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It stares, or you think it does. What fools you for being eyes are just carved crescent moons into the smooth smokey surface of what looks like a fox mask.

It stares, you decide to consider it does cause when you move your head to look from an angle at it, it seems to follow your movement, by the reflected shine in the three opalescent half sphere adornments on its forehead.

Smoke curls eerily silent from it no farther than you'd wager to be like two meters away from it at longest. All a soft black that seems rather to swallow light than catch it, save for the adornments on its forehead. These shined lightly like opal would. 

You couldn't decide what put you off more, the fact the thing didn't reflect the light or the fact just the stones did, or the fact it was all a black that gave no sign of anything but what you saw with these spheres of white embeded in its forehead like it was defying your logic. It couldn't have been all black now, could it? Of course not.

Why are you staring at a floating mask in the middle of a forest that looks like it was unrealistically deprieved of all color save for its unassuming grey tones? Well I don't know everything that goes through your head but if you would rather not lavish me with the details, I won't pry.

Ah, please don't get angry at me, I'm but merely observing. I'd be more concerned with the mask. Looks like it got angry? 

Wind began to circulate around, coalescing seemingly around the smokey mask, swirling about its smoke tail. What are you doing with that stone though? Odd, I don't remember seeing any stone in this forest now that I think about it. 

One thought later, or rather whilst a thought would last, the stone was already embeded in the grander sphere of the three on the forehead of the mask. It cracked audibly, although without an echo. A short, ill forthcoming cracking sound of crystal breaking crystal, a black sharp piece thrusted through the now splintered milky white sphere. The expectation hung thick and heavy in the air that went still a long time before anyone noticed. A hand pulled the mask to the side in an infuriating instance that you again did not notice but a moment after it happened. 

Golden eyes were staring into yours and you found yourself oddly compelled to stare back and not move, without anything holding you in place per se. Odd fella aren't you? I'd wager a sane person would've done something. Something indeed, I do not know myself but hey, it's not me this one's looking at now is it?

Locks of a length a bit too far taken to be generally accepted as harmonized with the features as much as too short, neither here nor there and a shorter aspect towards the back of the head that hosted these golden eyes you could not read. 

An unassuming offwhite for hair color that seemed to match the decorum in its muted tones contrasted with the slight tan shade of the skin color of what you deemed to be a person as much as you could assume something in this odd not-here-nor-there place. Or maybe it just looked so in the tern decorum as the sole thing that kind of looked alive. 

You shouldn't be sure of anything here I suppose. But you've probably better guidelines in survival or whatever you'd like to do here than listening to me.

If clothes made the person, you decided his one's coat made him look a bit more impossing than he was. Or maybe it was the irksome confident pose of his hip and shoulder and the casual hold of the smokey black mask in his right hand, in a way that displayed perfectly in light your maring of it with the black shard.

Maybe you found the sight somehow enticingly curious? Or downright attractive for some reason? Or some fear got the hold of you and the thought of tearing your eyes away from his would mean losing sight of the danger? What concept would cast more fear in your heart, looking the danger in the eye or losing sight of it being aware it would be oh so close to you for your every fiber to scream to run for its life? I do believe your cells are more faithful than you are in keeping themself whole and hale, I've decided I would've already ran for my life a few solid moments ago. 

I believe just now he smiled, if I'm to believe the cold shiver I felt down my spine. And that's not how I fancy feeling when people smile. At me or others. I think I'm a bit lucky here, he's not throwing that smile at me but...

at you.