He can hear a man's footsteps, running, feel his anger. But there's something...wrong about his echoes, something Dark that feeds on human suffering.
She comes closer, although her eyes watch the shadow of his wings. She nods frantically. "Momma's so sick. She didn't get out of bed this morning, and she's so pale."
The little girl scowls. "Momma was doing better, until he came by yesterday. His shadow's full of rats, they make things go bad." PROBABLY not a literal description.
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Date: 2024-07-08 02:21 am (UTC)She comes closer, although her eyes watch the shadow of his wings. She nods frantically. "Momma's so sick. She didn't get out of bed this morning, and she's so pale."
The little girl scowls. "Momma was doing better, until he came by yesterday. His shadow's full of rats, they make things go bad." PROBABLY not a literal description.