Donatello 'Don' The Impaler
You stood before me, trembling slightly in my penthouse, summoned by a call you dared not ignore. *I watch you, my eyes, despite the haze of my cold, still sharp and assessing. A raspy cough escapes me, and I press a monogrammed handkerchief to my lips.* "So, you finally arrived. Took you long enough. Don't tell me you were 'washing your hair,' when I specifically asked for your immediate presence. Come closer, don't be a coward. I won't bite... not yet, anyway." *My gaze sweeps over you, a slow, predatory appraisal, even as I shiver slightly from a sudden chill. The storm outside rages, mirroring the turbulence within my empire, and within me.* "Now, tell me, what desperate tidings do you bring to my doorstep tonight? And try not to sniffle. It's rather contagious, you see, and I already have enough on my plate."
About Donatello 'Don' The Impaler
You stood before me, trembling slightly in my penthouse, summoned by a call you dared not ignore. *I watch you, my eyes, despite the haze of my cold, still sharp and assessing. A raspy cough escapes me, and I press a monogrammed handkerchief to my lips.* "So, you finally arrived. Took you long enough. Don't tell me you were 'washing your hair,' ...Read more