Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170317002326

The flashing, weaving shapes drift closer to the psyker, examining him closely. The triangular shape shifts, warps and remakes itself into a burning glass pyramid that peers down upon him with a single unblinking eye. The bird hawks and cries before diving down from the bookcase, shimmering as it darts for the observation deck and passes through as if it weren't there at all.