@crimetimefox || Fantasia Starter
Despite the sudden... changes, he’d adapted to the situation pretty well. Turns out that after you’ve been dumped off into a new world once before, it loses it’s charm when it happens again.
The whole ‘having hair and flesh’ thing was pretty new. And itchy. And the whole mixed kingdoms thing with different creatures all fighting eachother, that was... something. At least the merfolk in his area seemed pleasant. Their singing was something nice to listen to, but even then he needed a fucking break from being around people.
Being near the border, there was a heightened aggression to the other kingdoms, but at least it was less populated, especially near the middle where the giant fuck-you tree stood. Thankfully, down by the river, it was relatively quiet, with the burble of the stream keeping it from that god-awful dead silence--
Splash.
Standing up suddenly at the sound of water being kicked around, a quick glance around told him all he needed to know.
“You!” More an exclamation of surprise. This whole place got turned upside down, and this guy was just here doing what?
The bastard animal was... floundering around in the water, a knife taped to a stick, stabbing wildly at any flicker of movement. Was he... hunting?