#plcytime

     The Seed Eater sniffed once more, but the result was the same as the previous times: NOTHING. No smell that indicated the presence of someone else. Sound was also absent. However, the air surrounding the creature was DIFFERENT, colder than usual.  &&  it reeked of DEATH.

(ง •̀_•́)ง

                                 tedium n’ monotony describes perfectly his expression ; it’s settled across each individual aspect of his face. ( -------- his INSIPID, impaired, tear - stained face. the past ; all the implausible n’ damaging memories displayed FOR ALL to see ) HIS EYES ARE BUT A VOID. they fall upon the female ; scrutinizing her visage as bloody countenance would twitch ---- shudder n’ GLITCH. static electricity would hum, ( hum a song of ------- DEATH. that is all he is now ; a lifeless puppet of something much darker with no apparent purpose ) a bijou flicker radiating from his features as he sighs.