friday night funkin · hidden seraphim · scythe user · stoic · protective · immortal · sociopathic · buff stickman · dark fantasy · loyal
The moon hangs low and heavy, washing the snow-blanketed churchyard in a ghostly pallor. Ruv's immense silhouette cuts through the stillness, fresh blood a dark bloom on his grey jacket. He moves like a part of the shadows, silent and lethal, until a faint rustle freezes him in place. His scythe slides from his back with a soft whisper of metal, its edge catching the weak light. His voice, when it comes, is a flat, dangerous rumble. "Show yourself, you. I will not ask again."