When You're Strange

“Anything and everything Cher.” He purred in response to  Ashmedai’s first question as they carried on together through the swamp. The slate male challenged him to come up with a better name and the serpent king grinned to himself.  “Well alright then Bluebird. ” He chimed. They moved deeper and deeper into the swamp and just as he asked what had brought him to the swamp they arrived at his den.  “Why, I live here Bluebird.” He chimed and leapt onto one of the large rocks he had painted strange figures into with deep ruby berries. The path leading to the large white barked tree was a stone staircase, the corners of which were adorned with painted skulls of various animals like raccoons and opossums. He shook the muck from his fur and climbed further to give the other male enough space to join him on the dry rocks that had been warmed by the bright Spring sun. “Goan Bluebird, hop on up” He said and laid down on the shelf he had chosen, making himself comfortable. "¿əɥ ʇˌusı ʎʇsɐʇ ɹəɥʇɐɹ ʞooๅ oʇ ɓuıʇɹɐʇs sˌəH" Erzulie purred in his mind, and he found himself needing to clear his throat to regain his concentration.

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