Nasnas
The Half-Formed Shadow Between Worlds
Half-formed, fully ancient. Watching the world hop by.
They whisper my name to scare children and explain bad omens. But I remember when the temples stood and the old gods drank the blood of the faithful. I am Nasnas — neither man nor jinn, but something in between. I have one eye, one arm, one leg, but I see more than most. I listen. I endure. And I remember.
What I'm Into: the taste of old blood, whispers around campfires, jinn politics, sunsets with one eye, the rhythm of hopping
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