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This land was familiar to Tsrmono now. He had spent some time here, a few months total, getting used to his surroundings. He lurked in the shadows while all the petty wolves and coyotes who ran amok the land freely with their silly packs and friends, just having a grand time wallowing in their oblivious existences. Tsrmono saw it as pathetic, how undeserving these beings were. He knew it would be in due time when they all got what they deserved.
For now, his shrunken body floated over the land like a shade, silently stepping across the land as if he never existed. His seemingly frail body didn't shine at all, the same with his bottomless eyes. It was dusk now, the sun just starting to set over the horizon. Soon, Tsrmono wouldn't even be noticed by the normal eye, save for the bright crimson markings that stained his pelt under his black eyes. Soon, he would meld with the darkness like he did every night. It was almost his time.
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He couldn’t help his lack of awareness. He couldn’t help the lost time and the ebb and flow of his consciousness. At times he was other creatures, though he didn’t know or care to understand. Sometimes, he was barely more than primitive instinct, while at others he was something more.
Bottomless eyes and stigmata tears, Samael grinned at the sight. He could have been familiar. The sun was setting, washing everything in blood and fire. The little fiend looked positively delicious, awash in such hues. From the brush he hissed audibly, intending to make his presence known.
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From the bushes came a rather audible hiss, something spying on the jackal and choosing to let him know he was being watched. Tsrmono turned his body to the sound, radar-like ears rotating to catch all the sound waves of the hiss. The being was obviously bigger, since just about anything outweighed and outgrew the robotic jackal. A pair of red eyes, colored like the tears under his, shone from the foliage as the figure hid behind it. Tsrmono just stared though, unafraid and unaffected by being watched by whatever being this was. "This entity requests the presence of that which observes it," he stated simply.
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“And this entity doesn’t give a damn what that entity requests,” Samael purred, opening his mouth and cracking his jaw where it connected to his skull with a quiet click. But he slunk about in the brush, slowly creeping closer, inching about between barren branches. This wasn’t his season for camouflage, nor his terrain, but he made do.
He knew that his presence was known, and he’d intended such, but he still inched along, fixating blood-red eyes on the monochromatic form. “Were you aware that you have no eyes?” he asked, pausing close to the other creature, not yet fully exposed from his lurking place.
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