This is exactly what you think it is.

[insanecharisma]

[He stands tall. Well, the size of an average human man. Unmoving. Stiff. Rigid. Composed.

As if he's listening for something. With some very... fancy... ears.]

I do believe I have caught the scent of trolls.

[A brief pause.]

...And beef.

[This can only mean one thing.]

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[insanecharisma]

[Soryk simply stares at the... animal addressing him.]

You were under the impression I had intentions to eat either?

[He laughs heartily.] By the gods, absolutely not. I would never dream of soiling myself with such imperfections.

[obfuskate]

[ oh. hm.

Shadow's going to have to watch this one. Something about him wigs him out... ]

So your implication is that you are perfect and/or you seek perfection.

[insanecharisma]

Less implication and more matter-of-fact.

[See that face, Shadow? Soryk's not the kidding sort. He's being one hundred percent serious. He truly believes he's perfection incarnate, even if he doesn't say it quite like that.

You can totally trust him.]

[obfuskate]

Matter-of-fact to you, perhaps... but you face nothing more than an illusion. You are not the perfect being.

[ Guess why he thinks he isn't? Come on, guess. Three guesses and the first two don't count. ]

[insanecharisma]

So you say.

[But the little smile Soryk's wearing says otherwise.

we need to make this canon somehow...

[obfuskate]

It is a fact. I know this given that I am the perfect being.

[ Of course. Of course it's that. ]

It is entirely canon. xD

[insanecharisma]

I believe you mean you are delusional.

[Why yes, he does look a little proud.]

HEHHHHH

[obfuskate]

I could say the same for you.

Tell me. Have you been scientifically deemed planet Earth's Ultimate Lifeform?

[ He raises a single brow. He doesn't really think so. ]

Clearly they are brothers from different mothers.

[insanecharisma]

[This title doesn't seem very impressive.]

That sounds far less prestigious than the Left Hand of Fate.

[No. You are an insignificant footnote on Soryk's epic world notes.]

PROBABLY.

[obfuskate]

... and just what does that entail?

[ Okay. Now he's curious, as well as visibly bothered by the idea of that. ]

[tealribbons]

Information for privileged ears.

[And not yours.]

[obfuskate]

Let me guess. Privileged ears -- ergo, not mine.

[ Can't see any other implication, really. ]

[tealribbons]

If you are implying those... things- [He motions to Shadow's 'ears'.] -are ears, then affirmative.

[obfuskate]

[ His ears subconsciously flick at the attention they receive. ]

Your ears are not much better.

[ Look at them, how massive and pointy. Is that really necessary for his species? They look ridiculous. ]

[tealribbons]

[He's rather fond of his ears and it shows in how he willingly displays them for Shadow.]

On the contrary, I do believe my ears to be akin to gifts from the very gods. Others would be far more sightly if they were given the same. And yet I do understand some are simply not worthy.

[obfuskate]

They... are not gifts from whatever deities exist, nor are they particularly special.

They are ears.

[ yep. this dude be cray. ]