[ the night is calming — the sky wraps around him as though it were a comforting blanket, and the scent of death in the air makes it all the better. one more to go.
he carries an axe in his hands. between the blatant scars from earlier and the blood that stains his otherwise prim and proper clothing, he doesn't appear to be in the best shape.
much like a cat, however, he lets the lady go first and remains in the shadows. it's her move — he'll match accordingly as he remains positioned behind a tree, slithering into the bushes when needed for the meantime. ]
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he carries an axe in his hands. between the blatant scars from earlier and the blood that stains his otherwise prim and proper clothing, he doesn't appear to be in the best shape.
much like a cat, however, he lets the lady go first and remains in the shadows. it's her move — he'll match accordingly as he remains positioned behind a tree, slithering into the bushes when needed for the meantime. ]