[ He's almost impressed that someone - or rather, a group of someones - has actually been able to capture him after all this time. Usually they just kill him if they find him in a vulnerable position, but apparently he's forgotten to change up his appearance enough because someone figured it out that he keeps coming back if they just kill him.
Trapping him and keeping him in this dungeon like an animal, however, could last indefinitely. Still, he sits and grins whenever one of his captors enters the room to make sure he eats something and doesn't starve himself to death so he can regenerate elsewhere. He's muzzled so he can't bite, but his sharp, white teeth can be seen through the slots they've so generously given him so he can eat without removing it.
There's a heavy metal collar around his neck chained to the wall, and his arms and legs are shackled as well. He can't stand up straight nor lay down with the length of the chains, and there's no doubt in his mind that being forced to sit hunched over like this is an intentional sort of torture.
He's clearly still taller than almost any human. His red eyes reflect light like the eyes of an animal, and his shaggy black hair hangs down to his back. He growls under his breath when someone enters, staring at the person they've sent down to him this time. ]
It's Nadine, right? I heard you talking outside.
[ His powers may be muted here, but there's still a certain sort of chill that fills the room when he speaks someone's name. Frightening, but in a way that - against your better judgement - makes you want more. A name on his lips is cold as ice and sweet as sugar all at once.
They're not supposed to talk to him. Everyone has been briefed about the dangers of conversing with the Dark Man. But that doesn't mean he can't try. ]
monsterfucking ahoy;
Trapping him and keeping him in this dungeon like an animal, however, could last indefinitely. Still, he sits and grins whenever one of his captors enters the room to make sure he eats something and doesn't starve himself to death so he can regenerate elsewhere. He's muzzled so he can't bite, but his sharp, white teeth can be seen through the slots they've so generously given him so he can eat without removing it.
There's a heavy metal collar around his neck chained to the wall, and his arms and legs are shackled as well. He can't stand up straight nor lay down with the length of the chains, and there's no doubt in his mind that being forced to sit hunched over like this is an intentional sort of torture.
He's clearly still taller than almost any human. His red eyes reflect light like the eyes of an animal, and his shaggy black hair hangs down to his back. He growls under his breath when someone enters, staring at the person they've sent down to him this time. ]
It's Nadine, right? I heard you talking outside.
[ His powers may be muted here, but there's still a certain sort of chill that fills the room when he speaks someone's name. Frightening, but in a way that - against your better judgement - makes you want more. A name on his lips is cold as ice and sweet as sugar all at once.
They're not supposed to talk to him. Everyone has been briefed about the dangers of conversing with the Dark Man. But that doesn't mean he can't try. ]