Cerulean Cape jello mold

@Moorhen <3

lionel mayfair had grown bored as boys do, and after hooting to @Bijou and @Knaven the wolven equivalent of "catch you on the flip, pussies," had set off down the coast. he'd decided to make a game of it: head down until it got too cold; unlikely given where he'd come from — or he fell off; an agnostic flat-earther who found out the hard way.
and so his step was rangy, bouncy, focused. lionel had no intention of stopping unless he saw something very interesting. the list of cool things that had turned his head was not long: a green crab, a large rock formation resembling a dick, which he stopped to cackle at and piss upon, and a particularly ugly walrus bull.
there was nothing else that could be added to the list, the stag felt, trotting on.