heavy are his footsteps, powerful with every lingering step upon encrusted floors. brilliant, so very brilliant, a BRIGHTNESS of which he knows not whether to hate or to love, it provides excitement, possibility for a HUNT, to quench bloodlust and revel in violence —- but he is no fool, he's aware of it, of how the stars play their games. he is but another pawn in their WRETCHED game, another toy in their overflowing playpen. why, if he's to DAZZLE, he may as well have FUN with it.
wide sleeves flap in the wind, hand clenched around a shard of sharpened diamond. glinting bright betwixt rough digits, a sword by any other name! he drives it into the head of a diamond monster - a little creature no bigger than a dog - shattering the skull in twain. the beast's LUMBERING does not halt, a stumble upon four paws as if it had drunk it's fill of heavy alcohol. weak, weak, POSITIVELY WEAK! another stab, toppling the beast flat upon the back, paws uselessly wiggling in the air. WEAK, WEAK, WEAK!
❝so, what they say is TRUE —- that these crystals affect those who are also made of this material. how fun, wouldn't you say… ?❞ a lifting of the eyes. no, he's not ALONE, is he?
@renascar liked for a starter.