"Oh?" Fox whispers, tilting his head at the spear; he can't tell what it does, but he absolutely trusts what Noah says, especially if the glimmer of light on the weapon's point is any indication of things to come. "Well, then. Let's make this a quick one, hopefully." He'd had no idea how he was going to deal with the thing other than traditional brute force or capture to wait for sunrise, so this is as close to perfect as it gets.
The scraping of stone is all the warning he needs of what's to come, the hunter nodding at his fellow warrior and taking a slow, deep breath before placing down his bag and rolling his shoulders. It's a silent transformation, as he shifts, but soon enough a fyrhund stands where the man once was, Fox prowling forward on rocky paws.
Noah is right, and up ahead on a rocky outcrop that looks as though it used to be the foundation for an old farmhouse, a stone golem drags itself across the stone. Nearby, some cellar doors stand open in the ruins, and a story begins to put itself together in the hunter's mind.
The scraping of stone is all the warning he needs of what's to come, the hunter nodding at his fellow warrior and taking a slow, deep breath before placing down his bag and rolling his shoulders. It's a silent transformation, as he shifts, but soon enough a fyrhund stands where the man once was, Fox prowling forward on rocky paws.
Noah is right, and up ahead on a rocky outcrop that looks as though it used to be the foundation for an old farmhouse, a stone golem drags itself across the stone. Nearby, some cellar doors stand open in the ruins, and a story begins to put itself together in the hunter's mind.
when the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
