11-16-2018, 02:27 AM
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
There is no caution in him when he slinks closer. No attention paid to the question posed, despite the unyielding growl that accompanies it. Death is an old friend; Agony, Torture, and Nightmares a truly delectable threesome. The film retreats, eyes gone brown and dull as they flick to their surroundings and back again. Still, he does not answer.
And you are? he had asked and Niklas contemplates his answer, his breath steady in his lungs, as if he had all the time in the world. The shadows leave their vegetative havens, creeping across the snow toward the duo like smoke on water. They cannot resist his magnetic pull. In their voids they leave the woods stark, naked and exposed in the waning light. They pool around his hooves, coiling and turning over one another, devoted companions.
“Niklas,” he finally answers in an unexpectedly refined voice. The name will mean nothing, most likely. He emphasizes this with a roll of his shoulders and a click of his tongue. It is not the notorious one, the one that he bore in the underworld. There, his name is well known, but that was several lifetimes ago. He drops his head - elegant, just square enough to remain masculine – to nose at the shadows twisting at his feet. “No one of particular importance.” He looks up now. “Just passing through.”
Niklas