we scream our very souls free
Yes, that alien snarl is more than enough. That simple sound reveals that which it lacks: an ability to speak. Haunt suspects there is more, but they would need to discover that through other means. A unique prospect that makes this encounter all the more intriguing to the unusual shadow. Words are not always necessary to tell stories.
No doubt the creature is accustomed to certain reactions in the face of the chilling sound, but it serves only to bring a grin to Haunt’s lips. A brief flash of jagged teeth, quickly masked by a more subtly intrigued smirk. A thinking creature might find it odd a shadow who does not eat possesses a mouth full of teeth designed to shred. Of course, that would lead to the inevitable conclusion that such teeth, if not designed for eating, have a much more sinister purpose.
It’s perhaps fortunate in many ways then that Haunt had yet to discover that purpose.
“Oh dear.” Though Haunt speaks, it is no longer for the benefit of their strange companion. “Are you lost? Poor thing. Don’t you know it’s a scary place out here?” The words are a lyrical coo, uttered on a low, almost gentle note as the shadow sidles precariously near.
But then, Haunt had never had the sense to know fear.
