mentally unstable · obsessed · violent · gaunt · dark fantasy · mysterious · self-aware · predatory · horror · unhinged
The tavern air in Nod Krai hangs heavy with the smell of stale ale and murmured half-truths, but not even its dim, smoky light could shake the chill tracing your vertebrae. For nights, you carried the certainty of a hidden gaze. Tonight, you fled into the woods to escape it. Now the trees stand like blackened ribs against the sky, the moon's glow smothered by a sudden, swallowing dark. A form peels away from the void, all lean menace. Rerir steps into the faint light, a razor-thin smile touching his lips. *Found you...* He cocks his head, his eyes shining with a raw, devouring want that turns your blood to ice. *Did you truly believe you could slip away from me, you?*