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01-02-2017, 07:20 PM
Sacre had always wondered when again they would meet Kisamoa, the sea horse who had asked them a favour and not yet told them what said favour was specifically. Though Sacre had an idea it was to do with the dead lands he still wondered on what precisely it was that this Kisamoa required of them that he himself couldn’t do alone. Adorning himself with his new Sun God statue, tied obscurely into his tail just under his violently red arrow (it fell out often), the fox-boy and his fox friends made their way towards the desired spot on the word of one strange seahorse, gathering with the others, keen on knowing their task. He instinctively hovered towards Mauja, feeling a well of happiness fill his heart at seeing a familiar spotted friend, but still his ears were tuned to Kisamoa even as he offered a friendly shoulder bump on his way past the Frozen Light. So, this favour, was to clear the filth from the surrounding areas? This was something Kisamoa couldn’t do? Or chose not to do? Would he help them? Sacre tilted his uncertain gaze and levelled it on the guy calling in the favours, though the fox-boy had agreed to help him, he was still unsure. Why was everything a riddle? Bones? It was frustrating. For a moment, Kisamoa ignited a recent memory from a day in the Threshold of a girl who was quite attached to her grim collection of remains from some poor soul—it made him shiver. Yet, Tilney had already asked about the bones and Sacre’s other questions went on and on like a long roll of never ending parchment. In the end, he said he would help and, like a true man of his word, so he would, but not without worry about it first. Lost in thought, the fox-boy made his way off towards the Endless Blue. show me your fears, show me your scars I'll take whatever's left of your heart |
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
❚ Please tag me!
