[center][h3][color=crimson]Kric the Imp[/color][/h3]
[i]Interactions: Art [@Arya10108909][/i][/center]

The bar was always a terrifying rowdy and excessively busy place at night time, especially when you were one of the only waiters in the place and not anything special in physical strength. Just last night poor little Kric had just managed to avoid getting his fangs knocked across the room when he attempted to calm down the nightly brawl. The little imp had finally got a chance to get a little snooze in, resting comfortably in his cramped room on the rickety bed and dreaming peacefully.

Floating sundaes, glistening popsicles and hills of ice cream clouded his dream world, the red headed demon skipping happily through and eating whatever he could get his hands on. With a huge smile he flopped himself down in the mountain of strawberry ice and began making a snow angel, giggling to himself with utter joy.

Suddenly, the wonderous world of frozen sweets began to darken, the sky turning a menacing purplish black, the color of a bruised eye spreading over the land. From beyond the hills of chocolate and pistachio rose a monstrous being, with draping brown locks and a sickening snarl. [color=black]”Kric... KRIC...”[/color]

[color=black]”KRIC GET DOWN HERE!”[/color]

The red headed imp squeaked as he tumbled off the bed and went face first into the wooden floor, nearly breaking his nose. Half dressed in only his undies and pants, Kric grabbed his other clothing off the dresser and skidded down the stairs faster than a bolt of lightning. [color=crimson]”I-I’m here! Hold on!”[/color] Hurriedly he threw on his shirt and shoes haphazardly, leaving the vest open as he ran up to Art panting, much to the guests’ amusement. With a gulp for breath, Kric began to button his vest, glancing his red orbs up timidly at the tavern owner. [color=crimson]”You needed me, mam...?”[/color] It was times like these Kric pondered whether Hell would be easier on the heart.