Permafrost Hollows but you're just a black hole

@Kratos; might use this for naturalist even if it goes south. ^-^

the scent of others; of a settlement the silencer assumes, beginning to sink their roots into the frostbitten earth. the bleak harsh stone spire that stretches towards the horizon like the tooth of jormungandr lodged into the earth where the world serpent took a bite. never one to give much credence to his father's religion — a juxtaposition to his mother's own — it made for nice stories and despite himself he finds himself; the part that is northern, bridging connections in the world he sees. he does not worry that mephala will forsake him for this. he is her's; faithfully ...but he cannot help what he is. a rivaling concoction of things that shouldn't be but is.

a sharpened axe blade carved with runes. a poisonous spider spinning its web of seduction, of deceit. a body of two peoples.

cautious, the silencer treads here on what could be mistaken for borders. poisonous sprigs and blooms gathered carefully into a wrap of spidersilk and dried rabbit pelage clutched betwixt his jaws he continues with his theft of plants assuming that they will not be missed by those who dwell here.