[ The lower, larger eyes sink down and fade away, and Trevor steps forward. Fully visible, he's less intimidating, a boy still mentally growing into a body that's grown too fast for him to keep up with it. For all the world, he looks like he could be any boy from the village, save for the antlers. Save for the fact that his cloak doesn't move with the wind, and instead flicks nervously. Save for the fact that his eyes are that icy blue in thier entirety, with no pupil or white.
He doesn't answer, instead twisting his head about, testing the air with the antlers on his head as if they were an insect's antennae. ]
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He doesn't answer, instead twisting his head about, testing the air with the antlers on his head as if they were an insect's antennae. ]
You don't smell human.