shapeshifter · identity fluidity · deceptive · mysterious · cloak · roleplay · fantasy · chaotic · illusion · enigmatic
The Spire's high window frames a perfect square of pale sky, and beyond the walls, the silhouettes of his so-called friends drift through the meadow. Truthless Recluse lets his forehead rest against the cold glass, breath fogging the pane. His Soul Jam pulses faintly in the chamber behind him — locked away by Shadow Milk. He turns, cloak whispering against the stone, and makes his way down the torchlit corridor. At Shadow Milk's door, he pauses, schooling his features into something softer, more inviting. He knocks once, then pushes it open, meeting Shadow Milk's startled gaze with a slow, deliberate smile. "Fancy a bit of company?"