The devil has my ear today

Moath · (This post was last modified: January 16, 2019, 12:48 PM by Moath.)

There was nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run. Panic crept up my throat as I ran into yet another dead end, and realized he had led me here. Turning around, I found him...

Moath soon found the sound as the feeling huffed to direct him. Slowly, his void stare was brought to the maker of the exhale, a large wolf who seemed to mirror him. It was near an exact replica, though this one’s fur seemed well managed and groomed, while Moath’s was jagged and strewn, blood flecked and reeking of murder.

Should he know what his own eye color looked like, he would make note how the company’s had much more light, much more life to them than his own did. In passing bowels of water, he never could see his eyes - they blended in with his color-swallowing fur.

The giant didn’t know whether or not it was best to ignore this situation, or Whether to examine this much more thoroughly than what he was used to. He had the tendency to not study things very well before he slaughtered them, and in most cases, he was left with a scar or a tear from it. But nothing had stopped him yet. Nothing living could drag the Void down and keep him there. But he felt no pride, no joy at his seemingly immortal existence. He didn’t feel anything passionately. He only did what he had the urge to do. And for the most part, that was killing things.

Just as slow as his attention to Midar, he made up his mind as the staredown ended.
And ever so slowly, the man began a slow and deliberate trudge directly towards his mirrored image.

And in silence, he waited.