#psiglav

          “Mind your own damn business then. I don’t need that shit.”

          “Matti !! How’ve you been, cutie? Sorry I was out in America for a bit. But I’m back now!”

— ✩ — “Still up for that sleepover, Matti?”

          “We meet again, hm, Псоглави?” The word for that of which her nation called her slipped off of their pompous tongue. “Learned anything new? For being one of a kind, I surely never expected to see you twice.”

For a while when he was created, Nefarious often just wandered within reality,  choosing who could physically see him at whim; be it a child that needed to be fueled by the nightmares that lingered in the back of his head, or to an addict so he could garner more sheep for his own personal use, all of them had their reasons.  But this one? This one had caught his eyes even more so. Rendering himself within the world with a flicker of his body coming into form, his longer appendages were hidden behind the coat he wore, and his voice was muffled behind the muzzle he adorned upon his features to appear a bit more...humanoid as to not to scare the masses entirely.  ( YOU ARE NOT LIKE THE REST I HAVE SEEN ) 

— ✩ — “Helloooooo best friend!” Cue her arms around one of Matilda’s. She was just being friendly.