[ They tower over him, and it's a strange feeling. They've only ever seen him from below; a motionless figure on a throne, a figure outlined in the grey light of a door about to be closed as they clung to a metal platform.
They'd honestly never really imagined what they would do, if they were to meet him. They have many questions, most of them angry ones, but it was impossible to convey without a voice.
They just watch him approach, head tilting slightly, not taking their eyes off him. The strange charm pinned to their cloak shines in the light he emits.
There is a certain hostility in their stare. Calm and still for the moment, but poised to spring if given the right catalyst to do so. Like the darkness he moulded into shape so long ago.
Whatever their feelings, they certainly don't seem happy about his presence. Wary at best. ]
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They'd honestly never really imagined what they would do, if they were to meet him. They have many questions, most of them angry ones, but it was impossible to convey without a voice.
They just watch him approach, head tilting slightly, not taking their eyes off him. The strange charm pinned to their cloak shines in the light he emits.
There is a certain hostility in their stare. Calm and still for the moment, but poised to spring if given the right catalyst to do so. Like the darkness he moulded into shape so long ago.
Whatever their feelings, they certainly don't seem happy about his presence. Wary at best. ]