A COURTESY CALL // Joining

[adventure.]

THE TEARS THAT I SHED ARE
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

"well holy fucking shit. even demons come crawling out of that?", she would muse to herself, having been resting nearby to the nile, in time to watch sobek crawl from it's depths as the impressive beastie he was. nervously laughing to herself, "hey there big guy. damn you've got a lot of eyes don't you?", she murmured as she got to her paws slowly, approaching the crocodile with a berth. shit, he was a sight alright, and she just hoped he was sentient and not an asshole that would immediately try to eat her.

did the sacrifices feed the crocs in the nile? if their feeding had made them grow this big ... she didn't want to think about it. fur ruffled slightly, the borzoi would step a bit closer to peer at him, knowing she was probably being rude but damn, it wasn't everyday that a creature emerged looking like it belonged in the cretaceous era. swallowing thickly, she sat down a bit away to continue observing him as he settled in the sand, mind tickled by a sense of danger that she hadn't felt in some time. what the hell was this crocodile?

MEANT TO DAMN YOU TO ETERNAL HELL.
ramona lingré of the pitt. -- borzoi.

credit @/teef