the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

but the darker the weather, the better the man

you can take all you want

She tugs him along and he follows closely, tearing his gaze from the winding hill and the path that leads up to the home to focus on the sight he sees before him. A garden of sorts, overgrown and with vines growing along the stone and wood of the home and fence. She points them out, tells him that they have to keep them, and he hums a quiet laugh of agreement to that. “I agree.” And he does – they remind him so much of Saartjie, in a way, that he can’t seem to part with it already.

Though… Trimming, perhaps, may be needed.

Still, she pulls him further along the trail into the confines of the front of the home – and he dodges a few rogue branches from growing palms, stepping over bushes that have overgrown a bit too much. His gaze lifts to find the porch, overgrown and vibrant against the stone hue of the house and he grins to her. “I’ve always loved porches.” A quiet admission, giving her hand a squeeze as she comments that she loves it.

“We haven’t seen the inside yet, don’t grow too attached.” He teases her lightly, letting go of her hand to step onto the porch – perhaps a bit warily as he applies his weight to it, hoping to not crash through any of the wooden boards. And when he doesn’t, finds them surprisingly sturdy, he tears away a few of the rogue weeds that had grown over the door before pulling it open. Inside, it’s dusty and old, but from the entrance he can already spot a fireplace in the corner, a left behind dining table… A home that had been lived in and left, for gods knew how long.

He turns back to her then to gesture inside when he notices a few creatures hidden beneath the tangle of the foliage near the side of the home – a herd of something he’s never seen before in vibrant hues with a beaklike face and ram horns of a sort, grazing in the distance.

but not who i am

SuNJATA