Wapun Meadow but sentimental boy is my nom de plume
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He strides confidently towards the stranger, or rather where they lurk, and rumbles a gator-like sound to alert them of his own presence. They already sense something judging by the nervous tone of their words. As Revui malea himself known, he watches the stranger calmly - coldly. They are composed of a unique mixture of sandy tones topped with grizzled, stony grays. They appear healthy, and Revui wonders about where they came from. Their scent is unremarkable; he doesn't notice any layering.

The dead tning in the earth draws Revui's attention next. He acts as if the stranger isn't even there. They are certainly no threat - and boldly moves close, dropping his head low so he can probe at the remains, sniffling, testing the porous material with nips of his teeth. He is predatory, reptilian, and yeah --- creepy af.

The woods have always been filled with these soft doe-eyed things;
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.

I have always been the huntsman.  ⤑

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but sentimental boy is my nom de plume - by Jaime2 - April 09, 2020, 09:23 PM
RE: but sentimental boy is my nom de plume - by Jaime2 - April 10, 2020, 09:24 AM
RE: but sentimental boy is my nom de plume - by Revui (Ghost) - April 15, 2020, 04:15 PM