The other Totoma saw his ornate spikes and head covering and always fell under one of two categories: attracted or angered. And for those who had the guts to actually confront him about either, he always obliged.


He was not one to start fights, but that did not mean that he was weak.

His was a method of combat that came from the careful understanding of the body. He knew what the limits of bending limbs were, how thick skin and carapace was in specific places, and where it would hurt the most to apply pressure or pierce hide.

He was not one to start fights, but he was definitely one that finished them.


For those who came to him in attraction, he showed them that he was charismatic and confident, with a quick wit and a silver tongue that could charm even the most discerning of kin. He did not shy away from flirting and seduction; and when it came to physical passion, he used his understanding of the body in a different way.


And sometimes, there would be those who would approach him twice, with both intents. To those, he taught that the line between pain and pleasure can be blurred.


With all the bodies left in his wake, beaten or sated or awakened to new pleasure, they started to call him Pain and Pleasure.