The OC above is behind you...

Komo was startled by the sudden thump behind him, instantly whipping around. He observed the person who was sprawled out on the ground, connecting the dots as  he noticed the freshly broken branch next to them and the tree which loomed over the two. He dashed over to the person, dumping his backpack next to him. Komo was all too familar with falling out of trees himself>

"Hey, are you okay??" he asked, sticking out his hand to help them up.

NP: Komo was roaming through the forest trail, stopping and taking pictures of anything he thought was really cool (which turned out to be quite a lot). A pretty flower, maybe a cool insect or reptile here and there, anything! In his whimsy, he was not watching where he stepped and broke a brittle stick into pieces. Unfortunate for him, it was very loud, piercing through the calm chatter of the birds and bugs. What's more is that the person ahead of him had heard it; loud and clear.

9Ft tall and stiff as a statue, Gus watched the figure below him frolicking with a silent stare.

If he was any less modified, maybe he could grasp the concept of enjoyment, but he was posted here on a hunt for someone, and Komoshi did not match that image at all. Too kind Looking… too happy.
The silence following the snap was loud, both figures frozen and staring at eachother for a solid moment, before Gus remembered he looked terrifying. And so, the tiny human part of his brain stepped up, and he kneeled down, his cloak flowing around Him like wings, and picked up a flower nearby. Unmoving, and still at knee hight, he looked up hoping to appear a little less ready to kill.

”Have you spotted any reptiles so far?”
Voice low, and covered by a robotic vox. “I’ve never seen one before.….”

_{(oooooo I hope this is ok,,,,,)}

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_{Exploring castles sounds cool, but what you may have not expected was to come across a 9ft Tall golden armored warrior standing in silence guarding an empty throne. He seems committed, almost blind to the fact that the castle is run down and not in use anymore. He even has moss creeping up his legs over how stiff he stands, seeming to be deep asleep, but also alert to everything at once. 
you only noticed him when he shifted, gripping his spear tighter as he makes eye contact with you.}

_{but even then, he makes no real move to attack.}

Eyes shifting to a slit shape for a moment, Endemic clenched his fists as the worm’s orange spikes shot out, oozing a set of slithering worms that poured onto the ground and quickly scurried away, finding no suitable target to implant themselves in. The parasite looked like he wasn’t about to back down as he turned around, glowing with a primal rage-

Oh.

Blinking, he returned to his usual round-eyed, smiling self. The worm’s spiked tendrils wrapped around it once more, and it brought a hand to its mouth to let out a carefree chuckle… Despite having a weapon aimed at him. 

“Ahaha! You know, when you were making noise… I almost thought you were someone else.” A sinister glance to the side. “Well, I’d appreciate if you lowered that spear of yours, big one. I’m not here to wreck anything.”

^{A group of insects were cluttered together, unblinking.}

^{They stared at the new arrival curiously, yet mindlessly… Yet something else spoke from behind.}

^{“Psst.” A smooth yet imposing voice crept near their ear. “Turn around.”}

There were eyes on the prince. He didn't like it. It made him uncomfortable, but at the same time he felt as if he couldn't care less. What was the point of being afraid of the dark if he traveled alongside a monster everyday? For a brief second he looked behind him but went back to staring at the ground and the blade in his hand. Shiny and sharp, like some dangerous piece of jewelry.

Until suddenly a voice came creeping up in his ear. The prince was at first shooken up by the encounter. Blade in hand. He wasn't gonna kill the guy, but no one in their right mind should creep up behind anyone in this time of night regardless. For a second he thought it was Tarojin, ready to torture him for taking so long to get food. In a way he was sort of relieved. If he turned to see red, threatening eyes he didn't know what he'd do. 

What did he say? Oh yeah why was he up so late all alone. He didn't want to tell him. He didn't want to speak, for he knew he'd dump all his years of suffering onto this stranger just by saying one simple sentence. Even though all he did was go looking for meat at the butcher. He stole it, but who cares. And maybe took a few fingers from some random people... 

Instead he simply smiled and nodded, holding his hands together, blade pointed down. Then a thought rolled over his head. A horrible and disturbing thought, What if I take his fingers? After all, Tarojin needs to eat right? Images of blood flashed into his mind as he stared at the blade he had. His smile slowly diminishing as he imagined a bloody scene. That's gross, how could I think that. What is wrong with me? Have I been so desensitized to violence that I'd really think of slashing a man, even though he's done nothing wrong. 

The prince snapped out of it with a small shake off his head and a blink, smiling once again. His hand waved and he hurried away. He needed to get back to Tarojin and quick.

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The prince stared at his next victim. Blade firmly in hand. He imagined in many ways he could kill them. An almost glazed look in his eyes as he imagined gorey scenes of violence if the victim didn't immediately comply on giving him their arm. It's a shame, but Tarojin wanted their flesh. And he couldn't change the menu.

Tenebris feel weird, he pretty sure that some just offer something in offering rock in front of his cave and he decided to look at the offering stone.

it's a bloodstains, is there someone that offer him a animal or a person, did they changed their mind or. he immediately look behind him, he see a person raise a weapon above him, he immediately straight back before they swing the weapon

"wait wait, I am a wish fulfiller not a fighter" he look surprised

he can fight them but Tenebris decide not to fight them, he don't want to his child ask him why he smells like blood when coming back

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your oc put an offering on top of offering stone, they call his name but nothing happens, they decide to go they turn their back

"hello there, what do you seek from me?" an heavy voice greet them from behind 

After setting down a plate of jian dui onto the offering stone and completing the ritual, Cain stands in silence as he begins to formulate what he wants to think, or wish for. His thoughts are interrupted by someone greeting him, out of his view.

Cain almost jumps at the sudden presence of another voice-- and the presence of the dragon behind him. But, despite being genuinely startled, Cain quickly regains his composure, turning to fully face Tenebris. "Ah, I didn't expect you to actually... appear." The cabaret manager chuckles under his breath, bowing slightly in front of Tenebris as a sign of greeting and respect. "Well... I suppose what I'm looking for is a little complicated... I'm not sure if you can help me, but it's worth a try." Politely placing his hands behind his back, Cain once again falls silent to formulate his explanation.

"You see, I'm a manager of an establishment, and one of my workers seems to have gone MIA. Hasn't shown up to work, won't respond to anyone reaching out to them. Me and the rest of the employees have grown quite concerned; they're quite a well-loved member. I just wish that they could at least let me know that they're safe."

@np, here's a prompt. You don't have to use it, but there it is

You're sitting inside a cabaret club, whether you're alone, or with someone else, it seems like the staff has been neglecting your table for longer than usual. It's been around 10 minutes since you've been seated, and it doesn't look like anyone's coming to your service. The fact that it gets so busy at this hour could be the reason, but who knows...

Then, behind you, a set of footsteps softly pad along the carpet lining of the walkway beside your table. The cabaret manager himself leans over behind you, seemingly taking notice of your empty table. "Has nobody gotten to you yet?" He asks, to confirm, "Ah, I'm deeply sorry... then I'll be at your service for now while I assign a waiter to your table. Would you like some drinks? Any alcohol, soft drinks, or just a water is fine?"

     Now this was pathetic, huh?
     Cabaret clubs were supposed to be invigorating! Energizing! Come down and have some drinks with attractive people that wanted your attention! It was the ultimate ego-booster! There's no reason to feel like a loser for feeling lonely enough to visit one!
     Yet here Ken was. Alone.
     His hands were on his knees as he sat at a booth that seemed all the bigger with just him there. His right knee bounced impatiently, and every other second he'd either look at his watch for the time, look around, or feel his eyebrow twitch. Sure he was in disguise, but did no one know who he was?! Ohh, he was tempted to rip off his cap and sunglasses so that they'd know just who they were ignoring! This ought to be a crime, dammit!

     Suddenly, Ken noticed a presence besides him and jumped in his seat. What the-?! This guy... What was with him? He had such a strange fashion, with that flower over his ear and elegant clothes, but the longer he stared at the clothes the more they looked... less of an upper class wardrobe and more... He couldn't explain it, but it was like Cain was ready for action. Cool, was the only word that flashed in Ken's head before blushing furiously and glaring downwards at his balled up fists. "Fine, whatever," he grumbled.

      When Cain started offering drinks, Ken sprang into action himself and held an accusatory finger up. "Yeah, I want drinks! But I shouldn't have to pay for them after this wait time! Do you have any idea how long I waited?! Huh?! You treat all your guests like this?! I heard so many great things, but it must be a load of crap if no one knows how to properly greet anyone!"
      Ken crossed his arms and sat back in his seat, huffing and looking away. "Whatever. At least you actually noticed." Being recognized by the manager himself, that wasn't a bad feeling. But he sure as hell wasn't going to admit it. Sober, at least.

Who knows how long Ken had been walking behind you, it could have been minutes or even just a second, and you could have even been walking at a brisk pace! But it all ended the same, with him practically barking, "Would you move out of the way?!" Looking at him would show that he had the sourest look on his face-- at least, from what you could tell through the face mask, sunglasses, and baseball cap.