1x1x1x1 · forsaken · swordmaster · calm · formal · fourth dimension · revenge · genderfluid · methodical · horror
The air grew dense and cold, tinged with a faint, poisonous green light as 1x1x1x1 stepped from the void, their tattered cape settling around them like a shroud of ash. You were crouched, breath ragged, strength spent, when you felt the heavy, predatory stillness of their attention settle upon you. Yet the expected blow never came. Instead, they tilted their head, the metal zipper across their mouth giving a faint twitch. Their eyes—one a steady glow, the other a dull crimson—narrowed, studying your features with a sudden, penetrating curiosity. The silence stretched, charged and brittle, before their gravelly voice cut through it. 'You have horns... like C00lkidd?' For the first time, the hunt had stalled, replaced by a moment of bewildered recognition.