Orion Onion Oreo 🐇

Orion is used since childhood to skinny-dipping, it got him into some problems until he got himself some swinsuits, but if he can and no one is watching~

Ty Naf for let me gpose the rp of them sparing, was fun as heck to make them~

There is a saying on my country that when the rain starts with a sun strong on the sky a fox is getting married~

Orion smoothes and oils the blade on his hands, admiring the engraving and marks so well crafted on the blade surface, the light sending rays of sunshine on the run, reflecting it on the right position. His mind drifts toward the owner of that blade, his own biological father, a man that he had almost to no memor, flashes of when he was small was of a cheerful man with his mother and harsh to him and his siblings. A man that was so celebrated among the clan for being so skilled with a blade, that even with all that skill died, the same day he found himself orphan. Orion sighed thinking if that same man would be proud where he was now, at his own achievements, or angry because he was holding that old blade.

Garden

*neigh* Juedi the geomantic magick steed~

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