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I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. - Orvax - June 18, 2023
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@The Listener, maybe?
It was like a dream - life had become. Or maybe a nightmare. Orvax wasn't quite certain. An endless cycle; one in which he wasn't sure if any of it was real. He had lost his place, and in turn, his fate was forever concealed.
Perhaps death would come soon. Maybe he even willed it to. It called for him in the place of what had been lost. Another reaper would come to take his role and be his end.
Longingly, Orvax looked to the water. Would the reaper come from this place - to take him under, and never let him find his way to the surface? Or would the sand beneath his feet swallow him whole, encasing him beneath the warm grains.
How would it end, he wonders to himself. And better yet - when?
RE: I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. - Pelagius - June 19, 2023
I hope it’s alright if you get the oddball son instead!
Does it call to you?
He had left mother and the young ones and the island, only for now. If Blackwater was to rise again, they would need numbers.
What is the prize for saving a life? Pelagius stared with those unsettling beetle wing shine eyes, appearing even darker with the black fur around them. It felt odd, to be without his skull.
But it was new, exciting. The whispers hummed and buzzed in his head, and he twitched his snout to the side. Like an eagle trying to see something up close.
He chuffed a laugh.
I have known you. Before.Basilica, his dreadfather’s claim, yes he had seen the man there he thought.