[The thing in the throne moves slightly, lifts up as though standing. The moment it does, the doors close behind Nero and just as she wished, the priestesses are locked out.
There is nothing of a face to be seen in the shadow, aside from those glowing eyes. Sometimes, little pieces that might be something tangible can be made out- a shoulder, a limb, a claw, a gap that could be a mouth- but like shapes in clouds, they're up to interpretation.
"He," according to the priests, then moves out of the throne. His form looks catlike for a moment, slinking closer. As his "limbs" touch the ground, the shadows seem to solidify a bit, less cloud-like and more like a solid mass. Albeit, one without shape.
He stops just behind the altar and something that could be an arm rests on it. One could imagine a beckoning finger urging her to approach.]
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There is nothing of a face to be seen in the shadow, aside from those glowing eyes. Sometimes, little pieces that might be something tangible can be made out- a shoulder, a limb, a claw, a gap that could be a mouth- but like shapes in clouds, they're up to interpretation.
"He," according to the priests, then moves out of the throne. His form looks catlike for a moment, slinking closer. As his "limbs" touch the ground, the shadows seem to solidify a bit, less cloud-like and more like a solid mass. Albeit, one without shape.
He stops just behind the altar and something that could be an arm rests on it. One could imagine a beckoning finger urging her to approach.]