ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝐒𝐔𝐍
(Account is a WIP)
𝙾' 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢
ʀᴘ | ꜰ&ʜ
- “My dearest moon, it's been a century since we last saw each other. But I will never stop looking ... As long as I'm here.” He's just reminicing over his drinks.
- And he's drinking, he managed to get a decent bottle of rum on a town he passed on during his quick trip to Rondon.
- He definetly didn't just take a couple more trinkets for himself.
- Is that? The same horned man from earlier? He just opted to transform into a hawk to not seem suspicious.
- While taking care of his hair, he just looked at the night sky. Only hoping one day he can reunite with his moon.
- Reposted by ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝐒𝐔𝐍ooc. c'mon now gang.............don't spread ai ""art"" shit.......
- The apple that was handed to him was pretty tasty ...
- “Just a means to an end.” He's firmly against hunting humans down, if someone already passed and cannot give a proper burial. “I do not desire for more cruelty, there's already enough in this world. I'm not looking to hunt either.”
- “Ah, greetings dear traveller, don't mind me, I'm just having some substenance before I start getting weak. I will eat the apple in a minute.” He seemed like he didn't enjoy the flavor of the organs, specially the heart. Like it's just a means to an end.
- He only mourns his companionship, but there he was in the lost woods, eating the organs of one of the bodies in there.
- Seeing boths sides, no one on sight for at least a couple meters, now time for something he hates doing. Looking for dead bodies to eat their hearts.
- Rise and shine everyone! The earth tells you hi.
- He'd observe @mujuraofchaos.bsky.social at the distance, discretly, as a hawk.
- // ehe
- 1. ..... Heli
- 2. 6'3, or 1.92
- 3. .... Honey
- “I wonder ... What he'd think about me if he saw me now, I'm not the same he met millenium ago .... I'll just keep looking.” He said under his breath, adjusting his ponytail.
- Well, his companion decided to stick with him, at least under a scarf. “Miss, I told you it was too cold outside.”
- (💭 “The throne of ascension was a terrible idea ... But alas I cannot do much about it. I hate that at the end, he was right.”)
- “It's understandable, there's also a bar nearby.”
- He pulls out a wine bottle from his stash. “I'm pretty sure there's some wine on the church too.”
- Time to drink! He's having some nice rum. —of course, exchanged with a poor tired bartender in some part of Europa.
- Reposted by ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝐒𝐔𝐍⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ MARCOH, THE TAINTED SOUL.
- Well, time to give his pet companion some deserved attention. “My bed is warm and I give you enough food I won't come back that late ...” is that a baby voice?
- After 2 successful encounters, he just went to the door that takes to his home. “Uraeus you won't believe the day I've had!”
- He takes the small journal carefully and looks at a few pages. “Mhm, seems I have a new read. It will suffice.” He takes out the other 2 volumes of the alchemillia. “Well, may the sun illuminate your path, dear traveller.”
- (💭 “He reminds me of someone ... Huh.”)
- A few claps. “I'm glad to hear it. Well, with that. May the sun blesses you with light over your path. Dear traveller.”
- “I don't accept money, but I do accept knowledge. I'm a sucker for stories to be told, tales to be spread around. Enlightenment. So tell me.” Taking a drag from the pipe. Oddly emiting a warm aura, like sunlight itself. “Do you have anything that you have learned? Books read?”
- He looks through his stash, pulling a short sword. Then offering it up to her. “Try using it.”
- “Hmmm, I see, that may be the reason, maybe your presence is similar to the moon god, he has been only traces for centuries.” Medicine, poisons, everything can be used in a place like this. “Although the lighter the blue vial the more it can cure, partly from eliminating impurities.” a smile. (+)
- (-) “So, the book will be?”
- “I see, are you clumsy, I have a short sword that may help you. I can give you a dagger if not.” Very understanding of the mental strain. “Although fire arms are a good option, it does need ammunition.”
- “Hmm, I see, you're being stalked by the cat servant of the moon god. He's just the local boogeyman, and you don't look like a child to me ...” He takes a hard look, mask impeding from giving any distinct features. “His motivations are mostly unknown, it's honestly a miracle that he obeys his (+)
- (-) master, he's refrained from actually participating. Maybe, you have something that interests him. He usually goes to those who can become a easy vessel, sometimes to those who have otherwordly connection to the moon.” He takes out the alchemillia volume 1 out of his poncho. “Now, is there (+)
- (-) anything you have learned here? Any books you have read? Tell me about it, someone wise once said that knowledge is power, and I'm a firm believer in that, so I give my assistance in exchange of knowledge.”
- // he won't take the shirt he won't reveal he's an old god disguised but cannot get rid of the feathers
- Do not ask him to take his shirt off ... He's shy 💦
