Khiziako yielded his sweet lullaby as he watched eagerly the girl awake. The words she had possessed flowed freely from her mouth into his delicate slits, the brute consuming the questioning tone. He had a thought that Marian no longer desired to be kept in these locked chasms alluded with venomous smoke, thus freedom was made clear to his well mind. "If it is outside you wish to go," he exclaimed, a crackling voice arising from his ashen maw with each breath, corrupted by wistful puffs of smoke. Craning his neck towards the several mouths to which light shown thickly through, the beast unraveled studded wings in a graceful sweep as he parted his slick jaws to finish his response. "... Then it is outside you may. Though I do not trust the nature, for it has an uncanny way of revealing its many surprises. Now that you are forever mine, it has simply been carried forth upon you. I may accompany you during your time outside, get the fresh air you need and come sing me a sweet song. A dreamless slumber I have had during these last few moons, and nothing else would soothe my hallow bones the way your wondrous lullabies have done." This was Khiziako's simple order, a task not to be reckon with unless you choose a steaming fate. He shifted his position and slowly carried forth his body through narrow passages, until he had reached the end of the darkened labyrinth.
