06-04-2024, 07:04 PM
METEOR
As Kole stepped out of that weird shame and embarrassment loop, Meteor grinned. A soft chuckle. Kole wanted status and attention more than anything—that much’d been obvious during his years as a Descendant—but Meteor hadn’t quite expected Kole to be eager to show off.
“Considering the post-eruption, a large quantity of meat or useful herbs would be beneficial. Or other supplies.” Naturally, Meteor pointed a validation-hungry Kole in the direction towards enhancing the group itself. What point was there in enhancing his own status? He had undisputed control over the group, status symbols and posturing were, at this point, unnecessary.
“As for the bite… obviously, avoid the mane, the face, the paws.” Then a shrug. Which caused Meteor’s head to slip off the comfortable spot on the coyote’s side, so he readjusted. “Otherwise, I don’t care where you bite.”
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
that's not how i'll go!
————— ⬆ ————— pharaoh — dating kole — descendants of the departed ————— ⬇ —————
these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are