nothing entirely its own. not in this life. its massive, filling most of the hall, and it looms over poe like its found a particularly fascinating rabbit stuck in a pitiful trap. and then, quaintly, it presses its nose into poes palm.
warm air sighs across the grated floor. everything comes into stillness as though the world has held its breath; here, life is but a walking shadow. a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage.
﹙weapon 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀.﹚ i found you. ﹙reports had funded clues. footage of a stellaron hunter's intrusion, surveillance cuts, clamour erupts. cue discord &͟ terror— a ruinous beast arrives.﹚come out. ﹙now, a hand offers out.﹚ it's just me.
there is a perfect mulberry color. from the shadows it eases forward, still predatory in gait. something unnatural weighs its frame. chimeric. the sneer of something draconian with the furred keel of something foxian .. or maybe borison.
@mothsepoch the xianzhou alliance .. does not discriminate fault between the immortalizer and that which becomes immortal. especially not in my case. ( ... ) i did die that day. ( he looks at poe then. considers him. ) i just didnt stay dead.
@mothsepoch ( withdraw. not cruelly, in fact, he traces his fingers across its palm and, for a moment, examines the difference between their hands. ) you dont need my permission.
@mothsepoch 𝓸h ... nothing. nothing at all. ( audibly smiling. ) im not? no ... i suppose i wouldnt be. tsk. and here i was holding the light for you. ( voice light, teasing. )
@mothsepoch ( the nameless will ruin fate. jiāháo almost laughs. its a pointless misunderstanding, this inherent idea that all scripts by elios hand must need ruining. but he doesnt correct it. ) really now? then ill look forward to the show.
@mothsepoch i would. ( because of course, some things dont change. ) its a good tradition actually. to switch drinks, there was some story about it that i cant quite remember. poison testing. ... trust.