they.
the weight of memory has him haunted enough that he fails to clock the approach of @TheSGT_, fails to hear footsteps in the torn earth that he stands upon, shoulders tense and eyes seeing memories only he is privacy to.
injuries sustained in a battle that has long since moved on.
the priest-king finds his nose wrinkling in distaste as the guilt of recollection washes over him. this is not his world, no, but he can almost hear the screams of his men on the wind, so burned into his memory are +
remarkably, what he feels now; a sort of ambient assurance that he is in no danger.
a rarity for Anduin.
he is not yet aware of the presence he's so at ease with, not aware that he is about to meet a creator god. no animosity will greet @Great_Briliance. +
shadowed by a hood that he has draw over his head.
not that that makes him look any less out of place as he approaches @alcoholicfurry's bar.
“ I'm sorry, is this. . . ” a pause to clear his throat. “ Does this building offer bed? A place to rest? ”
*obviously. +
@oftheazora ooc.
note: this is kind of long, please don't feel pressured to match length!!!! I like the horizon world enough to Big Think about it and its complexity
ooc.
I want to do a deep follower cleanse but naturally twitter is broken and won't bring up my follower list
nevertheless I did clear some people out so congrats if you're still here, you get the achievement of having acknowledged my existence often enough for me to keep you