05-14-2018, 06:00 AM
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A new breeze is felt blowing across Beqanna.
It is warm from adrenaline and metallic from the blood. It is him and his corrupt band of fiends. He is content with what is going on around him - chaos bubbles and builds like a volcano ready to erupt. No matter what happened to him, he’d always have one fact to keep him warm at night.
Chaos could force its way into even the most peaceful of times. Wasn’t it lovely?
Her smell is distinctive - sandy beaches and salty sea. Ischia, he knows it well. What was an Ischian doing on his turf? He was keen to figure it out...they knew to keep themselves away, so there must be some reason why she’s here.
Mortem emerges in all his ebony glory. Red nose glimmering, eyes daunting. “What brings you to the forest today?”
It is warm from adrenaline and metallic from the blood. It is him and his corrupt band of fiends. He is content with what is going on around him - chaos bubbles and builds like a volcano ready to erupt. No matter what happened to him, he’d always have one fact to keep him warm at night.
Chaos could force its way into even the most peaceful of times. Wasn’t it lovely?
Her smell is distinctive - sandy beaches and salty sea. Ischia, he knows it well. What was an Ischian doing on his turf? He was keen to figure it out...they knew to keep themselves away, so there must be some reason why she’s here.
Mortem emerges in all his ebony glory. Red nose glimmering, eyes daunting. “What brings you to the forest today?”
Modicum Mortem
|Proceed with Caution|