𝓁oa͟d͟e͟d     g𖦹d     comp𝓁e𝔵.

❪ it's a quiet warning that whispers up his back before he finds the other, clothed gaze peering down to the new companion unhindered. most animals dislike it. how curious. a hand extends, slow, in offering. ❫ how small.

what makes it nonesense? ❪ there's a certain amusement in its interactions with the mortal flesh bags that roam this world. their minds complex yet terribly punishing. it would never understand. ❫ you feel it, yet it's nonesense?

tendrils weave along digits, a small frown displayed. distracted, tension lining his shoulders.

❪ curiosity piqued, it clasps extremities behind its back, blindfolded eyes surveying the smaller. ❫ that doesn't answer the question.

why is it strange to be alive?

frame to sway along wind's breeze, visage smooth and serene. calm as an undisturbed lake. it does not hunger just yet.

╱ HI SORRY IVE BEEN SO DEAD IT'S BEEN BUSY BUT I AM HERE

╱ what is death but a means to become like a phoenix. hey gang

╱ bookmarked pending replies, i promise to work on them when i can xoxo

the sarcasm sails over its head, cranium canting just enough to allow the entity to take in shaman’s profile. lips quirk into something quietly amused as digits still in onyx tresses. “you attract what you repel. it is a nasty thing.”

it certainly would never mind assisting the reynard. peering over his shoulder, “what do i do?”

╱ things are v busy. spotty until next week/the week after. ily.