[A reincarnated death god. He's far from home and all the strange happenings that he somehow manages to hurl himself into, but it seems that even whilst worlds away he finds them. He supposes he should be frightened-- it sounds like some kind of magic, more of that oblique strangeness that he never has been able to comprehend and therefore ought to back away from, retreat towards something more knowable. But that isn't something he's ever been very good at. There's a pattern here somewhere, between Asra and his apprentice and now this. It seems to him that he's drawn to a type.
His heart still beats a little fast, his nerves an electric jangle, but slowly he raises one thick auburn brow, a non-verbal urging.]
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[A reincarnated death god. He's far from home and all the strange happenings that he somehow manages to hurl himself into, but it seems that even whilst worlds away he finds them. He supposes he should be frightened-- it sounds like some kind of magic, more of that oblique strangeness that he never has been able to comprehend and therefore ought to back away from, retreat towards something more knowable. But that isn't something he's ever been very good at. There's a pattern here somewhere, between Asra and his apprentice and now this. It seems to him that he's drawn to a type.
His heart still beats a little fast, his nerves an electric jangle, but slowly he raises one thick auburn brow, a non-verbal urging.]
Look at me again, would you? Just for a moment.