Intentionally remaining in the shadows, the monster's now perched on the third floor's railing. He likes his heights; it's advantageous to be up high, in the crow's nest of a ship or on the balcony of a castle overlooking the town one is meant to protect. Those are thoughts that don't belong to the monster, even though they do belong to the monster at the same time.
Height is advantageous. Shadows blanket his face. He can leap back and disappear during the time it takes her to locate the next staircase, climb said staircase, and locate the bannister overlooking what seems to be the heart of the castle.
This time, the lamp light at least throws shadows upon him. It's clear he has knees and arms, and wide, black wings. Are those shadows wisping around him like smoke?
"Is that what you want?"
His voice remains a rasp so unlike the voice of the man the monster is. He's silent for once; there's no wing flapping, no groaning railing. The castle doesn't even creak; the wind outside doesn't bat the trees against the windows.
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Height is advantageous. Shadows blanket his face. He can leap back and disappear during the time it takes her to locate the next staircase, climb said staircase, and locate the bannister overlooking what seems to be the heart of the castle.
This time, the lamp light at least throws shadows upon him. It's clear he has knees and arms, and wide, black wings. Are those shadows wisping around him like smoke?
"Is that what you want?"
His voice remains a rasp so unlike the voice of the man the monster is. He's silent for once; there's no wing flapping, no groaning railing. The castle doesn't even creak; the wind outside doesn't bat the trees against the windows.
"To die."