Nothing ever lasts forever.

He is DARKNESS and  LUST for HUNGER.

INSATIABLE, the void within him never tired of his hunts - no, he enjoys them far more then that actual trapping of his PREY. And so it is within the darkness he finds his home. The SHADOWS are his safe haven, for within them all secrets lay unfurled from SKEPTIC view. There is always more in the absence of LIGHT then otherwise, more then any regular HUMAN could ever dare hope to witness. Life goes on after DEATH: it progresses, transforms, RUINS - but it continues. The most important part, however, are the everlasting EMOTIONS that are carried over. Everything feels MORE: fear, hope, desperation. It scorches brighter then any star.

A veritable FEAST. All for him.

And so it’s these heightened EMOTIONS that pull him, farfarfar into the Earth’s core, past growth and death and cold. He is pulled to the sounds of VICTORIOUSLY screeching mares and Fear’s own fear, of boogieman’s being tamed and tortured within. Of a being Older and potentially GREATER being brought to his metaphorical knees. A mind WRECKED is a mind to have, and the Nogitsune is keen to TASTE this man’s.

For it’s one of the most d e l e c t a b l e things he’s witnessed in a LONG while, so he keeps his witty one liners to himself and stands in his shadows, taking in a deserved fill, PATIENT in age to wait until notice.