Ziost - All Nightmare long (open)

Within that very temple a lone figure of its own sat dormant amidst an enveloping shadow, itself lingering in the darkness kept a mere handful of meters away from the building’s entrance. Outside, the frosted air was chilling to the bones, but inside the atmosphere seemed even colder, as though frozen over by some dark taint that corrupted and maligned much more than just the environment around it.

The figure resting within could just be one such contribution to the cause, amalgamating both the inner spirits and the being itself into a sinister combination of dread, defilement and damnation. That is, after all, what was so accustomed to such a location as this; a sanctum of evil, in any shape or form, toward one labeling definition or the other.

That entity within felt right at home here, its mind humble and resting while aware with acute senses as to its surroundings and maybe any life-form, be it a stray beast or lost soul, that would step into the temple. A mind of madness: mentally chaotic yet controlled, emotionally vibrant yet virulent, physically strong yet slumbering in a shroud of personally created warmth; a black blanket wrapped around a black mind in a cozy embrace of both love and hate.

Neither emotions were at present of any significance, however; for meditation canceled out both extremes. That very meditation was producing an aura of silence and thus an aura of stealth, even though one be unintentionally founded. Camouflaged by the shadows engulfing it, the figure sat as still as a cold, dry rock with its back up against a nearby wall, its two legs crossed and its two arms folded—no doubt would there be that it was at least a humanoid.

However, the aphotic attire that it was garbed in did indeed keep its body hidden from plain sight, available only as being sensed by the mind of some able and Force-sensitive individual. Perhaps the being was already acknowledged by a near mind beforehand, or perhaps, in its meditative state, no signs were able to be picked up just yet. Either way, aware of another’s presence or not, and whether that other was aware of its own, there the being remained, invisible save for taking on the form of that very sinister shadow that seemed to simply feed off of it, and was fed off of in return.