It is childlike as sketches go, the rough shape of a small slanted house and trees around it. A black cat on the roof.
He only needs the broad gesture of it for the possibility of escape to feel tangible, details occasionally filled in and forgotten between iterations. He’s usually alone in this one, the grass long and the air cool with salt. He lives like a witch on the edge of town and is seldom bothered. Eventually someone finds him and they fight to the death.
The snout under his collar dips back away from her reach, naturally wary until he whispers in a foreign tongue for it to comply.
Ribbon drops off the back of his shoulder into his tunic, a slender, gliding weight as warm as the cloth and hide around her. She crosses slowly over into Fitcher’s fingers through the laces, gold button eyes and dark scales pinstriped with pale yellow.
Silas is otherwise quite still around the huff and puff of his breathing in close quarters, watchful of her watching him.
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Date: 2022-07-28 05:06 pm (UTC)He only needs the broad gesture of it for the possibility of escape to feel tangible, details occasionally filled in and forgotten between iterations. He’s usually alone in this one, the grass long and the air cool with salt. He lives like a witch on the edge of town and is seldom bothered. Eventually someone finds him and they fight to the death.
The snout under his collar dips back away from her reach, naturally wary until he whispers in a foreign tongue for it to comply.
Ribbon drops off the back of his shoulder into his tunic, a slender, gliding weight as warm as the cloth and hide around her. She crosses slowly over into Fitcher’s fingers through the laces, gold button eyes and dark scales pinstriped with pale yellow.
Silas is otherwise quite still around the huff and puff of his breathing in close quarters, watchful of her watching him.