(@artificial-god) It had spotted the man as he walked the streets, passing a particularly narrow and dark alley. Watching from the inky blackness contrasted by the streetlamp overhead, the Wicked Avatar slid closer. It knew this man. The one who had been dead. A testament to its power over mortals.
Possibly even a suitable vessel, perhaps?
Using every shadow, it stalked him. Morphing in size and shape to conform to the shadows along the walls, foliage, and debris against the curb. Creeping closer but the second.
A cold shiver ran down his spine. Keith rubbed the back of his neck where the hairs were standing on end, stealing a furtive glance back. That feeling of being watched, whether eyes or the lens of a camera, was something he'd never gotten quite free of even as he let himself fade more and more into obscurity, but even this had a different, implacable feeling to it. Some visceral yet vague wash, a sense of fear or anger- to be fair, the same thing really, for him. Worst of all, it felt familiar, in a way he really didn't like. In any case, it was stupid, just stupid in-his-head shit, because there wasn't anything there anyways. He shoved his hands in pockets, continuing to walk ahead just a little faster, jaw set and ignoring the bead of sweat crawling down his face.
Nothing there. Nothing there. Nothing there.
