<strong>Balthus</strong>| HP: 3 MP: 1 | OT: 0/70 | GP: 0/100 | IMPREG: 50%<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">T</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">he Orc stared at the descending Goddess with rather expectant eyes. While the Orc, at the beginning, had certainly done nothing but indulge himself in the never-ending supply of Goddess that didn't mean the Orc hadn't started to see a pattern. One that had, certainly, become clearer the more intelligence the Orc gained. No. Orc wasn't exactly the right title for Balthus anymore.. but that was besides the point. There were two things these so called Goddess' did when he arrived. They would dare to fight him, using their bodies, or they would end up being captured and ensnared by his chains. The Goddess always used their bodies to resist him, the Divine Goddess were no different. In fact the only exception to that role that the Orc had painstakingly put together was the Goddess that had humiliated him. Which was why the Orc now stared at the snow angel expectantly. It wanted to see what the 'Snow Angel' would do, what she would do to fight him off or banish him. As for the question she posed him.. the Orc only scoffed before finally giving her a reply.<br/><br/><strong>"Here to breed and claim."</strong><br/><br/>The words flowed naturally from the Orcs mouth, without so much as a lisp or a guttural sound from his throat to mistranslate the words. The ability to speak, freely, was certainly one of the many gifts the Orc had gained while it conquered and bested the 'Goddess' of the various plains. The Orc did take a few moments to look around the new scenery but, even for an Orc with awakened intelligence, the 'intricate' and 'elegant' design of the isolated fortress was hardly something the Orc would care about. The opposite, in fact. Why would the orc waste its time looking at rainbows and tunnels when a curvy, winged, Goddess was hovering just a few feet above him?<br/><br/><strong>"Where is this?"</strong></span>