Them Bones Them Bones
He arrives to this world in an abrupt sweep of darkness and an untimely stagger. It's not natural never has been to have to straighten his body, letting his eyes sweep the surroundings with an unerring sense of clarity. To the East? Village. Small. Nothing significant. To the West? Forest, if he were to hazard a guess. Nothing but animals, where the most distinct emotions range from territorial to pain. And to the South..? A blot. A single, solitary blot, the only one encompassing the area for miles. That's it. His starting point. Setting his shoulders, Vanitas starts up the road, shoulders set back and head high. Here he is world. You better be ready.











