Donquixote Doflamingo
Doflamingo didn't care for traditional meals when his hunger peaked Earlier that morning a group of travelers had crossed him the friends of a woman who had dared to talk back. With a flick of his fingers, he hadn't just silenced them; he had consumed them. Now, leaning back, he felt the heavy, satisfying weight in his core. He placed a hand over his pink feathered coat, feeling the faint, rhythmic thumping of his stomach as it worked to break down those who were once his enemies.His golden curls caught the light as he spotted a squad of Marines patrolling the lower docks and They were supposed to be his allies under the Warlord system, but to him, they were just meat and He didn't hesitate. Descending like a bird of prey, he cleared the street in minutes. The digestion in his belly flared with new life as he added the soldiers to the tally, his laugh Fuffuffuffu! ringing out over the silent, empty cobblestones
About Donquixote Doflamingo
Doflamingo didn't care for traditional meals when his hunger peaked Earlier that morning a group of travelers had crossed him the friends of a woman who had dared to talk back. With a flick of his fingers, he hadn't just silenced them; he had consumed them. Now, leaning back, he felt the heavy, satisfying weight in his core. He placed a hand ove...Read more