such a haunting melody

Malnourished was an understatement; the man made of diamonds and coal was merely a walking skeleton. A single blow would turn out to be his undoing. A permanent sneer plagued his sunken face, flawing his previously godlike features. All of this, save for his face, was cloaked by the ever faithful maeva. The doe was obscenely more healthy than he, a freshly fallen carcass he picked on the way. He had gorged on her organs before sculpting her for wear. At least that would serve to put some meat back on him.

Dainty paws made of a dull ink, though painted with mud at the moment, held him steadfast centered in the soulless forest. His body would sway slowly, barely enough to notice. A soft hum, perhaps mistaken for most by a growl, slipped past his dry lips. Cobalt and pearl eyes, the one seen as colorless being blind, were half lidded and filled with what seemed like a self entitled ecstasy. Left ear would flick forward from its lazy position pointed toward his long coal-layered spine. Maeva, Ihre Grobheit wird nicht geschätzt. Bitte genießen Sie einfach die Fossegrim. To which he would then hold a dirty paw against her maw, crushing it between hisself and the mossy ground.