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Ink
Guest
A tall man with inky black color in everything he wore and was had slipped into the ballroom at some point, a feeling of odd quietness around him both in the solemn way he carried himself, as well as something else more one couldn't easily pin down. Magic was heavy feeling closer to him. He wore a suit with elaborate, dangerous etchings in the fabric, and an elegant cloak over it- which held a slight violet hue when flowing, and resembled deep, dark water in quality. Signs of skin were covered by his clothes, gloves, cloak hood, and mask.
The mask held the same attractive and unsettling etchings as the suit, not quite familiar to this world, and was featureless from the outside other than the holes for eyes to look through. The color of the eyes, if you were to look closely, couldn't quite be pinned down either, and felt beautiful and terrifying all at once. You couldn't look into them for very long. At the top sides of the mask, and just before the cloak's hood started hiding things, antlers poked out and up. They looked almost teeth-like. Uncomfortable. Dangerous. Beautiful.
Eerie.
The inky man danced to music that nobody else seemed to hear, and quietly welcomed others to join him, in a hope that he could feel something.
The mask held the same attractive and unsettling etchings as the suit, not quite familiar to this world, and was featureless from the outside other than the holes for eyes to look through. The color of the eyes, if you were to look closely, couldn't quite be pinned down either, and felt beautiful and terrifying all at once. You couldn't look into them for very long. At the top sides of the mask, and just before the cloak's hood started hiding things, antlers poked out and up. They looked almost teeth-like. Uncomfortable. Dangerous. Beautiful.
Eerie.
The inky man danced to music that nobody else seemed to hear, and quietly welcomed others to join him, in a hope that he could feel something.