|| @spacewrought closed rp ||
Was there a reason to return to Iceberg Isle? Not currently, as much as he enjoyed terrorizing the place, too much of the same could become stale, boring, it was better to let them rest easy for a while, regain his energies and then go beat up a wolf and an owl.
For now, his travels had netted him in warmer seas, full of sharks, too! It was a treat, to say the least, despite how strangely red the ocean became, despite the amount of strange creatures he saw.
Calmly, he strolled through the sea of stars, taking a long drag out of his cigarette before exhaling, relaxed, upon scanning the area, one small thing, or being, caught his eye, a woman clad in white with splashes of a pink-ish red, he remembers her, somehow, he’d managed to do a good deed by following his hobby, just beating up a shark and saving her life. He had admittedly not expected her to survive, despite him taking her to the safest spot an eye-ridden ocean could have.
As he finally approached, he called out. “I’m surprised you survived.” He thought she would’ve bled out, perhaps someone else went to her aid? He didn’t know, and honestly, he didn’t care, she was alive and that was the point, in the end.












