05-15-2022, 09:01 PM
[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]His mouth twitched at Lanyu's comments, unsure of how he could formulate an appropriate response for her. She had her complaints, as he knew they all did, but she was a bit more vocal about them than the other youngsters he had in tow. Christian, it seemed, was quicker to dismiss them than Zjarr was, huffing at his sister. "It's okay," he said to the boy with a soft chuckle. He didn't know what German worm crawled into Christian's head in his infancy, but it was there, alright — none of the others spoke German so Zjarr chalked it up to that. Miraculously, it was a language he understood for a reason he no longer knew, though he was not completely fluent as he once remembered being. Was it a German friend? That had to have been the case, and it felt right to him, but his old comrade's face and voice long eluded him. He cursed his memory frequently for being all too selective.
They were deep enough into the borders now, and still no Tangler in sight. This place surely wasn't deserted, for the demon detected recent scent trails around them, all with the same odor. There had to be others here. They just had to be more assertive with their presence. "YO! Anyone out there?" the canine barked, on the watch for anyone that would greet them.
They were deep enough into the borders now, and still no Tangler in sight. This place surely wasn't deserted, for the demon detected recent scent trails around them, all with the same odor. There had to be others here. They just had to be more assertive with their presence. "YO! Anyone out there?" the canine barked, on the watch for anyone that would greet them.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]cold cold cold[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot