Jun 8, 2014
A Multitude of Ryous started following you
The swamp was drawing people to it almost faster than Bakura knew what to do with. But not just any people so it seemed. People who shared a face with the Swamp's guardian himself. It delighted Bakura, the chance to investigate a hidden meaning behind this association.
He followed each one a small way, the spongy ground swallowing the sounds of his footsteps. When he'd watched enough he approached openly and empty-handed, a bounce in his step and a knowing smirk on his clay-paint covered lips. "Greetings."
