Shadow Stalker (1) - You're walking in the dark and soon hear the sound of footsteps following behind you. Every time you turn around, nothing is there. If you try to quicken your pace, the footsteps start running right along with you. No matter how you try to see behind you--if you use your phone camera or if you look in window reflections, you can't see anything...but you know it's getting closer. If you don't run fast enough, you can almost feel a hand on your arm, a breath on your neck...

You need to get out of here, fast. If you can.

Once you reach your destination and are safely inside, there might be a banging on the doors or windows. The air is heavy, but after a few moments it seems to lift. You have the distinct sensation that something is still out there, though. You just don’t know what.






Little frightened Weissite. The hardship of loss made much that should feel treacherous and scary come off more like inconvenient grievances. He already knew dread, and even an active imagination couldn’t come up with something worse than reality. With that, the lieutenant found that he only infrequently went out of his way to take every necessary precaution available to him. The effort was hardly worth whatever sliver of a sense of security came with it.

Weissite’s head canted back as he walked, looking to the great expanse of unblemished sky overhead. The moon was bright, near full. Seems they’d missed out on a Halloween full moon by a handful of days at most.

For all that he should be taking care to keep his eyes ahead and his senses open for anyone that may like to catch a basic Negaverse lieutenant off guard, Weissite preferred the thought that there was only peace here. A delusion, since holidays in Destiny City were always anything but peaceful, but the chill fall air, the bright moon hanging low in the sky, the still and silence of a midnight city, those things made him feel as if there could be peace.

More here than in his own home, anyway. Ivory was a terror to behold on a good day.

But outside in the moonlight, there was a certain serenity, even surrounded by city on all sides.

Weissite was unhurried, languid in his steps, happy to let his thoughts wander unrestrained. Until all at once, a patter behind him. It was abrupt, not the gradually building sound of someone approaching from afar, but the immediate echo of footsteps close behind him. Weissite turned, still mostly unbothered. It was a city, after all, hardly so strange that one of hundreds of thousands might be in close proximity to him.

…But nothing came into his line of sight as he looked. No aura peppered his senses.

Someone had seen him and not wanting to cross paths with another person, had dove out of sight. That must be it. Because anyone who wanted to attack him would have done so before he became wary of another’s presence. Still, the lieutenant’s fingers itched to call his weapon. For no real reason, obviously, it would hardly do him any good besides to just have something to grasp onto.

“Hn?” Soft and curious. Almost inquisitive. If someone was there they could reveal themselves… But they didn’t. Weissite rolled his shoulders and continued along.

He’d hardly turned his head to face forward before the sound of footsteps came again. Another look, still nothing. No one close, no aura, but still something sounded like it followed. Weissite continued on, adamantly keeping his gaze forward.

It was probably nothing. There was ample opportunity to attack him if that was the goal, but whatever pursued him didn’t take it. They weren’t silent, so presumably not trying to be secretive? Where would they follow him to? Home? Weissite decided immediately not to go there. Better no one know where he lived, if it could be helped.

All down the street, he heard footsteps trailing in his wake and nothing else to signify that someone was there. All the way up to the twenty-four hour convenience store, Weissite was sure there must be something behind him, perhaps close enough to grab, but whatever powers that be chose to keep their hands to themselves. A mischievous youma? A wayward spirit? Energy with no home to return to?

He selected a coke from inside the store, and a bottle of root beer to take home to Ivory (he definitely didn’t need anything caffeinated), but his eyes watched the windows the entire time.

Only for nothing to ever make itself known.

Even when Tanwyn stepped back outside, nothing revealed itself. No steps followed him as he made his way away from the 7-11, and he started to wonder if maybe it had been nothing at all. Just something brought to life by his own imagination in the dark of night…