Shadow Mountain dig so deep for scars

The words stopped everything. Time held it's breath as he caught an entirely different alignment in both mind and body. Everything had shifted from jovial and jaunty to silent as the graves where no one dared to tread.

The mocha mixbreed stopped with such a halted posture, unmoving as the voice of cauldron brew called him from his solo-time. His tail moved naught, his heart barely even beat at this point, as his extreme concentration went into this lone voice.

To assess the voice, a neck craned almost to it's most natural limit over a slender lean shoulder, pale blue gaze meeting the roya amethysts that greeted him so...perfectly. A bone's join popped in his neck, and with quite a gorey loudness.
Well, it was rather rude to not give the woman full attention, now wasn't it?

"It is!" he confirmed with a macabre smile, flecks of garnet betwixt beguiling ivories. "Tim Tom says hello, too!", he commented cheekily as a stained tongue wrapped morbidly around his dear friendly cousin's remains.

"You must be-" he began, taking a step forward in a way that reminded one of corpse dances. "the one who's playtimes never end! I've travelled all over looking for you," he barked with such glee. "My newest and oldest best friend..."

Earthy skeleton walked himself forward, looking up at her with such intent. Something disturbed and broken lie in those dead blue eyes, near colorless save for the most minute of tint.
She would be the latest to replace the voice in his head, wouldn't she?
He couldn't wait to tell her his name.

And couldn't wait even more for him to ingest hers.