Falke
He’d heard of the howling - or rather, someone had brought him news of it. The incessant, day-in-and-day-out sound that could not possible be human and yet undeniably is. So something is wrong (a conclusion they’ve likely all come to), and either something needs help or they’re all going to be attacked for their efforts.
Well, so be it. Such is the occasionally thankless realm of healthcare.
Touching the new compass tentatively, Falke double checks its security before moving closer, coming near Ronin and finding the demigod’s presence somewhat comforting. The Fixer’s attention, however, is not on the Huntsman, his compass, or his glove, but on the direction the sound is coming from, and he tries to steel his face against the uncertainty of what lies ahead.
Well, so be it. Such is the occasionally thankless realm of healthcare.
Touching the new compass tentatively, Falke double checks its security before moving closer, coming near Ronin and finding the demigod’s presence somewhat comforting. The Fixer’s attention, however, is not on the Huntsman, his compass, or his glove, but on the direction the sound is coming from, and he tries to steel his face against the uncertainty of what lies ahead.
oh we're human, only human
like a moth to a flame, flickering so dangerously
Base Code by Sky!
