* / 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 : @easymagick
it was his CHARGE. vassal of carrion, man of rot and ruin. it was highly unpleasant to preen the feathers that decorated each inch of his body. better would be soft furs, and there was perhaps some envy for the magician’s coat, for it was tiresome, and he had grown negligent of the practice. petty matters. little of importance, when there was more to be done ; gone was smooth skin and soft hair, traded for a seat in the swamp of thorns, and a hand upon FATE.
❝ — not all of us have such luxury, ❞ he speaks softly, beaked jaw rotating in slight movement. turned from him, as beady eye stares upon the magician. ❝ i would take no trade. i know my PLACE. unlike others, i am satisfied to remain... ❞
oh, but there was no place for satisfaction in the hanged man’s heart.
