06-28-2019, 09:32 PM
ghosts were surprisingly something unfamiliar to mikolaj. he had only ever run into either his own or the occasional mythical creature of the sewers. these lands seem to offer more, though. perhaps because of its deep seclusion away from them? he could only compare it to that bermuda triangle myth where unknown creatures all inhabit the mysterious islands.
ghosts. that was not something mikolaj had come in contact with yet. poltergeists, demons, what have you. slowly coming out from his own neighboring house, mikolaj curiously looked between crow and beck. his senses reacted to beck's blood, and all of them disliked it. the sizzling crackle. acidic smell. the taste of it in the air was bitter and felt like hot rocks on his tongue. his expression remained stoic for most of the experience, just his nose crinkling up in distaste.
"tchórz" he grumbled under his breath, reading the word aloud in his own tongue. what do we do? his gaze slowly moved to moth, and decided to sit next to her. he wasn't quite sure what to do, either, but they might as well watch what happens now that the victim was present.
"SPEECH"
ghosts. that was not something mikolaj had come in contact with yet. poltergeists, demons, what have you. slowly coming out from his own neighboring house, mikolaj curiously looked between crow and beck. his senses reacted to beck's blood, and all of them disliked it. the sizzling crackle. acidic smell. the taste of it in the air was bitter and felt like hot rocks on his tongue. his expression remained stoic for most of the experience, just his nose crinkling up in distaste.
"tchórz" he grumbled under his breath, reading the word aloud in his own tongue. what do we do? his gaze slowly moved to moth, and decided to sit next to her. he wasn't quite sure what to do, either, but they might as well watch what happens now that the victim was present.
"SPEECH"