T h e r e .
There in the fog.
He could see it.
The black hat. The old ragged poncho wrapped over its shoulders like a cape, its torn ends waving behind it in the wind. The mist cleared further. Nothing could be seen underneath its vest or the ripped pants, no flesh nor bones. Yet it covered its face with a black mask, as if to hide an unspeakable horror. The mark of a single eye was painted over it, like the iris of a mountain lion, a faint glow coming off the unnatural pigments. The figure stepped closer. It was nearly a head taller than him. Guzma took a step back.
A deep voice, almost sounding like a cold creeping whisper, broke the silence:
A r e n ' t y o u t i r e d . . .
Guzmas breathing grew heavier, fighting his rising panic.
A r e n ' t y o u d r e a d i n g . . . t h e c h a s e . . . ?
The figure tilted its head in a mocking manner. Guzma held his gaze onto the demonic being. Don't give into the fear. Don't let any weakness show. Tired as he may be, he would stand his ground.
___________________________________________________ From Birds of a Feather, Chapter 7 - The Banshee
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