#rwd

Kyana looks human at first glance, but then you look again, and she’s just not. Her eyes are bright gold, almost luminescent; and when you look into them, you feel for a second like a thousand generations are staring back at you, layer upon layer of something incomprehensibly ancient hidden just beneath the surface.

Dani is unpredictable in everything she does, but especially in the way she moves — like there is fire in her veins where blood should be, smoldering coals instead of organs, and sparks firing where there should be neurons. She is a wildfire barely contained by a mortal body, and if let loose she would incinerate everything around her — no hesitation, no control. You’re not even sure she would notice.

To a causal observer, VR-LA is something akin to emotionless; his monotone voice and blank face eerily indecipherable. When he speaks, there is a sense that he knows too much, that he carries secrets whispered in the deep and mysteries shrouded in darkness — things no mortal mind should know.

Vhas’s grin is just a bit too wide, uncomfortably sharp teeth glinting even in dim lighting. He speaks of death like he is more familiar with it than with life, like decay dances to the beat of his bloodless heart, like he has seen more people die than you have seen people. His body is lacking something vital and still he moves and breathes, and you ask yourself whether that makes him more or less alive.

Garou: WHAT the FUCK bro. You could get us ALL KILLED at ANY TIME and you DIDNT TELL US?? I KNEW something was up with you sick fuck. How are the rest of you not freaking out about this???

Kireek: I am literally a mindflayer abomination.