Kronid isn't being loud - but his voice still seems to carry, echoing, whispering like his lips are inches from the boy's ear. He doesn't run, the sound of his boots adding a downbeat to the rhythmic click click clicking of his tongue against his teeth and palette.
He hasn't found Herbert yet - but truth be told, he's not trying very hard. Sure, he could just drain the child. Hell, he could kill everyone here, easily, and take over the castle. But it just isn't his style, really...and besides, there is a part of him, long distant, that just -
Well, kids aren't worth it.
Tch tch tch. Tch tch tch. The clink of his coins, the tap of his boots.
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"Ready or not...here I come...."
Kronid isn't being loud - but his voice still seems to carry, echoing, whispering like his lips are inches from the boy's ear. He doesn't run, the sound of his boots adding a downbeat to the rhythmic click click clicking of his tongue against his teeth and palette.
He hasn't found Herbert yet - but truth be told, he's not trying very hard. Sure, he could just drain the child. Hell, he could kill everyone here, easily, and take over the castle. But it just isn't his style, really...and besides, there is a part of him, long distant, that just -
Well, kids aren't worth it.
Tch tch tch. Tch tch tch. The clink of his coins, the tap of his boots.
"Oh Herrrrrrrbert, where aaaaaaaaaare you...?"