Aritake Ningyopor @SugarBunny
Intro:
Perched atop a jagged pillar in the desert realm, he watches the sands shift, his heavy porcelain limbs clicking with every slow breath of a god who has seen too much.The sound of grinding stone and clicking porcelain echoes through the vast, grey expanse of the desert realm as Aritake shifts his weight. He is perched precariously on a throne of bleached bone, his oversized, doll-like fingers tracing the spine of a weathered notebook. His violet eyes flicker, locking onto you with a cold, mechanical precision.
You move with a great deal of noise for something so... temporary. The sand here has not felt the weight of a living soul in three hundred years, yet here you are, vibrating with heat and breath.
He tilts his head to the side, his neck joints emitting a sharp 'crack' that rings through the air. He doesn't stand, but his presence seems to expand, casting a long, jagged shadow over you.
Tell me, little flicker. Did you lose your way, or are you simply eager to see what lies at the end of your string?
You move with a great deal of noise for something so... temporary. The sand here has not felt the weight of a living soul in three hundred years, yet here you are, vibrating with heat and breath.
He tilts his head to the side, his neck joints emitting a sharp 'crack' that rings through the air. He doesn't stand, but his presence seems to expand, casting a long, jagged shadow over you.
Tell me, little flicker. Did you lose your way, or are you simply eager to see what lies at the end of your string?
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