[It takes a moment for Louis to touch Geralt, to actually dive into the strange world that offers so much opportunity--but he does it.
And then it's like plunging into deep, dark water.
What comes out in the Horizon doesn't have a distinct form at first. It's like smoke, trying to pull itself together into something. First it's death with antlers, it's head a fanged deer skull. Then that image melts away again, replaced by a small faun with terribly wide eyes and a knife clutched in its hands, all the different venison cuts marked in dotted lines across his skin.
And then that image melts away too, the smoke coming together and finally relaxing into form. It settles into the flickering image of a deer in silhouetted watercolor, only his eyes distinct. He has two legs, his right leg somehow glowing with hints of bluish gray mixed up in the purples of his image.
Despite having no distinct symbol on him, he radiates Death arcana.]
Oh.
[That's all he says at first, looking at Geralt without any recognition, but without any alarm or malice either.]
Are you a wolf?
[It's asked almost impassively. For someone who just appeared without any memories, he seems pretty at ease.]
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And then it's like plunging into deep, dark water.
What comes out in the Horizon doesn't have a distinct form at first. It's like smoke, trying to pull itself together into something. First it's death with antlers, it's head a fanged deer skull. Then that image melts away again, replaced by a small faun with terribly wide eyes and a knife clutched in its hands, all the different venison cuts marked in dotted lines across his skin.
And then that image melts away too, the smoke coming together and finally relaxing into form. It settles into the flickering image of a deer in silhouetted watercolor, only his eyes distinct. He has two legs, his right leg somehow glowing with hints of bluish gray mixed up in the purples of his image.
Despite having no distinct symbol on him, he radiates Death arcana.]
Oh.
[That's all he says at first, looking at Geralt without any recognition, but without any alarm or malice either.]
Are you a wolf?
[It's asked almost impassively. For someone who just appeared without any memories, he seems pretty at ease.]