[The thing in the throne doesn't really have a face or any ability to emote. But somehow, there is a strange sense of confusion from it--him, all the same.
He looks like little more than a mass of shadows gathered together, formless and constantly shifting like shapes in clouds. Every so often the eye thinks it can pick out a piece or a part to him, but it's brief and gone back into the shadowy mass before it can decide what part it's seeing.
The Lord moves, a little catlike, and as he comes down from the throne his form seems to solidify into a solid mass rather than a trick of the light. He lurks closer a step or two, propping himself up on the altar, completely silent. Even when he moves, he's silent, without the slightest footstep or even scrape of his body moving over the stone.
Four limb-like things reach out to prop him upright on the altar, and he watches her... "curiously."]
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He looks like little more than a mass of shadows gathered together, formless and constantly shifting like shapes in clouds. Every so often the eye thinks it can pick out a piece or a part to him, but it's brief and gone back into the shadowy mass before it can decide what part it's seeing.
The Lord moves, a little catlike, and as he comes down from the throne his form seems to solidify into a solid mass rather than a trick of the light. He lurks closer a step or two, propping himself up on the altar, completely silent. Even when he moves, he's silent, without the slightest footstep or even scrape of his body moving over the stone.
Four limb-like things reach out to prop him upright on the altar, and he watches her... "curiously."]