She lets out a distorted cooing sound, then moves herself closer. Her helmet taps ever so gently against his, causing the least amount of pain from both of them. There was a gentle groan, then a deep sighing sound.
It appears as though you’ve been lonely.
If the monster had a visible face, he would been smirking right now. He enjoyed the intimate gestures of his beloved queen immensely; all the irritation and agony he felt on a daily basis seemed to fade when she was around.
Here we see the courting behaviors of a male and female pyramid head.
Oh, did she follow. His call was reciprocated with a more pitched grown of her own, and even when treading lightly, did her steps create echoes in darkened hallways. Her blade grated against decrepit floors behind her as she appeared within a doorway next to him; she made her presence known to him as he did with her.
The beast ceased his call as he felt his counterpart emerge from the darkness and journey towards his location. Small huffs of satisfaction escaped the metal cage that tortured his concealed cranium.
It’s been so long…
"…Sir? Is everything alright?"
[Cranes neck slowly, metal creaks as he stares at the stranger.]
"Never fear what you can devour, so tell me, which part of you is the S̗̹̠͍͟w̤̠͓̘̹͈e͔̺͞ẹ̢̤t͎̞̱̻ͅȩ̞͎̣̲͈̜̞s̴͈͎t͚͝?̣̘͎͡ ͎̘̖̣̺͠?"
What a simple question, the answer should have been obvious.
̵ ̧ ̷ ̶have foun͢d́ ͏m̡e͏.
✧-“A pest? I am anything but.”
Y͜ou s̷ure hav̧e a ͞h͟ígh òpiǹion ̛o̡f ͠yo͘ur͢s̶el̀f ́m͘or̷tal.
͞ ́ ͝B͢u͞t I can ͞a̧s̷sure̸ y̕ou ͠th̛a̕t̡ you ar͝e.̡
́ ҉ ͝ ̴ ̶ ̢ ̢ ̕ ͏ ̴ A͟t l̕e̕aşt͏..̴.͠y͞o͝u ͘w̶i̢l̶l̀ be.