wakey wakey, baitboy

Tide · 10-02-2024, 03:04 PM

The kings of fucking around, the kings of finding out. While Davey's sleep had been dreamless, Tide's was less comforting. Nightmares of the sturgeon haunted him thoroughly, the encounter shaking him more than he'd admit to. Inseparable as they were, Tide doesn't find much comfort in Davey's rude awakening in the red dawn. Blearily rubbing at his eyes and stumbling from their home, carefully picking their way over the strewn branches and various overturned refuse among their home.

Descending towards the strange, yawning maw, Tide's eyes go wide. Spires like teeth break through the earth, reaching up and out towards the sky. It's an imposing picture, a weight that rests deep in his chest. In his bones. In his guts. There's a lot to process here, though he boldly approaches on of the spires. Pressing into it with his nose, tapping it with his paw. The surfaces are weathered, worn smooth by what seemed like endless seasons. "What the fuck are these?" Tide looks to his brother for answers, brow furrowing. It's all strange. Very strange indeed.

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wakey wakey, baitboy

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