[The luminescence of the summoning begins to roll out and upward from the inside of the circle, boiling up into the eerie, eldritch form of one of the oldest terrors. The strange, sloped face gazes around the area, some measure of suspicion, surprise and uncanny, feral interest twisting the ancient features.

But almost immediately, it's long, clawed hands clutch it's own form. Something pitch begins to roil up in it.. making the edges of its form insubstantial... the quill like whiskers on its face lengthen, scraping the ground.]

Here, here? Is this mockery or wonder in this tu