@_-AbyssalFury-_ :; as promised!!
the , tall , assasin imp stared at the dragon before him , tail rattling softly behind him . between his teeth came a long strand of wheat which he chewed on delicately . how strange . dragons never usually wound up in hell . especially not ones that looked so unique and quirky . striker held the piece of wheat between two fingers , twirling it around softly . ❝ howdy , where'd you come from , eh?❞ he wasn't entirely sure if the creature could understand him , but leaned forwards intently .