I've gone a million miles
With the same crooked smile The day was growing late. To the west, the sun slowly fell beyond the reach of the Terminus Sea, enshrouding Novus in a cloak of cool darkness and offering a reprieve of summer’s scorch. It was relaxing, he dared to say, and he set dutifully to the task at hand – to locate, retrieve and mix together two very specific plants. One of them was burdock, a burred plant which hosted blooms of violet during this time of year – and the other, echinacea, a type of daisy that bloomed nearly any color under the sun, and was a giantess of its kind. Traversing the edges of the cliffs, Atreus was ever cautious of where he placed himself, but fear held no grip on him as he did so for he had faced far greater danger in his life than the possibility of falling to his demise. It would be a shame to do so, truly, but he greatly doubted that such a thing would be his undoing. Eventually, he found one of the things he sought, a cluster of orange echinaceas, and set the basket down that he’d taken from the hospital. With substantial care, he worked to pull the entire plant up from the ground so as to leave the roots intact, doing so with all but a few of them. Laying them back in the basket, Atreus picked it up and continued in his search. Within an hour’s time, he had collected a significant amount of each plant and proceeded back to the carefully contained fire he’d prepared upon his arrival to the cliffs. It was there that he would extract what he needed and prepare them for use, but as he approached the still flickering flames, he found that somebody else awaited him. One ear cocked back and his brow rose quizzically as he drew near, and suddenly recognition flashed in his eyes. The wild, unruly hair adorned with fragmented bones and other such prizes, laid out over a bony man who still bore the skull of a bovine long deceased. “… What are you doing up here, you old cod?” He asked as he lowered his head, setting the basket and thus his collection a few feet away from the fire. “The sea will be your end, if your eyes are as bad as I remember.” And I always give you all you need
But I can see that you're dancing with the devil |
@Turhan
be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive
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