<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/MolochMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Moloch, #2882</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Backyard<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday, Dusk<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Any<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Moloch didn't realize that he was no longer alone until the younger man cleared his throat.  As Sam spoke, he rose off the plinth he had been sitting on and turned to unabashedly look the blonde over.  Smoke curled lazily up from his cigarette as his eyes traveled from the chiseled jaw, to broad shoulders, down his sculpted chest to his powerful legs and then back up to meet his gaze.  A faint smile touched his lips at Sam's loss for words, head tilting as he took a slow drag off his cigarette and exhaled at the sky before murmuring softly with a satiny baritone.<strong>"Thank you.  I rather like yours, as well.  It's very understated, which plays up your natural beauty."</strong><br/><br/>He leaned to set his glass on the plinth and then offered his right hand, eyes glittering in the shadows of his imposing mask.<strong>"I'm Moloch."</strong>The black silk robe that he had exchanged for his clothing was cinched closed at the waist, the sides folded one over the other to ensure that he was fully covered.  The only skin showing was the slight V from his collarbones to the top of his chest, revealing naturally tanned skin and a hint of trimmed salt-and-pepper chest hair, his hands and bare feet.  He was obviously not a man afraid to engage in the sort of grooming that was considered traditionally feminine, such as manicures and pedicures.  His grip was confident and intimate, without being imposing, his skin slightly rough and warm, and his nails were neatly trimmed and buffed.