[[ For @justice-filled . ]]
There was... something else here.
He couldn’t help himself, interest piqued now and unable to be left ignored. There was something familiar about the ambiance here--
It was another stray soul, quite a bit like he was right now, but it was. .
The whitish soul, barely visible in the gloom, flickered bright once before starting to take on a shape of its own. In the span of a few seconds, it had shrouded itself in light, looking much more like a monster than a fragile little heart that drifted on the wind.
White fur, striped green sweater, dainty paws and tiny horn buds -- he wouldn’t be surprised if the other individual found him familiar. (After all, the Ruins were further back.)
Taking a few steps forward, Asriel reached a paw out in welcome, eyes trained in the direction of the yellow essence.
“H.. howdy..?” he called out, tone a little wary-- he had no idea what to make of this (not yet, at least).