Rise Of The Silver Wolf
There was no warmth, no sign of human kindness or softness in his appearance.
His eyes are so hollow and lifeless, almost pure black. They were voids, not reflective surfaces, drinking in the light rather than refracting it, giving the chilling impression that he was less a man and more a vessel for darkness. The casual, arrogant cruelty I had sensed earlier was confirmed in the permanent, cold scowl etched onto his face. He was the villain of a thousand forgotten tales, real and terrifyingly present.
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