edhelernil:

      【 ad astra 】A piece of his conscious reels; the word orders has never brought him anything of substantial value that was in terms of good. His framework may become doused in tension, but his expression, his stature, they all stay the same. Defining what he feels by scratching it into his face and out in the open where it can be easily observed was not his style. ’ What orders could bring you out this far into these woods? ’ His tone is accusatory; brash. He knows not yet with whom he speaks.

A curious creature, this one is. He eyed him carefully, past the elegance
and the statuesque posture, and scrutinized the trail in closer inspection.
The essence was not of anything he had encountered before; a distinct
hymn, foreign in all aspects, the resonance of a note that was yet to be.
The Cullens have let a potential threat slip under their fingers yet again.
They never seemed to learn from their mistakes. ’ The Volturi know of
your existence. ’ He said, his eyes flashing a bright crimson. ’ I come
as a warning to Carlisle and his coven. ’