10-24-2021, 03:09 AM
YOU'RE WALKING IN THE SHADOWS OF YOUR FEAR AND YOU'RE HEADED
FOR THE GALLOWS, SIN AROUND YOUR THROAT AND NO ONE'S NEAR
FOR THE GALLOWS, SIN AROUND YOUR THROAT AND NO ONE'S NEAR
“You’ve collected so many bones you can’t keep track?” the question is asked with a shadow of mirth, something so faint that it might have almost been lost in the darkness that swallows him whole. He has stepped closer now, emerging from the pitch-black so that his soft, undefined edges are able to take more of a shape in the diluted light that seeps through the cracks of the trees. She had not been startled or made uneasy at the sight of him, which he can only take to mean she possesses some kind of power that she knows she could use against him.
It is enough to inspire caution in him, but not enough to turn him away. He was not, after all, interested in trying to glean anything from her.
Not tonight, at least.
His vibrant eyes turn from her strikingly white face back to the bones that litter the ground at their feet, his shadowed head tilting at an angle to suggest that he is mulling over her question. “No, no I don’t think any of those are my doing,” he muses thoughtfully, before deciding to offer her a shred of honesty. “My type of hunting doesn’t leave behind bones.”
It is enough to inspire caution in him, but not enough to turn him away. He was not, after all, interested in trying to glean anything from her.
Not tonight, at least.
His vibrant eyes turn from her strikingly white face back to the bones that litter the ground at their feet, his shadowed head tilting at an angle to suggest that he is mulling over her question. “No, no I don’t think any of those are my doing,” he muses thoughtfully, before deciding to offer her a shred of honesty. “My type of hunting doesn’t leave behind bones.”
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Beyza