@fathershadow | starter call
If there would be only an ounce for a feeling of fear, of dread or perhaps despair then this being, quite unlike any other, would install it into a creatures’ core. But not even awe was there to be presented, only a softer form of recognition in ways similar to common expectancy of a normal customer raising words of greeting, or desire to garner attention from the mortician’s side.
Nothing else quite here, not quite yet - a shift solely of form with sweep of eyes to wander past the existence strolling into funeral parlour uninvited, unexpected - yet to be greeted with same regard and a wave of hand to rise in a welcome.
“ But welcome, welcome~ What may I do for someone quite like you~? ”
As if knowing, perceiving just what entity to stand and watch and wait, yet no care given, nothing past wording of the ambiguous curling and twitching of air, like snake to be grasped below head, strangling hold up so poison may not reach breakable skin. “ Do not tell me you would need my aid in a matter of Death~ How peculiar this would be. ”