[BlueInTheShell]

To say the man traveling on the road was dressed in the obscene was to say the sun was only somewhat bright. Xyni smiled with each look of revulsion that he was given from the various passersby; and a few of them he had even stopped to let them bask in the visions etched into the porcelain-colored armor he wore. Scenes of wanton debauchery and crude depictions of bestiality were emblazoned on his person - Though he could see within each and every single one of those eyes that narrowed in disgust. They were jealous. Jealous that they weren't but of the depictions on his armor. And each time they cursed out his name and spat insults at him, it was near bliss as the insults caressed his ears...

Xyni ran a finger across one of the blackened horns along his head, before it trailed slowly down his chest - Finally stopping an inch above his groin before darting his eyes through each bit of shrubbery. So serene. So ...boring. It made Xyni spit out his tongue in disgust; the forked muscle tasting stale, unaromatic air and churning his insides - Xyni looking to one of the other men in his entourage and then pulling him close; Xyni shoving his tongue halfway down the man's throat for several moments, and tasting the man before he pulled away, and began to resume their course of travel. Anything was better than the monotonous scents and tastes of nature. He needed something more extravagent.

It was a voice in the thicket nearby however that forced Xyni to stop for a moment; the man turning his head towards the forest, a small smirk turning into a grin, which stretched to an in human smile that went from ear to literal ear.

"...Oh look. Someone to experience and sample." Xyni sighed outloud dreamily, the man raising a hand and forcing his little troop to a halt. If there were more voices, the temptation would be too much, but for now Xyni showed a relatively rare moment of patience.