you want some magic? — o, joining

[Luciferr]

hn, new flesh,

From the underbrush shambles the local monstrosity of snowbound, a mass of too many legs and too many tendrils making their way across the snowfields this place is so named for - the two front legs shifting and moving in an unnatural gait while the tendrils bursting from shoulders and joints wave in erratic patterns.

They stop beside Jacob to look at the two - unfamiliar with both, but classifying them as off limits to hunger,

At least while he lives here.

If they had eyes - and not the gaping skull like holes where they should be - their gaze would be directing Jacob a look, perhaps a fleeting greeting but alas it's simply an empty gaze that meets the pasta lovers briefly.

They still find it amusing this one seems the only one inclined to try to view them pleasantly the most.

They turn their head back and the outer jaw droops low and hanging as he soeaks "silentgrave, well me to snowbound" the Grimm multi tone rumbles before the beast falls silent and assessing.

He's not known to izuka but he knows the names of flesh here - so they know each other, hm - they muse on that silently, these friends from afar or associates finding each other and such again, how cute.

The black lion - aizawa - he give a nod to in welcome, but the creaking of the bursted, bulging spine of his neck likely mangles the intent, they do not care in the long run.

Still an interesting pair.

/excuse silent he's always morbid

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