#hexavexen

I AM NOW!

"You looked fermilar.... can't place my fingers on it" (who send this tiny angry, loud man???)

in winter’s bleak frost, on a cold midnights embrace, those unlucky to linger will come face to face,

with a wondering spirit, his eyes all aglow, taking lead of the death march as they go,

for the winter is cruel for both man and mob so stay warm with your friends

and loved ones for as long as you can. 

"This form does look like a Sphinx... Hmm."

"But it still doesn't answer why I take on this form since... a Sphinx isn't exactly anything close to my former 'branding image'..."

"...Also 'sphinx' isn't an insult, Hex. You can put the sword down."

Amber: Well, if you're so inclined to know, I myself throw fancier parties than your usual riff-raff. However, that does not mean it's a fancy ball or something of similar sort, as I'm still a bit of a rebel myself. Of course, there are some rules that people sometimes break and often times, they need a bit of a reminder that I myself, or our dear Fillmore can attend to~

Amber: But all in all, ALL is welcome to Amber Waverley's parties!

"...Perhaps we should stray away from this topic."