“My dearest moon, it's been a century since we last saw each other. But I will never stop looking ... As long as I'm here.” He's just reminicing over his drinks.

And he's drinking, he managed to get a decent bottle of rum on a town he passed on during his quick trip to Rondon.

He definetly didn't just take a couple more trinkets for himself.

Is that? The same horned man from earlier? He just opted to transform into a hawk to not seem suspicious.

While taking care of his hair, he just looked at the night sky. Only hoping one day he can reunite with his moon.

ooc. c'mon now gang.............don't spread ai ""art"" shit.......

The apple that was handed to him was pretty tasty ...

“Just a means to an end.” He's firmly against hunting humans down, if someone already passed and cannot give a proper burial. “I do not desire for more cruelty, there's already enough in this world. I'm not looking to hunt either.”

“Ah, greetings dear traveller, don't mind me, I'm just having some substenance before I start getting weak. I will eat the apple in a minute.” He seemed like he didn't enjoy the flavor of the organs, specially the heart. Like it's just a means to an end.

He only mourns his companionship, but there he was in the lost woods, eating the organs of one of the bodies in there.

Seeing boths sides, no one on sight for at least a couple meters, now time for something he hates doing. Looking for dead bodies to eat their hearts.

Rise and shine everyone! The earth tells you hi.

He'd observe @mujuraofchaos.bsky.social at the distance, discretly, as a hawk.

// ehe

“I wonder ... What he'd think about me if he saw me now, I'm not the same he met millenium ago .... I'll just keep looking.” He said under his breath, adjusting his ponytail.

Well, his companion decided to stick with him, at least under a scarf. “Miss, I told you it was too cold outside.”

(💭 “The throne of ascension was a terrible idea ... But alas I cannot do much about it. I hate that at the end, he was right.”)

“It's understandable, there's also a bar nearby.”

He pulls out a wine bottle from his stash. “I'm pretty sure there's some wine on the church too.”

Time to drink! He's having some nice rum. —of course, exchanged with a poor tired bartender in some part of Europa.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ MARCOH, THE TAINTED SOUL.

Well, time to give his pet companion some deserved attention. “My bed is warm and I give you enough food I won't come back that late ...” is that a baby voice?

After 2 successful encounters, he just went to the door that takes to his home. “Uraeus you won't believe the day I've had!”

He takes the small journal carefully and looks at a few pages. “Mhm, seems I have a new read. It will suffice.” He takes out the other 2 volumes of the alchemillia. “Well, may the sun illuminate your path, dear traveller.”

(💭 “He reminds me of someone ... Huh.”)

A few claps. “I'm glad to hear it. Well, with that. May the sun blesses you with light over your path. Dear traveller.”

“I don't accept money, but I do accept knowledge. I'm a sucker for stories to be told, tales to be spread around. Enlightenment. So tell me.” Taking a drag from the pipe. Oddly emiting a warm aura, like sunlight itself. “Do you have anything that you have learned? Books read?”

He looks through his stash, pulling a short sword. Then offering it up to her. “Try using it.”

“Hmmm, I see, that may be the reason, maybe your presence is similar to the moon god, he has been only traces for centuries.” Medicine, poisons, everything can be used in a place like this. “Although the lighter the blue vial the more it can cure, partly from eliminating impurities.” a smile. (+)

“I see, are you clumsy, I have a short sword that may help you. I can give you a dagger if not.” Very understanding of the mental strain. “Although fire arms are a good option, it does need ammunition.”

“Hmm, I see, you're being stalked by the cat servant of the moon god. He's just the local boogeyman, and you don't look like a child to me ...” He takes a hard look, mask impeding from giving any distinct features. “His motivations are mostly unknown, it's honestly a miracle that he obeys his (+)

// he won't take the shirt he won't reveal he's an old god disguised but cannot get rid of the feathers

Do not ask him to take his shirt off ... He's shy 💦

“I see, a hunger for knowledge I see.” A quick drag from his pipe before exhaling the smoke far from the lady. “This place has seen some things, being affected by a huge empire does lead the people to have to inform others. I see your soul of the shadowed can take advantage of that. Sometimes (+)

“Aha, you'd be interested in my skin bibles, alchemillia on it's 3 volumes, recipes of the 15th century on both volumes. And the rings ...” He takes a hit to his tobacco filled pipe for a moment. “The ring helps to fight some affections due to it's magical properties. It helps a lot in battles.”

“I might say, I don't accept coin, you see, a really wise person said that knowledge is power. And I take that to heart.” Well he is very theatrical. And excentric. “So, dear traveller. Tell me, how many books have you read, anything you learned from those?”

“Oh! I don't think I have seen you before, take a look, I have powerful rings, books, weapons, elixirs!” Well, the stranger is very theatrical .....

“You! Dear traveller, I have stuff to offer up. Waltz in.”

(💭 “I will never stop looking for you, even in the end of this world.”) Drag from his pipe.

// I have muse for this idiot

➛ 𝐎' 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 ➛ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 ➛ 𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. ( 𝘭𝘪𝘵. 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 & 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝘰𝘤. 𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚. ) ( #mvrp / #fearandhungerrp / #fungerrp / #fahrp / #horrorrp )

// might rewrite some stuff while I work on the redesign (aka the anatomy stuff i made last year is now bothering me)