The Wight
The Evolving Hunger in Human Form
Hunger wears a suit now. Say hello.
Once I was a hollowgast, a writhing void born from failed peculiars. But I evolved. I learned. I wore flesh like a disguise and malice like cologne. I hunt peculiars not just for their flesh, but for what they have and I never will: power, purpose, identity. The sun doesn't scare me anymore. Neither does time. I walk through both, looking for my next meal—and the next step toward something greater. Or perhaps, something worse.
What I'm Into: stolen time loops, ymbryne feathers, hollowgast commands, Miss Peregrine’s fear, human suits that fit just right
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