[the boy is so shocked, he's seconds too late in realizing what her full intentions are. he fails to intercept until the sheet is already fluttering and slinking to the floor, revealing his project.
it's certainly humanoid, though whether it is living or dead or something in between is hard to tell. it looks dead, but it's sitting up under its own power, with its chained hands hanging slack and useless at its sides.
the face of it has a horrible similarity to the boy's, though quite a bit older... and its entire body is covered in a jagged, cryptic web of black marks. the designs look a little like tattoos, though more correctly like ink settled into shallow-carved lines, and the manner of them is nothing short of elaborate and sinister. the amount of time it must have taken to etch each delicate angle and curve into the skin...
and after only enough time to get one solid look, the boy has his wits about him again and is lunging at her. grabbing for her upper arms, strong fingers instinctively digging right where there are bundles of nerves, he tries to bodily drag her away from his work.]
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it's certainly humanoid, though whether it is living or dead or something in between is hard to tell. it looks dead, but it's sitting up under its own power, with its chained hands hanging slack and useless at its sides.
the face of it has a horrible similarity to the boy's, though quite a bit older... and its entire body is covered in a jagged, cryptic web of black marks. the designs look a little like tattoos, though more correctly like ink settled into shallow-carved lines, and the manner of them is nothing short of elaborate and sinister. the amount of time it must have taken to etch each delicate angle and curve into the skin...
and after only enough time to get one solid look, the boy has his wits about him again and is lunging at her. grabbing for her upper arms, strong fingers instinctively digging right where there are bundles of nerves, he tries to bodily drag her away from his work.]