"What do you mean?" You ask feebly. "Travel where?"
The figure raises their head, allowing the moon to light their devilish smirk. Still, their eyes are under wraps of the shadows, but now, you can see them.
They glow.
An electric blue, so sharp; hooking. It's like looking upon a blue light when you're groggy and your eyes can't completely focus. They glow softly, only as large as one's irises. Captivating and universe encompassing, nonetheless.
"Wherever you wish to travel." Their lips spread to a vaguely more amused smirk, brandishing sharp fangs behind those pale lips.
The creature straightens after a moment. You knew they were hunched over, but you couldn't possibly have imagined that they could get even taller. Their height rises from superior to unsurmountable.
Seeing their eyes from this angle, it becomes painfully clear that they are in no way reflecting the light of the crescent moon. Their hood rides directly between their brow and the moon, and the fire blue seems to glow brighter as they look down on you.
"Do you wish to travel?" They extend one pale hand toward you with their palm down, their knife like claws draping like curtains in reach to the musty earth.
Do you...
Take the creature's hand?
Skip to "A Pale Grasp"
Inquire about a catch?
Skip to "What's the Catch?"
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Futile Trials
AvventuraThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
