Koa
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
Why is it full of blood?And sugar, we're going down swinging
Why is it full of blood?!
That's... pretty much Koa's only thought as he stares into the cavern, its walls stained an inky red from the light cast off the falls. It's utterly disturbing, reeking of iron, like something out of a gods-damned nightmare.
Or a really unsettling children's book.
Equally fascinated and repulsed, Koa hasn't made it very deep into the cavern. And yet he just can't turn away; he's too caught up in trying to figure out if the not-waterfall sounds different, being full of fucking blood. He doesn't notice the Lial prowling in the shallows, waiting for some hapless idiot (so Koa) to stumble into its den. He's too busy staring at the sanguine pillar, his clammy palms gripping the strap of his bag.
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
