Bring Me Home

The muscular brute managed to make his steps delicate as he walked into sacred land. The woods here were silent and pure, and they seemed to watch the man with friendly curiosity. Series Destruction moved carefully around the ivory tree limbs, ducking where his immense height made avoiding them difficult. His light golden gaze seemed to catch the familiar flicker of water in the distance, and he had been walking all day. His tongue felt dry, and he sought to quench it.

The shrine continued to watch in silence as Series approached it, licking his lips with anticipation. He briefly inspected the runes that decorated each stone, genuinely interested but unable to overlook his own thirst. The gentle brute finally reached the reflective pool, and he saw his own face in the ripple of the water. His image had been distorted slightly, but he could still make out the distinctive eye markings that made him a Destruction. The male smiled at himself before dipping his head to take a long drink. He of course had a lot of respect for this sacred shrine, but he knew that there would be no rule against drinking from the pool. It was here for everyone.

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