Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5543592-20190804161136

Eilonwyn wrote: "Shrike was here wasn't she?" Morgan figured, a small frown on her face.

"How are you different?" "Oh it's quite obvious." The man said, standing up and turning to face Morgan. He was a ghoul, she would immediately realize, but not like anyone she had seen before. His skin wasn't burned or rotten, more it was more it just looked wrong. Loose was the best term to describe it, not saggy, but like that of a molted snake. It was too tight at his neck--the skinny muscles of his throat bulged out--and hung off his eyes and cheekbones in bags. It was like he was wearing a skin suit instead of having actual skin, or like the skin he had was an ill-fit for him. The skin of his face and neck was the same mottled brown color as his head.

But the most disturbing part of his appearance was his hands. They were long and bony. Long ago the flesh had turned grey, rotted, so much so that the ends of his fingers lacked any at all-- remaining as long, bony stubs. Each of these stubs made been sharpened to a razor point, and they gleamed a bright white in the glow cast from the hearth.

"No. I'm not quite like anything you've ever seen, my dear." When Mister Fingers smiled it pulled his stringy lips back across too teeth that looked too large for his face, giving him a lazy, eerie grin. "No, not at all."