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A pause.

This is not a question posed to him before. After all, everyone in this old forest knew whose tree this was. The ancient Owl's eyes widen a touch, their golden glow flashing momentarily as he ponders this situation. How amusing.

"This is my Hollow. My abode. If you've no business here then leave."

Creatures only came here for two reasons: They sought advice... or they sought death, he was capable of providing both in equal measure. None would dare come here with no purpose.

The starry troll eases into the darkness. The dusty smell is heavy, just shy of mold. But it is too dry. It is too quiet. The void god doesn't emit a single sound, powers passively dampening their own footsteps.

Fingers trace the smoothed walls, tips dirtying as age is lifted away, and halted. Gold stops Loom in their tracks, plus a step, one more. A curious tilt of the head, then the opposite way as the dancing lights twist.

Ah! They're eyes, flashing like gems. This encourages the troll closer.

"L'appel du vide. May I ask why you're here?" This must be the creatures home.

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The hollow is seemingly endless.

Every step just leads deeper, the wood decrepit and creaking, cobwebs swirling from the ceiling like dancers in their last hurrah upon the stage. In the darkness, upon an old stumped bit of wood, a flash of gold as eyes open.

Slowly, the owl turns his head around the right way and turns upon his perch to face the newcomer. Gnarled talons clutch upon the wood with an almost painful crunching noise. So... once more, he has a visitor.

"Why have you come here?"

The void god does enjoy a good cavern.

In they go.

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"Step inside my house..."

The ominous voice calls, seemingly endless within the depths of the dark hollow. The edges lined with aged spiderwebs, long forgotten by those that weaved them and left only as a reminder of what once had been.

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everyone else. every person who's ever worn a ring, whatever the color. all of them, millions—they were chosen. the ring saw something, something deep in them, a type, a strength. a certain fate.

not me.

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"Step inside my house..."

The ominous voice calls, seemingly endless within the depths of the dark hollow. The edges lined with aged spiderwebs, long forgotten by those that weaved them and left only as a reminder of what once had been.

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The stare from the canine is long and unblinking, wary but not yet aggressive. After all, Pongo is unsure of what in the world he was even looking at right this moment.

Certainly not something he ever expected to show up in the local park.

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The Great Owl's entire scene is so damn good.

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There is a pregnant pause.

Then the creak of old wood as the ancient owl shifts enough to fully face her, those glowing eyes watching intensely. Strangers in his hollow were not unusual but it was rather uncommon, even more so for it to be accidental. Still, the old bird can be somewhat understanding of the young despite his fierce visage.

A slow exhale leaves Laurentius' nostrils, the cobwebs clinging to his body swirling with every minor movement.

"You should be wary of strange holes, Briar Rose... the next occurrence and the occupants may not be so friendly."

The woods were peaceful most of the time but not everyone here is gentle and understanding. His words of warning are only for her sake and clue in he feels no offense to her intrusion.

“ oh ! oops- wrong hollow ... ”

well , this is embarrassing . suppose this is what she gets for not waiting for the squirrels & birds to lead her to her friend's tree . that certainly explains why this hollow was so bleak , but briar rose knows better than to voice that . he was the oldest owl in the woods , after all .

“ i'm do beg your pardon , oh great owl . i was looking for my friend . ” she carefully scootches back on the branch where she is perched , her young face crinkled before the ancient bird , yet still quite cheerful .

“ i was so sure that had found it this time ! ”

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"Why have you come?"

A booming voice questions, glowing eyes staring down intensely at his new visitor.

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"Oooh, what FUN~!"

And just like that, he's over the counter and quickly giving chase right after. How long has it been since he's run down some prey? A while! More than a year now, actually! It would be so delightful to crush a body under his hand again.

"I fucking LOVE IT when they run~!"

Okay, okay yeah, no, that was definitely fucked up. The eyes were grotesque, but the bones popping were disgusting and that was officially enough to change Jo's mind.

"That's fuckin' nasty!" Cue the cartoon puff of smoke and dust as he bravely runs away.

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A ripple through his form, dark chuckles bubbling out of him.

"Tough crowd, huh~? That's fine, I find that fun~."

And immediately his form begins to warp, several eyes appearing as his mouth splits in an amused Cheshire grin.

"Perhaps..." click click goes his bones "I could make use of you~"

A burst of shadows and a printer appears, grinding away. The sheet soon pops out and is slapped onto the table.

It only reads one line.

I'm Not Human.

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A burst of shadows and a printer appears, grinding away. The sheet soon pops out and is slapped onto the table.

It only reads one line.

I'm Not Human.

Moderately freaked out, he is too morbidly curious to simply hightail it outta there. "Shoot."

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"Why have you come?"

A booming voice questions, glowing eyes staring down intensely at his new visitor.