Wandering through a sewer. In search.

…!

Sparring against a humanoid construct made of green smog, mimicking the moves and form of one of Hirudo’s closest allies.

Loudly slurping up tree nectar through his arm, too caught up in his meal to notice the disturbed ninja. After a few minutes, he retracts the teeth around his wrist, satisfied and full.

Riding through the air on a cloud of gaseous swamp smog.

Wandering between swamps for a rarity, bringing the lessons and songs of one to the next. The starleech so loathes to be exposed, especially during a chilled time of year.

Sucking the nectar out of a tree. Through his arm-mouth.

Silently departing the husks of unappreciative visitors to the marshes, their bodies bisected and pulped as though severed by a water cutter. In time, these invaders shall nourish the land they refused to understand.

Holding a weak-looking crocodile in his arms. Hirudo’s ‘sleeve’ produces a set of teeth sprouted from the rim while the reptile is inattentive.

* Though, calling them fingers is quite a stretch…

Idling contently in murky swamp water.

Sat in meditation amongst the marshy depths of a swamp. He attunes himself to the rhythm of life within.

He, too, assumes Yuli’s demise after time apart.