and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
The trill of the dragon has Varus’ grin growing wider, approaching fully now as he bends to try and reach for Loki’s neck to give a lovingly nice scratch along her scales. “Oh, that so? Good thing I came prepared.” His gaze lifts to Wessex with a wink, before he’s pulling out a piece of dried meat he’d collected while following the gourds on their trek, moving to hand it to Loki with another little pat.
He draws up fully, casting a glance around the bushes where the eyes sit in before a bright laugh leaves him. “Yeah, they’ve been following you. I was following them and then found you so.” Flashing a bright grin he loosens his shoulders, pulling the daggers from the sides of his hips and legs as he focuses on keeping him, Wessex, and Loki in the center while the pumpkins move to descend. “Whattya say we murder some pumpkins?” He smirks her way before launching a knife right into the hull of the first gourd that steps out.
He draws up fully, casting a glance around the bushes where the eyes sit in before a bright laugh leaves him. “Yeah, they’ve been following you. I was following them and then found you so.” Flashing a bright grin he loosens his shoulders, pulling the daggers from the sides of his hips and legs as he focuses on keeping him, Wessex, and Loki in the center while the pumpkins move to descend. “Whattya say we murder some pumpkins?” He smirks her way before launching a knife right into the hull of the first gourd that steps out.
VARUS
