drag me under

Long legs pull the monochrome man through the strange, yet somehow familiar lands. Violet eyes scan his surrounds as memories attempt to surface like faces attempting to push up against thin gauze. It is maddening how close they feel yet he can never seem to grab ahold of them and it is a source of endless frustration for him. Sorcerer continues to roam in the hope that something will spark his memory and allow the floodgates to release the hidden information. The day warm so, when he finds a ravine carved into the earth, the man is happy to traverse down into the cool depth.

A river flows down in the rocky depths and Sore is happy to drink deeply from the cool liquid, sating his thirst and offering a nice respite from the world above. Lifting his head from the river, fat droplets of water drip lazily from his maw before a pink tongue slowly appears to lick them away. Purple eyes scan the muddy banks, searching for anything interesting in this hidden oasis. A dark form, streaked with purples and greens catches his wandering eye and the man cocks his head at the sad looking creature. From his vantage point, his body somewhat hidden behind a large rock, he allows his gaze to rove over the wolf’s form.

The stranger appears tall and his physic is not unlike his own. With a smirk, the man slowly moves toward the downtrodden form, lithe form walking with a distinct feminine twist of his hips. With a light, singsong voice, he calls, “What is a handsome place like you doing in a man like this?” A brow cocks as his eyes shine with unvoiced humor as he waits to see how his attempt at a joke lands with this oil slick of a wolf.


"Sorcerer Vyle-Klein"