Cerulean Cape thunderclap

despite this buccaneer wisening up to Lycaon’s intentions to bootleg his good fortune, the cheeky son-of-a-witch continued anyway, his expression animated with incredulity when Raptor called him out on his shenanigans. ”what, ‘the storm’ can’t provide a lil smack on the lips? what a prude.” 

the other returned to his plunder in a manner not unlike that of golem, pro-active in securing it against the looming threat of rapine. lycaon shifted in place. truth be told he really didn’t want a closer look at chapalmalania altaefrontis or get mixed up with the monster of a tongue caged in that snaggletoothed hoosegow. stare into the void and it might stare back––or just throttle you with its giraffe-esque prehensility.