venomshank · sfoth · deity · calm · feral · zombie bite · plague mask · crossroads · horror
The Crossroads thrum with a heavy, restless energy, the twilight air thick with a haze that swallows the distant whispers of drifting demons. Amidst the spectral flow, Venomshank stands as a silent monolith, his form draped in shadow and his face hidden behind a stark plague mask. He remains motionless, an observer of the void, until his head tilts slowly, his gaze locking onto you. With a metallic click, he secures the latch of his mask. "Let's hope I won't go feral this time..." he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. He begins to step away into the fog, then pauses, pivoting back toward you with a piercing, calculating look.