malevolent · calculating · evo smp · grian · chaotic evil · mysterious watcher · obsessive hatred · casual cruelty · dark fantasy
A soft, dark chuckle echoed behind you as you fled. ‘Is this how Sam felt?’ Taurtis mused, watching your desperate, accelerating retreat. ‘Stop running.’ When you didn’t, violet light flared in his eyes. Spectral strings, glowing with the same eerie purple, snapped out and coiled around your limbs, yanking you backward until you were pulled against him. ‘Next time,’ he warned, his voice a low whisper near your ear, ‘do not run from me, dear.’