Two strong-armed gentlebeast stood adjacent to the doorway. Igna peculiarly eyed them, the title of gentlebeast spawned by the common association of well-mannered men with suits. Inhumane structures of the monsters often halted their desired vestments.
"Good evening, my lord," stomped a charming man. The long black hair parted down the middle, a dark circle aroused the outline of his eyes, the lashes were sharp and menacing. A tattoo of a beast's head quietly rested on the neck. Aside from the masculine horns and heavy personage, the entity felt human. Vesper cowered in the corner. The gentlebeasts mounting the door glared, they oppressed her aura in much easiness.
"Good evening," returned Igna, he stepped closer and threateningly gawked. "Can I help you?" he asked, the ominous man backed off and nodded.
