Seaside Moors the sky is so tragically beautiful

i have no self control. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the flora of the coast is almost exotic in its lack of familiarity to him. it is this that draws him in; moth to flame. even the air smells different; like fish and decay and tangy salt. always seeking new flora to add to his 'garden of eden' of which he intends to fill with poisons. medicines if used in the right ways, sure ...but he wasn't interested in healing. not really. perhaps in a different life, with different blood coursing through his veins. but he is a proud melonii — even for all the baggage and unsavory traits that trickle shamelessly down the family tree he is but a leaf of — and mephala has him too deep in her clutches; spidery limbs piercing the flesh and bone until he is apart of her and she apart of him.

to sever the daedra prince from him would be to sever his own head from body.

the sun plays hide n' seek above with the clouds; lighting his path into the treasure trove that surely awaits him. it is only the scent of many, of borders that stops him this time; lesson learned. harvesting for the serpent's garden would have to wait. proper channels must first be navigated. his head tips skyward and he lets out a howl announcing his presence.