INTO THE UNKNOWN

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Some Sheep
WHERE: The Beach (and beyond??)
WHEN: TBD

[IT'S A (probably) NICE DAY AT THE BEACH. YOU COULD BE DOING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. LOUNGING. HUNTING. FRIENDSHIP. COURTING??

But you're here instead. The sea seems relatively calm today, though you can see the wall of mist far, far in the distance still. Well, surely this won't go sour. Better get any last minute prep done!]

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[finalbows]

[ 🥴 >tfw you focus your efforts on providing cover fire for leelroy jenkins and Nadeko hands you a big ol' roll of 1 for your hubris ]

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[finalbows]

<sub>[ angel devil knows from experience, and experience, and experience what mortal wounds feel like. his magic is powerful. but even if he were at the height of his power before being spirited away to the pasture,

there's not really a lot even he can do about a sudden yawning lack of an esophagus.



besides one thing. ]</sub>

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[finalbows]

<sub>[ in a burst of purple-and-blue light and strange, alien sigils, he pours every ounce he has left of magic

not into trying to save his own life, but

into tossing his body, this sole thing he has clawed for in this life more than any other, far and away in space from this place, to anywhere it can go besides right in the middle of a feeding frenzy.

despite himself,
he tries to search out Muffin's face in the moments before

and then he's gone. ]</sub>

[electricflock]

[there's blood in the water around Muffin— mortal red, not black shadows. he'd electrified the water, but a shark's frenzied momentum had carried it straight through.

he turns at the flash of purple-and-blue light, fighting free of his attacker's jaws,

but the spell is cast.]