I'll Tell You What
He moved like a ghost, his frail body gliding noiselessly over the grass, his small gaunt form barely visible in the moonlight. He had been drawn to the place like a moth to a flame in what was one of the many dazed strolls that had resulted from his fasting. His starvation had of course served a purpose; he appeared helpless and pitiful, like someone desperately in need of help, which from the beginning had been his intention.
His mind snapped back into focus just long enough to make out a figure in the moonlight and from there his consciousness had returned. “Who goes there?” He called meekly, his voice as soft and gentle as a whisper. He approached her in the center of the ring his head lowered and his ears pulled back against the hard edges of not only his skull but the skull of his grandfather that he wore on his head. His ruby eyes popped from the sockets of his ancestor’s skull and every movement he made illuminated new edges in the plains made by his bones. He was a revenant, a malcontent spirit made living through necromancy and rage.
The girl’s scent was unfamiliar although the scents that clung to her pelt could be found throughout the southern continent. However he had never found them collected in one single place. That told him she was associated with many, but they were far too chaotic to unite under one leader. For now. “Who are you?” He squeaked, exhaustion present on his voice this time standing a crow's toss away from her.
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