3/31/2025, 11:35 PM
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The boy who sense of smell was akin to sight noticed quickly. The lakes; who's waters edge he made a point to avoid ─ he had not been taught to swim; stunk. Its color changed too, the one in his minds eye, it was darker now, swirling in angry churning patterns that coiled in on themselves like a pit of snakes. Like the souls in the underworld that had been trapped in the waters - the colors reached and tugged for him, wanting to drag him under. Desperate to drag him under.
Achlys' blank face pointed distinctly at the churning murky mass shoulders and back hunched ─ but the child was not afraid. Instead he chuckled, something dark and sinister head pivoting eerily almost unnaturally over his shoulder, blinking empty sockets before giving a soft wuff. Mama was not far, he had already stirred her and drug her along to investigate when he felt the tug that something was off. While he waited for her, he would turn back to the water, which lapped just at his ebony paws. Ears came forward, giving a curious tilt of his head before reaching down to scoop up a lap of the strange liquid.
Quickly Achlys back peddled, stumbling backwards and tripping toppling himself over onto his back as a fire ignited within his core. And then he laughed more as his mouth began to tingle and his stomach churned. Little masochist that he was. He giggles as he props himself back up, stomping his paws against the ground ❝ Silly, I just got here you can't take me back yet! ❞ he insists. ❝ Buuut, I guess I can come for a visit!! ❞ and with that the boy would bolt for the water.
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The boy who sense of smell was akin to sight noticed quickly. The lakes; who's waters edge he made a point to avoid ─ he had not been taught to swim; stunk. Its color changed too, the one in his minds eye, it was darker now, swirling in angry churning patterns that coiled in on themselves like a pit of snakes. Like the souls in the underworld that had been trapped in the waters - the colors reached and tugged for him, wanting to drag him under. Desperate to drag him under.
Achlys' blank face pointed distinctly at the churning murky mass shoulders and back hunched ─ but the child was not afraid. Instead he chuckled, something dark and sinister head pivoting eerily almost unnaturally over his shoulder, blinking empty sockets before giving a soft wuff. Mama was not far, he had already stirred her and drug her along to investigate when he felt the tug that something was off. While he waited for her, he would turn back to the water, which lapped just at his ebony paws. Ears came forward, giving a curious tilt of his head before reaching down to scoop up a lap of the strange liquid.
Quickly Achlys back peddled, stumbling backwards and tripping toppling himself over onto his back as a fire ignited within his core. And then he laughed more as his mouth began to tingle and his stomach churned. Little masochist that he was. He giggles as he props himself back up, stomping his paws against the ground ❝ Silly, I just got here you can't take me back yet! ❞ he insists. ❝ Buuut, I guess I can come for a visit!! ❞ and with that the boy would bolt for the water.
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