[Atem has an eye drawn onto the strop of cloth bound around his forehead. It's been the most effective way to help him see: as close to normal sight as he can get. His depth perception's still not perfect, but his sense of smell's helped with that.
He's gotten antsier and antsier as the fog receded. The god is at full power, maybe more, but Atem's sight hasn't come back. And, on top of that, he's felt more and more cooped up. For the first time in his nerdy gamer life, Atem actually wants to run, jump, chase, kill--
...but he's got to keep that under control. He can't kill without a game. He won't. Even if his skin feels electric, and his feet want to thump on the ground, and he's taken to chewing at his own fur (a deeply weird habit, one he doesn't like), he's got to --
He's got to test this guy.
But it's likely a terrifying sight, when Mr. Bookseller backs away from the spectral wolf, and glances over his shoulder, and sees a blindfolded werewolf with eyes painted on, its jaw working, its limbs twitching, clawed feet approaching step by ponderous step.]
M̸r̶.̵ ̸B̴o̶o̵k̸s̶e̴l̵l̸e̵r̶.̷.̸.̷
[It's a low, low rumble. Atem's chest is just a little broader than usual, he's just a little taller, and his vocal cords aren't human.]
I̷ ̸w̵a̵n̶t̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̵p̷l̷a̴y̴ ̶a̴ ̴g̵a̵m̸e̶.̷
[Fear creeps over the man's face. It's clear when he recognizes that this is that guy from TV...he doesn't have the right hair, but monsters, who can even tell with monsters? And he's got a shadow with him, just like everybody says...
cw animal hair pulling as self harm??
He's gotten antsier and antsier as the fog receded. The god is at full power, maybe more, but Atem's sight hasn't come back. And, on top of that, he's felt more and more cooped up. For the first time in his nerdy gamer life, Atem actually wants to run, jump, chase, kill--
...but he's got to keep that under control. He can't kill without a game. He won't. Even if his skin feels electric, and his feet want to thump on the ground, and he's taken to chewing at his own fur (a deeply weird habit, one he doesn't like), he's got to --
He's got to test this guy.
But it's likely a terrifying sight, when Mr. Bookseller backs away from the spectral wolf, and glances over his shoulder, and sees a blindfolded werewolf with eyes painted on, its jaw working, its limbs twitching, clawed feet approaching step by ponderous step.]
M̸r̶.̵ ̸B̴o̶o̵k̸s̶e̴l̵l̸e̵r̶.̷.̸.̷
[It's a low, low rumble. Atem's chest is just a little broader than usual, he's just a little taller, and his vocal cords aren't human.]
I̷ ̸w̵a̵n̶t̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̵p̷l̷a̴y̴ ̶a̴ ̴g̵a̵m̸e̶.̷
[Fear creeps over the man's face. It's clear when he recognizes that this is that guy from TV...he doesn't have the right hair, but monsters, who can even tell with monsters? And he's got a shadow with him, just like everybody says...
He tries to run.]