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"You and your wicked walk
just you and your wicked walk
and me

Dear pointy boots
come steal my legs
get get me forward doorward
gas station shades
conceal my face
let let me slide out hide out"
Wicked Walk - The Matches

A quiet moment of reflection, Jormungander chose to spend letting cool
waves of air roll over his body. He could smell the decay in the wind. He
could smell the blackness and ash that swirled in the hearts of all Warriors,
of all the Legion. A smile pricked at the corner of his lips as he stared forward
into the fog, thinking of what direction to go next. The moment was, however,
interrupted with a piercing cry - "BLECH!" and he had only a half a second to
see a blur of blue and buckskin come flying at him. With no time to process,
the desert stallion connected with him as a slight "oof" escaped his mouth. His
brain swirled, at the edges of blacking out, but Jorg could have sworn he heard
a voice nearby saying "Dear god, Spite, don't just SIT on him, DO SOMETHING."

Spitebomb

Stat Count:
RealmWar Tracker
+7

Realm War: Level 2, Prompt
"A member (or two!) of the opposite army happens upon you! What do you do?"
4021 | Jormungandr
4800 | Rainbow Spite © Fade--Touched
Characters & Art © Winzer
Reference//Stock: None

Description

"You and your wicked walk
just you and your wicked walk
and me

Dear pointy boots
come steal my legs
get get me forward doorward
gas station shades
conceal my face
let let me slide out hide out"
Wicked Walk - The Matches

A quiet moment of reflection, Jormungander chose to spend letting cool
waves of air roll over his body. He could smell the decay in the wind. He
could smell the blackness and ash that swirled in the hearts of all Warriors,
of all the Legion. A smile pricked at the corner of his lips as he stared forward
into the fog, thinking of what direction to go next. The moment was, however,
interrupted with a piercing cry - "BLECH!" and he had only a half a second to
see a blur of blue and buckskin come flying at him. With no time to process,
the desert stallion connected with him as a slight "oof" escaped his mouth. His
brain swirled, at the edges of blacking out, but Jorg could have sworn he heard
a voice nearby saying "Dear god, Spite, don't just SIT on him, DO SOMETHING."

Spitebomb

Stat Count:
RealmWar Tracker
+7

Realm War: Level 2, Prompt
"A member (or two!) of the opposite army happens upon you! What do you do?"
4021 | Jormungandr
4800 | Rainbow Spite © Fade--Touched
Characters & Art © Winzer
Reference//Stock: None