just a hot shot | getting comfortable

[SirDio]

YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE A MAN
I THINK, THEREFORE I AM.

In some ways, the desert was a lot like her old home. Not The Glades, no. A wide plane of darkness and eerie beings. Harsh and unforgiving. Mezrith hated her old home, but seemed to be okay with the desert and its inhabitants. They were all unique in their own way. But her heart just wouldn't care.

Padding around the jungle, the sight of two crocodile skulls took her for a loop. The demoness went to get a closer look, a gentle "Woah.." leaving her mouth. She blinked slowly, looking inside the house as well as she could, considering her stance and height. "Is... is anyone in there? Your crocodile skulls look cool." Her stomach growled as she spoke, and she cursed silently. Hopefully she could find someone willing to give her some sweets. Or just regular healthy food.

— Reggan