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TO PUT THIS INTO CONTEXT;
-Tilney has gone missing (aka. ive been innactive lel)
-He is the Moon Doctor @ worlds edge. He went on a trip to the ocean in search of a particular algea and got swept away by high tide and has gone castaway for months (WIIILLLSOOOONNN).
-He's just managed to get back to helovia to the endless blue but as u can imagine is not in the best state.
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-Tilney has gone missing (aka. ive been innactive lel)
-He is the Moon Doctor @ worlds edge. He went on a trip to the ocean in search of a particular algea and got swept away by high tide and has gone castaway for months (WIIILLLSOOOONNN).
-He's just managed to get back to helovia to the endless blue but as u can imagine is not in the best state.
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Salt struck lungs and chaffed, chapped chops was all that remained of the flaxen lad. Seafoam kisses would not cheer his routinely clear head; Not while he lay parched on the slab. Wishing away the day was all this man felt he could do really - Wishes to his westerly herd escaped those cracked grey lips first, then wishes to her. Oh, Arah. Torn was the bronze boys heart, wishing to all the gods that his girl was searching for him, though also he desperately hoped that his porcelain princess was not in distress over his disappearance. However, It would sadden him greatly if she was not... "Why are you so far from me?" he spluttered from raw teeth, skin, bone. This was not how it ought to be. Here was a bachelor, ready to cut out his heart for a lass only to be separated from her before he could do so. Oh beloved, find me. What would it take for his eyes to open? Had it been only minutes, hours or days since his eyelids last peeled off those salt-stung irises? The whispering wishes turned into groans, the castaways splitting voice leaving his mouth in croaks as he forced an eyelid open. It cracked like a clam thrown by sea spray at dour rocks, though the pearl inside this one was green and as pure as emerald; unmistakably the eyes possessed by Tilney of the Worlds Edge. Birdsongs afternoon heat was more than crippling to this woesome waif. Leathery skin stretched tightly over tired ribs and baking muscles; the black vultures circled. For once Tilney could hardly be more relieved at the fact that the night would soon be upon this land; whichever land he was on. The evening came with a greeting of sea spray and ocean wind; It licked his wounds but left their own particular sting. Purple, orange, pink and blue and all their shades had filled most of his gaze by now. "Aiya" the lad breathed, watching as his lantern lit with a puff. Now he was truly vespertine. Standing on shaky hocks, the brute crossed the shore to the treeline where he found a familiar trail. The muscles above his eyes knitted into a frown on his sandy countenance. He had to be hallucinating? This was the Endless Blue! Was he actually home? Hope did an incredible thing to the stags wrecked body; it made it move like it couldn't before. He searched between each palm for any other creature who might confirm that he was in fact in Helovia once again. |
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Wander or Leave
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