[M] Collective Troll

The demon's eyes adjusted quickly from the light of outside, to the near darkness of the yurt, though he squint slightly as to see everything inside. it was rather.. bare? Though the smell of food seemed to oddly waft his way... this was strange. Anyone meeting with a demon would not give them the time of day, they were as dangerous as many of them looked. He wasn't sure what to do or even what to say, though his tail waved with uncertainty behind him.

Zagan only took a step or two closer, there was no reason for him to put trust in this troll; though this darkness gave him a slight upper-hand. "Don't eat babies, huh? Can't say I'd pass up the chance if given," he smirked to himself, meat was more of his thing, "you don't say? Maybe you should believe what you hear, don't you think? Isn't it dangerous to be sat with me, in here, alone? Figured you might have a guard with you. Though I suppose you'd well enough be able to protect yourself if needed, am I wrong?"

The nude figure didn't take another step forward, he was still taking in his surroundings, any place that could be use to escape it needed. In all, the flap to the yurt seemed to be the only place of escape. He groaned, though it came out as a growl, but soon made his way closer.

He hesitated a moment, before sitting himself as well. This troll, Khara, was far too friendly for his own good. "Zagan, Demon of the house or Terror..."