Let me think!

"Silence! Can't you see I'm conversing with this wretched thing?" Zephyros' voice cracked like a whip, sharp and unyielding, as he shoved the wooden owl aside. 

The being watched, its gaze unblinking, as the bird tumbled to the ground, before landing in a heap of feathers and dirt.

Zephyros stood rigid, his jaw clenched, his fingers twitching at his sides. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, a nervous tic he couldn't suppress. His eyes darted wildly, pupils dilating as if searching for an escape that didn't exist. The hairs on his arms rose, prickling as though the very air around him was alive, charged with an unseen presence.

The being before him shifted, Eyes—too many eyes—blinked into existence across its now humanoid frame, each one glistening with an otherworldly light.