Royal 🖤 @r0mantics.bsky.social · 03/11/2025A chill wind and the rhythmic sounds of the surf greet him as he takes in his surroundings. Stretches of tall windblown grass, withered from the cold and whitewashed by the waning moon. + 140
Royal 🖤 @r0mantics.bsky.social · 03/11/2025Not far, the grassy earth gives way to several metres of sand that lead to the sea. Or whatever kind of body of water it is. "Whaur th'feck?" Soap rounds the vehicle, finally spotting his surly companion perched on the grass bank. + 140
Royal 🖤 @r0mantics.bsky.social · 03/11/2025The task set before him fills him with both dread and hope. It's a first, having to fill anyone in on this particular aspect of his mutation in the aftermath. Sure, he's chosen to share the details a few times before, but he's never had to do so to anyone who'd /already/ seen him die. + 140
