probably wouldn't be this way

He could feel the eyes on him, but he’d dealt with bigger things, scarier things. What sort of reputation would he have if he was scared of others when others should be scared of him. He was, after all, what went bump in the night. Dagon simply scoffed at the thought of the eyes trained on him, watching his hide and most likely licking their chops while they thought about how nice he might taste. Joke’s on them. He wasn’t any solid being they could sink their teeth into. He was just a—”Are you lost?” Dagon craned his head around to look back at the petite girl, seeming speechless for a moment. He looked around to make sure no one else was there and that she was, in fact, talking to him. His blue gaze stole back to her and he tilted his head slightly, peering at her from beneath the petrified skull. ”Hello.” Words. They were foreign to him. Aside from the last word he delivered as he murdered his victims, he never spoke. He found no reason too. ”Lost?” He wasn’t lost. He was meandering. Aimlessly wandering from one world to the next. At least, that’s how he saw it. To her, that may not be how it appeared in the slightest. ”I suppose. You can see me?” @Requiem "Talk." DAGON

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