"I didn't think you'd come."
Solemn and quiet, the bass voice that spoke was carried by the chill morning air. It belonged to a tall kijikaiaku, who sat calmly upon the ridge, watching the horizon for dawn's first rays. Variegated pale blue, with eyes of pale yellow, and a splash of black across his forehead, his simple colouring was partially obscured by the dark, ghostly cloak along his back, resting lightly across his long, thick mane and the plating of his body. Pale blue wisps of ...