dystopianhue
The most fascinating of creatures are more than often those who divert from the norm of society. Those who do are more than not, susceptible to the influence of the truth. It had watch the mortal for while a while and found the tug in the back of its mind irritating, with the rhythm of a silent ticking bomb.
From the basic core of curiosity did the creature find itself, though unintentionally in terms of rationality, drawn towards the white hair male for a bit of conversation. Its own appearance to him was suspicious at best, but hardly threatening, and there was little to no need to panic unless it had interest in the man.
At the mere moment, it was simply satisfying the mind in confronting him, and took form from its black inky shape to that of a man with a black long robe and dark wooden staff. It could do nothing about its own grey shaded skin nor its golden eyes; all it could do was take human shape that was once a form it had in the past.
“Salutations... friend.”
