06-14-2017, 05:26 PM
The run through knee-deep waters and plantlife was growing tiring, even to the well traveled vagabond. Instead of sloshing straight towards Dust, he turned a bit northward. He looked over his shoulder, almost feeling the presence of someone else… but no, it seemed no one was there.
Takezo trudged through the wet floodlands towards higher, dryer ground. He was still singing his haunting, jaunty tune on repeat. He had not been too far into the floodlands, making it easy to slosh his way onto the unwitting shoreline. He took a very brief moment to ring out some of the water of his pants legs, chuckling while he does. "I feel sorry for the poor bastards that wind up any deeper..."
With that, he treks forward, his pace quickly renewed.
Takezo trudged through the wet floodlands towards higher, dryer ground. He was still singing his haunting, jaunty tune on repeat. He had not been too far into the floodlands, making it easy to slosh his way onto the unwitting shoreline. He took a very brief moment to ring out some of the water of his pants legs, chuckling while he does. "I feel sorry for the poor bastards that wind up any deeper..."
With that, he treks forward, his pace quickly renewed.
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