[ wouldn’t that be a treat? And one that he would fully expect, especially after the bitten off fingers he’d been given before.
Some might have found the whispering — creepy. (and they have all rights to think that, given…that it would come off as such)
But the sound of it lulls him awake much more calmly than one would expect.
Except—the gremlin isn’t there. Hunter frowns a little and glances around himself before finally getting up to follow the flow of it.
IF it would stop wafting away like that, at least.
Still, interest has been piqued and he follows it with a hum. ]
What’re you up to….?
[ Out of the house, into the grass, and, oh, maybe he should have put on shoes? No…not necessary. The cold is barely there. He’s like a self-heating oven lately.
Yes, through the grass, stepping over Little Rock’s until the scent hits his nose and the gentle sound of water lapping at the bank. What he finds is not what he was expecting, and yet it also kind of was. He knows this lake. It’s the one he was told to stay out of or be eaten. Daeshim was very specific.
Hunter takes a moment to kneel down, wings tucking tighter against his back to keep from getting dirtied by fishy remains. Interesting. Who’d have thought that he’d see crispy mer-folk climbing out the lake.
Or that he would look up and find the unicorn floatie or all things in the middle of the lake. He grins a little and bites back a laugh, it’s warm and low and he’s taking in the sight… ]
Smart one, you are. Lure me to a fish fry and then offer me calamari? I am absolutely going to marry you.
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Some might have found the whispering — creepy. (and they have all rights to think that, given…that it would come off as such)
But the sound of it lulls him awake much more calmly than one would expect.
Except—the gremlin isn’t there. Hunter frowns a little and glances around himself before finally getting up to follow the flow of it.
IF it would stop wafting away like that, at least.
Still, interest has been piqued and he follows it with a hum. ]
What’re you up to….?
[ Out of the house, into the grass, and, oh, maybe he should have put on shoes? No…not necessary. The cold is barely there. He’s like a self-heating oven lately.
Yes, through the grass, stepping over Little Rock’s until the scent hits his nose and the gentle sound of water lapping at the bank. What he finds is not what he was expecting, and yet it also kind of was. He knows this lake. It’s the one he was told to stay out of or be eaten. Daeshim was very specific.
Hunter takes a moment to kneel down, wings tucking tighter against his back to keep from getting dirtied by fishy remains. Interesting. Who’d have thought that he’d see crispy mer-folk climbing out the lake.
Or that he would look up and find the unicorn floatie or all things in the middle of the lake. He grins a little and bites back a laugh, it’s warm and low and he’s taking in the sight… ]
Smart one, you are. Lure me to a fish fry and then offer me calamari? I am absolutely going to marry you.