Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
It sounds like he should be careful. He glances over his shoulder at the pair of them, nodding as his steps pick their way around rocks that seem to wet or too loose. All the while the glittering scale calls to him, and soon enough, others join in on the glinting. "Looks like what we came for," he remarks upon closer inspection, crouching down to tap the edge of his chakram on the loose scale and flip it over.
He glances up from his find towards the others that shine, and the fold of discarded skin, pulling a face at that because, ew. He wipes his arm over his forehead where the sweat threatens to drip into his eyes, preparing for a soon to be battle. "Heeeeeere snakey snakey," he calls into the gloom as he rises back to his feet, "pspspspspsps." A normal snake might flee from a voice, preferring to avoid conflict, but the void fuckers are too angry to be sensible, drawn in by the promise of something, anything, they can bite.
Kaisel calls out to the snake
He glances up from his find towards the others that shine, and the fold of discarded skin, pulling a face at that because, ew. He wipes his arm over his forehead where the sweat threatens to drip into his eyes, preparing for a soon to be battle. "Heeeeeere snakey snakey," he calls into the gloom as he rises back to his feet, "pspspspspsps." A normal snake might flee from a voice, preferring to avoid conflict, but the void fuckers are too angry to be sensible, drawn in by the promise of something, anything, they can bite.
Kaisel calls out to the snake
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on the floor
It's just your shadow on the floor
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
