·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷

Awkwardly shimmying out of the trash, braced on it's edge peeking over their shoulder head tilted back, a wrapper stuck to his hair. "sorry- were you looking for something? "

passed out face down on the tl

p sure we all are

so you dont deny it

they forced me to eat cement when i was a kid

Bent over a trashcan forraging for snacks, falling in and knocking the entire thing over and just kinda rolling across the tl in it.

Hey, shadowlord, its me, ya boy.

Forgot im dead and died a second time sry.

Cloaked figure knelt by the rushing banks of a river constantly glancing over their shoulder while they work on something.

His focus stayed far from the market and that homely woman when the sun rose. The lord and her headguard piqued far more interest on days she managed to stay close. She wasnt a villager, pheonix drop knew not of the presence in the forest. "Be grateful for the minds mercy."

Vylad was like a ghost the way she usually haunted the village. Unseen until now. He'll have to be more careful of this newcomer going forward. Cant risk it. The tiniest ripple of muscles shifting under layers of draped fabric at that name..Garroth. "Maybe its a mercy."

She stays crouched in the shadows staring up from the shield of green fabric draped over their form, sheilding a mop of brown curls tied back and the better part of his face. He hasnt seen her in the village until now, must be a newcomer. "Perhaps thats for a reason."