Welcome to Gaia! ::

Looks at the book and gets up. She walks closer, trying to read what book it is. Akina wondered if he'd mind if she could draw him.

Smiles and pulls out charcoal and paper. Akina sits and starts to draw him.

Akina smiles and continues drawing him, the fire moving along her body, showing off her curves.

((I could, just depends how you'd like to be drawn.))

Akina smiles.
"It's alright..."
She sat there drawing him, almost done. As soon as she finishes she walks over to him, showing him the drawing and sitting on the edge of his chair.
((Ok....))

(ignore)
The Winner- It's you.

The creature known as the Spleen-Eater walked along the ancient corridors in a house almost as old as the one who dwelled in it's recessess. The alien was largely ignorant of the human-type lore concerning this place, but knew the master of this house was to be avoided if he decided the intruder in his home was unfriendly.
The Spleen-Eater looked at various signs, until he reached a set of double doors that leaked the smell of things even older through it's cracks and crevices. the door was locked, a mildly frustrating aspect of the human-type things, they gaurded everythign so closely. The Spleen-Eater parted his jaws to reveal his irregularly serrated teeth dripping with the all-corroding acid the alien used mutilpurposefully. It spat the corrosive on the door lock, and almost instantly a hole was eaten though the door, and the acid continued it's path towards the ground, eating away yet more of the door before finally neutralizing. the Spleen-Eater creaked the door open noiselessly (Fwa!) and stepped inside. It took in the smell of old, books and tomes of various sciences and lore lined the room, filling it with stacks upon stacks and reams upon reams of paper. The creature took a moment to orient himself before browsing along the ancient shelves. He finally selected a play, a work by one of his own. The book was entitled Macbeth, and the Spleen-Eater knew it to be a book of strategy written by his comrade, W'll Shak'sprr, disguised as prey-wrighting. the Spleen-Eater sat down, reading the passages laid down by his ancestor, one of the greatest prey-wrights in Spl'eenian history.

The Spleen-Eater snorted, not overly fond of telepaths. It ate the copy of Macbeth, so that at least this one would not fall into human hands. it stood that ever-malevolent grin plastered across its inhuman features. Its eyes narrowed to little more than slits as it exited the library, intent on at least findng this... thing, in his head.

The Spleen-Eater regarded the master of the house coldly, with that dark grin still present on it's lips, it's teeth covered in a fine sheen of slick green acid. It looked rather ridiculous, clad in only heart-print boxers and a set of overly large boots. It's body was humanoid, strangely enough, a stark contrast to the elongated noggin of the creature. It was clearly something of which it's like had never been seen before. It's eyes narrowed, yet it stilll retained that slightly unnerving grin. In it's mind, a perplexing and twisting thing of bizzare Ideas and thought patters, it resolved to not reveal the ability it could speak human, and the fact that it ate the book was more than enough to stand by this fact.