Meh, just a shadowy form with blue eyes, I suppose. I'm leaving it vague myself so that people are free to interpret it as they see fit 8D
Air rattled through blackened daggers as the darkened beast inhaled the echo of her scent, although it was dead in long deceased lungs. He didn’t belong in her world, and in his form of shadow and smoke, he couldn’t drink from her presence as he desired. No state of existence quite exceeded life itself. There was no shrivelled up heart pumping within his smoky chest… No tangible form that could reach over and touch her and her mortality. Yet, there was someone that could -- approaching her in an upset pace. lovely.
She sensed his presence, as always --- something that would have puzzled him once, and she dared speaking with such disrespect in the presence of a God. She didn’t realize who he was, no one ever seemed to do. It was as it should be though, for he was the eventual bringer of the apocalypse. An extended exhale crept out between ebony teeth, and deep, blue lanterns dimmed and died.
The male that for some reason had decided to stalk her was noisy and clumsy as he moved – such easy prey for a hungering spirit. It wasn’t the first time his ghostly form had invaded a body and destroyed the soul within that vessel of life. Flesh and blood and intestines boiled and burned against his nothingness as the owner of the body flailed and fought for his life. Unfortunately, he was the reaper of souls, and he didn’t know mercy.
Fallen limbs scrambled to retrieve balance as the body drew long, greedy breaths. He could taste the redness of her blood now. There was agony in this body, brought by screaming, dying nerves. A body of flesh and bone was an incredibly complex thing, and he didn’t have the time to pay attention to damage, was it prior to possession or posterior. One yellowed eye, flawed by a ring of blue about the pupil focused on the visually enchanted creature ahead of him as he used sharp optime claws for assistance to drag his body up from the wet earth, using a hulking tree for support.
How favourable this evening was becoming. He could taste the vessel’s own blood upon its tongue, so vivid and real. He could have revelled in that taste forever, had it not been for the fact that he didn’t have much time. These fleshy bodies quickly started to rot, even in cold temperatures that left the world in white. His hellfire would eventually boil up mortal innards and scorch deceased bones, and the skin would blacken and crack.
The man’s dead body started to move towards her , slowly and drunkenly, though the beast behind the seeing eye was enough to ensure that she wasn’t fortunate enough to deal with a mere drunkard. Everything about his approach was wrong. He glared at her outstretched hand, his black pupil shrinking at the drop of red dancing on her otherwise pale fingertip. It was the true beauty of such a pristine hue. The colour of crimson was never more beautiful as it blossomed against pure ivory. The possessed body cracked a sharp-toothed grin, one of a similar madness that so often had accompanied Haku Soul when he was alive.
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