a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind
Yeah? Go ahead. Bet you leave a carcass, The hulking size of the creature lounging beneath the tree speaks of blood spatters and violence, and he's keen to see this delicate work - of course believing none of it. An expert. He snorts, hopping closer still - the movements are reminiscent of a corvid, which probably explains a lot about his nature as well. Listening to tales about the creature behind the waterfall, Arsen scoffs and pulls a face at Remi. "Nah," he decides, breaking their telepathic silence.
"I'm blessed enough, thanks." Have you seen him? He's close enough now to the manticore to practically be dwarfed in his shadow, crouched in the grass, plumage spread about him to soak up the Leafchange sun. "What the fuck are you, anyways? King of the forest?"
"I'm blessed enough, thanks." Have you seen him? He's close enough now to the manticore to practically be dwarfed in his shadow, crouched in the grass, plumage spread about him to soak up the Leafchange sun. "What the fuck are you, anyways? King of the forest?"
Arsen
