|| starter for @seeasunset ||
The corpse made a dull sound when Pyke threw it into the sea with a kick, the swarm was not long in coming, claiming with their sharp teeth what was left of that poor soul. He then sat, silently looking at the snapjaws quickly turning its body into tiny pieces, like breaking a piece of bread with one's bare hands.
Another name off the list. However, the Buhru knew that wasn't enough. The Swimming city claimed more names. Especially that of the one he's been looking for so long. Roughly piercing the parchment with his harpoon, his hand quivered in frustration, unable to find his target. How could his senses fail him now?
As he was about to jump into the water, the smell of the living surpassed that of saltiness, the voices in his head screaming, ordering him to claim his life as Pyke walked toward the shore, noticing a unconcious man laying on the wet sand. Kneeling next to him, he poked his shoulder with the hilt of his harpoon.
«... Have we met? You look familiar...»
Pyke's ghostly and glowing eyes were set on him while he unrolled his List, the tip of his Harpoon starting to check a few names. He was there, yes. There was no doubt. He watched him die, he did nothing to save him from drowning. One of the thing the stranger could notice about him was his strong scent of salt, as if he just got out of the sea.
«... Your name...?»
