★ ; @jestingmagic wants to cause trouble on purpose. mood, tbh.
his darling mushroom kingdom, his beloved planet, is filled to the brim with flora and fauna of all shapes and sizes, from toads to koopas to crazee dayzees and everything in-between. whenever he thinks he’s seen everything, a new discovery comes to his inquisitive eye, leaving him gob-smacked and enthralled once again. every opportunity that is so generously given to him by the whims of fate is one taken with gratitude and gusto —— but this one feels... strange.
the benefits of star power boils down to sensory whilst dormant and pacified. as he comes ‘cross the shape of the jester in the dark of night, an intruder to his familiar forest maze, something tells him that things are amiss. a dark power, something that he cannot properly place, prods at him and leaves his joints locking. the great tribe of ancients are beings of purity and light, and their connection to the cosmos, reflected even to this day in merle’s tending to star kids, runs deep. he hasn’t a clue what a member of the tribe of darkness is supposed to be like, nor does he recognize their magic footprint. in the end, he just... does not know what to make of dimentio.
he approaches quietly, the only sounds being the crunch of leaves. intrigue leaves his red eyes a-glow in the shadows, leaving him quite noticeable. what are they doing? what... are they? he chooses to simply watch and wait from the bushes, easy to spot from the crimson light pinpricks through the shrubs.
