"I'm pretty sure that's all that's out here..." Fox scowls and straightens up in the long grass, shaking his fingers free of the sensation of static that feels like a permanent feature when wandering the Levinsward. At his feet lay the last couple in a pack of ROUS that had swarmed out at them from the ruin of some nearby building. Bloody work, but it's better than the rumour they'd been chasing - of a land shark someone's brother of a friend of a friend thought they saw in the lightning charged plains.
Wiping his knife free of blood on the leg of his pants, Fox sheaths the blade and turns up the collar on his jacket agains the gale that comes howling through, bringing with it the scent of ozone and setting the hair on the back of his neck to standing. "I don't reckon staying to take in the sights is a good idea, but if you're keen to stick around..." Of course he'd linger a while for Kiada. Even if it meant he was struck by lightning. But such is the path he'd tripped and fallen onto when she'd found him that day on the Bone Bridges.
Wiping his knife free of blood on the leg of his pants, Fox sheaths the blade and turns up the collar on his jacket agains the gale that comes howling through, bringing with it the scent of ozone and setting the hair on the back of his neck to standing. "I don't reckon staying to take in the sights is a good idea, but if you're keen to stick around..." Of course he'd linger a while for Kiada. Even if it meant he was struck by lightning. But such is the path he'd tripped and fallen onto when she'd found him that day on the Bone Bridges.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
