#darkflamegods

A woman with ram horns and a face hidden under peculiar, familiar, shadow and a mask rises from behind the counter. She tilts her head and puts a gloved hand on said counter. They speak in Mike's voice, "Hello? Is this where Mother directed me?"

Hey wait. Kishar hasn't seen that shadow person before! She's dressed in black and green ornate clothes, has ram horns, and a chocolate bar in their not-fire hand. Wonder if it knows the other shadow people Kishar's met?

During one of his runs through the woods, Epiales finds a shade. One that has probably not met him, though he knew a version of it that didn't like being near him.

A deep shadow grows in a darkening corner of the CrowBar, before emerging as an inhumanly tall demon-esque figure draped in skin and scale of darkest shade. It has clothing too, a jacket and some pants that almost obscure the claws on its feet. It walks over to the bar, tucking its feathered wings behind its back as the claws click against the floor. It sits down and waits about three seconds before pulling out a knife to fiddle with. The knife looks fairly intricate, with the blade's metal seeming to be a liquid tucked into place, with small purple rubies dotting the grip almost like constellations. The being is poking the blade every so often, causing rippling effects across it.

Shadows climb up Kishar's back, bending around to the front like arms. And then they twist, like the unlight of a dream, and Dust has formed, clinging onto their back like a draped blanket. It's surprisingly light, perhaps because shadows do not weigh much. Kishar can see and feel that it's wearing a nice wool dress-top with crimson sleeves. The shadow rests its head against their's, and its bronze wolven mask is on; probably meaning it just got back from a hunt. "Hhheeeyyyyy..."

Kishar is doing janitor mop broom, when they notice an old purple man walking through the hall. He is walking with an ashwood staff, and is dressed in grays with crimson and blue accents.