if the man had the vocal ability to purr, he'd have trembled the world into earthquakes. he was in all ways very content. he had no threatening enemies, no bitching women following him. no worries. father odin had certainly been very kind to him of late. and so, seeing as how the gods were surely on his side, he decided it a good time to travel.
he'd arrived at a long since dried up river bed, rounded off as perhaps being the source. dainty, dark tin toes grabbed at the sand and to his delight found simple joy. he'd always loved the feel of sand and mud, so soft and liable to suck you in before cradling you like a newborn babe. but as bicolored spectacles found he was unexpectedly not alone, a sly grin played mischievously over his pencilled lips. feels wonderful, does it not?
!! jae wears a full deer carcass (excluding legs) draped over himself
