Stare into The Hound's eyes, boy.
The first thing he noticed was the gathering awareness that he existed, the tingling sensation of thoughts running through his head as awareness slowly and surely crawled its way into the recesses of his mind.
Self awareness. Consciousness. Existence.
Purple hues blink open hesitantly, thoughts meshing as he felt his physical body move and twitch, but he couldn't see. Black cloaked his hazy vision and it felt like he was floating, no solid ground to set foot on, nothing to touch or feel around him...
Then red. Bright red that pierced his vision and flattened his ears against his skull, causing fear to wrack his childish frame.
He wasn't used to fear, not like this, the only times he'd actually been scared were the looks of disapproval Hans had given him. But this was different, this wasn't the fear of disapproval, this was the fear that accompanied you in the face of the devil itself.
And as the inky black pulled away in mass and the physical plain fell hard against his palms as he hit the floor, the were-cat could only swallow the thick lump in his throat and stare unblinking at the bright red eyes and he voided darkness of a form that was the No Life King himself.
"oh verdammt..."