TimelessMoon is in Whitechapel
Thereās a twitch. The corner of his eyes twitches at the otherās words. Yes people had something wrong in the head at some points, but hell heās pretty sure his is fine. Well..Now it should beā¦
"Shadow�"
He pictures the creatures heās fought, odd shapes that took forms of familiar objects to the most obscure. The guy in front of himā¦A Shadow? His Shadow?
Again his head throbs and he rests his hand again. Palm pressing against forehead to lessen the annoying pain. This is all so damn confusingā¦
Dropping the hand he looks to him and glares again, āYouāre me? The voice in the back of my head? What the hell, you my ādevil and angel on the shoulderā thing?ā he questions with a bit of hostility in his voice.Ā
"Pfft. Your shoulder angel died long ago." Waving a hand in a dismissing manner, the Shadow gave an evil grin. "Nope, I'm just your innermost fears and darkness given form ... Did you really just think Shadows spawned out of nowhere thanks to Nyx?"Ā
True, Nyx was the 'Mother' of all Shadows, but it took two to make a 'child' as it were. "If you didn't have inner darkness, you wouldn't have woken up in the Dark Hour to begin with."

















