What She may have given to once more feel such subtleties
as those surrounding the beast suddenly linked to Her
search. Her form an illusion granted through desperate
clinging to the connected thread of the psyche, icy eyes
followed his range of sight to the sky above. It was a
spectacle no longer provided to the Burned One–no
purified air could reach marred flesh, lest it bring agony
in the slightest breath of wind. Ash and blood were Her
world now.
A step closer, fear having been stripped with the division
of consciousness, blackened flesh cracking at a tilt of the
head. Connections could not be made without familiarity–
this being knew torment. Suffering. Injustice. His air carried
vengeance, his blade damnation.
“What did they do to you, Harbinger?”
While his air did indeed carry vengeance and wrath, there was also the bold, putrid scent of death. The beast’s flesh is crumbling, drying up, and rotting away to the very bone. Pieces of muscle tissue were completely gone, revealing old, browning bones in various places amongst his hands, arms, and stomach. Physically, the large kid was in no good shape after The Incident. Everything was different. His life changed the moment he was shoved off the wooden dock and seemingly dragged under the chilly, dark depths of the lake, only to be spat out sometime later -- but with a PURPOSE. True purpose, rather than be the helpless kid he was.
However, rather than mentioning any of this, the mute fiend simply dropped his head to stare at the strange girl. Silent.. but his air had a slight alteration -- portraying weakness from the indirect mention of his past. He knew exactly what the small child meant.
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