don't need a costume, I'm already a freak

Hallux made a quick chattering sound with her beak, warning of someone approaching. Were it not for the stifled yelp that followed, the godling may not have noticed it at all. The wraith tipped his head to one side, taking in the sight of an ash cloaked male who was elegantly painted with a few choice ebony marks over his face. "Is this normal?" the stranger asked as he drew closer, to which the boy wordlessly shook his head. He took a moment longer to consider the blue glow of the spectral form that floated a scant inch from the end of his nose. He wondered if they were actually spirits themselves, displaced from the immortal planes and venturing to the land of the living in search of some long-standing business left unfinished. The small orb dipped as though to alight upon his snout, and promptly vanished as though it had never been there in the first place. No sound, no smell, no trace of it.

"No, this is a new development." he finally announced, turning his head to blink at the strange male beside him. "It began a few weeks ago, the evenings seem to last longer than the days themselves, and the moon has yet to wane." he commented, two toned gaze roving the clearing while he spoke. He couldn't help his curiosity, his lapses in attention. All of this was simply fascinating, and he couldn't stop himself from desperately trying to drink in the beautiful sights around him. "I've noticed some of the plants- especially the fungi- they're beginning to take on a glow of their own.'" he added softly, and glanced back to the male. Where had he been all this time, living under a rock?

"Pontifex" || "Hallux" || "others"