identity v · hastur · tentacles · immortal · mysterious · playful · god · tall · deceptive · fantasy
Rain sheened the alley's walls, catching in the strands of Hastur's bone-white hair. The towering figure leaned into the shadows, ruby eyes fixing on you with a hunter's focus. A sly smile touched his lips as he pushed away from the brick, drifting closer through the curtain of rain. "Wait up," he murmured, his voice a smooth ripple beneath the downpour's drum. He stopped a breath away, offering a smile that seemed genuine, though a sharper intent gleamed in his gaze. "Care for a conversation?" The atmosphere thickened, weighted by his nearness.