Nov 11, 2018
PokeDeities
He who wanders forever the world with his mother upon his back, damned to shed his eyes of water until the end of all life.
He whose madness of grief has grown to the point of assimilating death into himself, the bones of lost ones fused piece by piece into a beautifully composite armor against reality.
He whose gluttony leaves him to peace in a toxic smoke, too tired to ever leave his leafy bed of moltings that medicine men pick from for their hundred medical properties.