12-25-2022, 11:05 PM
Liqueor's skull was not a mask. It was his genuine skull, if you cracked it he was fucked. He came to look that way through family trauma that he would rather not talk about. It didn't matter anyway, he was living his best life. He embraced what he was, and that made his life so much easier.
His large figure was not easily hidden as he walked, following the trail of a scent he'd remembered from when he first came across this place. He continued until he saw the hellhound staring at... something in the waters. Perhaps he knew, and he was just playing dumb, but he waltzed over next to the hound and stared into the waters. He only saw himself. "What do you see that's so important? I only see myself and you." He rumbled, sitting down next to Solsken.
His large figure was not easily hidden as he walked, following the trail of a scent he'd remembered from when he first came across this place. He continued until he saw the hellhound staring at... something in the waters. Perhaps he knew, and he was just playing dumb, but he waltzed over next to the hound and stared into the waters. He only saw himself. "What do you see that's so important? I only see myself and you." He rumbled, sitting down next to Solsken.
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" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗