08-07-2021, 07:39 AM
The sands of time leave his bones untouched and still they creak like a wheel in need of oil. Chem grunts as he rises to his feet, acting like he’s aged 100 years in his brief disappearance into the shadows of the Cove. He shakes himself free of the cobwebs gathered and steps into the golden morning light. Irisaen slithers out from around his feet, she’s full grown now, and not obnoxiously big but definitely enough to make one’s heart race if they’re not familiar with her – or if they’re are afraid of snakes. She’s a convenient sized to cling to him if needed, and at the same time can hold her own moving about naturally. How ever she moves, she’s never far from him.
He's avoided everyone, abandoned tasks, and sunk into his beloved shadows for months – maybe a year now? He’s not sure. And he’s not sure he’s even ready to emerge, but for whatever reason he does feel the need to wander the hills of his home today. There are a few others, here and there, no one he considers an intruder, and no one really requires his introduction either (most have been here longer than him). Its easy enough to nod to them and travel by, Irisaen slithering behind.
It’s a foggy morning, warm, and clearly pressing to perhaps be a humid day if there is no breeze – but he is lucky here, there is always a breeze. There are no real forests in Silver Cove so the wind sweeps uninterrupted over the emerald and heather-flower knolls. He’s aimless in his wandering the pathways, half hoping to find Bible, or anyone he’s tried to bring here, really; but the gilded woman is always in the back of his mind.
booo this sucks
i'll be slowly getting to his replies but he made put this here ha
throw anyone at hims, he's bored ♥♥
