@lotusking
The Forest of Airaisal was a fascinating place, and considering how easy it was to get lost in it, following a creek seemed to be the best idea on how to find your way in and back. He’s explored much of the cities themselves in his previous kidnapping, and finds himself at a loss for what to do in day to day.
So he wanders next to the flowing water; a massive man with dark skin, short cut dark brown hair, in a blank tank top underneath thick blue overalls, tucked into military boots. Toting over his shoulder a small (well, small compared to himself) bag of art supplies and a sketchbook.
And eventually, knowing it takes time for things to settle in any forest, he sits next to the creek. Waiting patiently, basking in the breeze as all the insects and animals find their places again.
As he looks on over flowing and clear waters, there’s someone else across the stream that catches his eyes. Potemkin’s own are completely white--no indication of an iris or pupil--the individual across from him, almost looks like the reflective green of the water running below them.
