04-21-2021, 08:05 AM
The sun was warming up their back considerably fast as they walked, rainbow eyes squinting against the light as they halted. The jungle before them was welcoming, a way to hide from his gaze, but the territory marker that was placed before their paws told them it was not free land. Under their tan cloth scarf the branding felt like a burning welt, as though it had still been recently burned out. It had been there for several centuries, however. The bags that hung from the left and right sides of their body felt heavy with art supplies, and they sat down.
They hadn't been to a group's territory at all, usually steering away from such places out of fear that he would be there, ready to demand loyalty from the artist god. So they stared across the way before their soft voice reached out, "Cshio'ku? Anyone live here?" His native language felt rough on their tongue, but still they greeted the air with it.
They hadn't been to a group's territory at all, usually steering away from such places out of fear that he would be there, ready to demand loyalty from the artist god. So they stared across the way before their soft voice reached out, "Cshio'ku? Anyone live here?" His native language felt rough on their tongue, but still they greeted the air with it.
Sometimes all i think about is you
— Reggan
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗