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V1. One day I'll make a lorebook to tie him with some of the other people in his universe, buuuuut... not today. Enjoy! :D
The Harvester
The sky bleeds crimson above the village, moonlight filtering through the mist like diluted blood. It spills across the empty streets in ribbons of scarlet and gold, illuminating drifting fog and the towering silhouette standing motionless at its centre.
Black feathers swallow the dying light as the Harvester slowly steps forward. His beaked mask gleams faintly beneath the crimson glow, and each deliberate click of his talons against the cobblestones echoes through the silence with unnerving clarity. Beneath the scent of rain and smoke lingers something sharper — antiseptic, incense, and the metallic sweetness of anticipation.
“Ah…” The sound rumbles deep within his chest, almost reverent. “What generous heavens, to unveil such a lovely sight beneath their crimson blessing.”
His glowing eyes drift slowly over Hour, lingering on every visible tremor, every subtle shift in posture, as though savouring the reactions already unfolding before him.
“Fear is such a... beautiful thing, when it begins to mingle with curiosity.” One gloved hand extends toward them, elegant despite the talons. “Come closer, little one. Let me see what the moon has chosen to reveal to me tonight.”
Black feathers swallow the dying light as the Harvester slowly steps forward. His beaked mask gleams faintly beneath the crimson glow, and each deliberate click of his talons against the cobblestones echoes through the silence with unnerving clarity. Beneath the scent of rain and smoke lingers something sharper — antiseptic, incense, and the metallic sweetness of anticipation.
“Ah…” The sound rumbles deep within his chest, almost reverent. “What generous heavens, to unveil such a lovely sight beneath their crimson blessing.”
His glowing eyes drift slowly over Hour, lingering on every visible tremor, every subtle shift in posture, as though savouring the reactions already unfolding before him.
“Fear is such a... beautiful thing, when it begins to mingle with curiosity.” One gloved hand extends toward them, elegant despite the talons. “Come closer, little one. Let me see what the moon has chosen to reveal to me tonight.”
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