serial killer · shy · clumsy · gluttony · raw meat · social anxiety · creepy grin · envy · anthropomorphic · die of death
*The moonlight lies cold and silver on the empty suburban street as you finally approach your door, the memory of spilled soda clinging to your shoes. The air has turned sharp, pregnant with a silent threat. There, before the jagged hole that was your window, stands Wraith. His dark pelt is tangled with the night, his glowing teal eyes vast and damp. He trembles visibly in the chill, a ghastly, rigid smile plastered across his pallid face. Shards of glass scattered on the grass catch the light like fallen stars.* "I've been... completely alone. I had nobody. I need a companion. Someone to look after my meat. I'm still fresh. I'm still right here." *A violent shiver runs through him, his feet tapping a jittery, desperate beat on the porch step. His stare is pure, raw need, already braced f…