#iwtv#interview with the vampire#amc tvl#sam reid#jacob anderson
seen from Malaysia
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this is overwatch canon
bonus: jack’s response
His cotton pants are rolled up past the knee and he's wading through the water, humming lightly as he flicks a pole with shiny string out into the water past the rocks. Doesn't think he'll catch anything out here, but... fishing is calming, comforting, and he likes the wind and waves.
The moray has a love/hate relationship with anglers. On one side the warm blooded opportunists are stealing his food supply for fun and leisure, usually leaving behind piles of garbage and generally wrecking the landscape. On the other hand they make his life that much easier. If he gets to them on time. By snatching up hooked prey on the fly and scoring easy meals.
Hopefully this day sees a whole lot of option two.
He’ll swim up as close as he’s able to, using shadows and rocks and the like in an attempt to remain hidden away, and he’ll wait. Until...
Ah those poor unsuspecting bastards.
Fish and human alike.
Looks like the air-sucker’s caught a big one today. Tasty. And all his. Just as soon as he’s done yanking that line and fishing out that hook...
boops his nose [for normal or mer]
She’s going to have a snickering, nibbling moray on her hands if she keeps this up.
But, please oh please keep it up.
If anyone else is so inclined to take advantage of the month of May being what it is, a certain moray is waiting to accept messages sent his way.
Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.
Much.
Sun, waves, peace and quiet, along with a copious amount of luxurious foods and drink served on the deck of her massive yacht - yeah, that was a vacation worthy of a queen. Her crew below deck, the woman was quite pleased to enjoy the sunset all by herself with a glass of champagne in hand.
Not a secret to the world, they are a reclusive race, but hardly aggressive unless provoked. They’d cross paths with divers and swimmers, leisure craft wayfarers and the like without so much as a wave or nod acknowledging their existence.
Always so loud. Always so pompous. Humans were an entitled lot that the moray avoided for the most part. But given the location of his lair and general territory, that being smack dab in some popular tourist attraction, he had little choice but to make nice to make peace.
And besides, photo ops and trinket trading kept him fed and safe. Mostly.
But it had been quiet for the past few days as a large yacht passed through and anchored nearby. Scaring off the usual tourists or money playing a part in clearing out the space, the moray only assumes, caring very little and almost grateful for a moment’s respite. Which left him bored after the second day and curious enough to start watching the activities bustling about the vessel.
On the fifth day of partying and lunging about, he had had enough, and hungry he’ll make his presence known. Swimming up to the ship he paws about, looking for a means to further investigate, or at the very least grab a human’s attention.
To shoo them away, naturally.
Good morning! #MoreYes #MoreLife #MoreEverything #ItWorks
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