[open] Keep me in your jaws; any

[litotes]

boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.

How many equines did I fuck last season?

Litotes is staring, puzzled, at the border of Pangea. Somewhere in an alternate universe where this moment is portrayed in a video game, bouncing and bubbly question marks are floating above his head.

Perhaps I really did lose my mind in Loess.

Upon the border is a young lioness: thin and battered, appearing as if she only ever belongs amongst a downpour. She is clearly a child, not nearly the size of a full grown predator. Water soaks and weighs down Lie’s lion mane as he sighs, gentle golden eyes staring at the girl with pity. He is crouching amongst a small bout of tall yellow grass, loath to revealing himself but knowing this is yet another one of his children.

Rayie announces herself with a growl. The Archon briefly muses on such a bold greeting into a foreign land, but does not quite take offense; instead, he lifts himself from the damp dust and pads slowly in the girl’s direction.

“Quite the way to introduce yourself to a foreign land,” he states, voice stern but eyes calm. “Stand up, child. What are you doing here?”

and if i fall would you know that to do?
and if i'm caught up would you stay?

Litotes

@[Rayie]