensely.

[vicioussweetie]

"I think they're just the right amount of metaphorical for a demon of terror."

[fatvalaraukar]

"Awwww, that's so sweet of you! Flattery will get you everywhere."

[vicioussweetie]

"It's only the truth."

[fatvalaraukar]

His flames glow a bit brighter, a Balrog blush.

[victormakesart]

"Ummm...a Demon of Terror can sleep if they buy me paint."

She nodded. "Yes. Yes they do."

[fatvalaraukar]

"Buy you paint. Really. Why don't I just eat you instead? Huh?"

He flaps his wings sadly. "I was afraid of that."

[victormakesart]

She eeped and considered hiding behind her hands, but what good would that really do? "'Cause that wouldn't help anythin'. 'Sides, I didn't wake you up."

"'M sorry. Maybe if you wore a cloak-thing they'd be more literal-ish."

[fatvalaraukar]

"Well, someone up here was being incredibly noisy." He glares. "And I can't wear clothes. They burn up. And I'd found this absolutely stunning tunic..." He sighs and shakes his head.

[turnabout_girl]

Should they?

[fatvalaraukar]

"No..."

[turnabout_girl]

And how can something LOOK metaphorical anyways?

To me the look demon-y and wing-y, so... Yeah.

[fatvalaraukar]

"They're wings of shadow. So they might not be real. Y'know? It gets so depressing."