castellannos
It’s whispering quietly to itself as it takes step by punctuated step, stilt-like legs bent as if it’s ready to pounce. The enemy, the boy, those who wish to take him away -- the list of things to patrol for is endless and it’s always watching, always searching, eyes wide open whether it wants for them to be or not.
Projecting Oda’s voice in a whisper that comes out sinister, it comes to a stop. It had forgotten how to want a long time ago.
“Kiiiiiiidman?”











