#sicklyvulture

[mirdania]

sicklyvulture reblogged your post and added:

is this it

Yup :/

[ivakir]

☺

radish, because Inchworm is small, but spicy.

[platonicallyinlovewithtrees]

Pride and sloth!

“Pride: a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about” Vessel is extremely proud of his skills as a Black Thumb, and he is indeed very good at it. He’ll make a scene if somebody doubts his repair, though.

“Sloth: a headcanon about something your character hates to do or simply hates in general” Velours hates sleeping alone, or on the ground. If possible (and he knows how to make it possible *wink wonk*) he’ll sleep in a bed with somebody/ies to keep him warm.

[ivakir]

💖

- Because of his behavior he reminds me a small evil lizard that was unjustly abandoned. It’s sad, but I find it pretty cute. Also he has wonderful blue eyes. Like a sky.

[spoke-of-the-citadel-blog]

Spoke hear the yelling and chanting that could only have one explanation in the Citadel. War boys were fighting. He sighed and headed towards the commotion pushing past the crows of boys to the clearing where two at the center of the trouble were. Spoke waited a moment to find an opening before lifting the one closest to him like a potato sack.

[droptherocks-blog]

> sicklyvulture

War boys.

It wasn’t often that Sawyer saw them; a good bit of the land in between the canyon and the Citadel was buzzard territory, and anyone in their good senses didn’t willingly provoke them for no reason, and so he seldom felt the need to travel that far. But once supplies were beginning to wear too thin for his liking, he and a select few set out on one of the desert paths that dodged just outside of the spiky little devils’ borders.

Now, parked at a camp of the Wretched a few miles out from the Citadel, he’s forced to see them; ghostly white, half dressed, mad in the eyes. Sawyer feels an underlying guilt with the way his skin crawls at the sight; guilt that he should be so unsettled by someone who knew nothing else, and in all ways, someone who was being used.

But regardless of the chief’s feelings, he knows the war boys have engineers and metal workers among their ranks, and tools in particular are something the Rock Riders are in need of. He waits patiently, watching for a war boy that doesn’t snarl at him as they walk past. When Sawyer finds his target, he speaks up.

“--------You. Stop for a bit?″