extreme caution was expected when cast-off to a strange island with equally stranger creatures; this he knew. but when decadent globes of fruit came into view ━━ hanging from a low canopy with an alluring scent ━━ caution had been carelessly tossed to winds. in reaching for the it, kurowli’s wrists and forearms were quickly bound by tenacious vines that pulled towards a ravenous bulb, blooming in a spew of foul gasses. spines even grew within its fleshy petals, or were those teeth ? he struggles to put up resistance, refusing to become this plant’s next meal, but his grip was slipping, and the vines were quite strong.
“ ━━ don’t just stand there, ” he growled at the sudden presence of a stranger, gold eyes narrowing into a dark look. a fairly rusted knife laid some feet away, caged in the skeletal hands of some unfortunate soul. tauntingly. “ move, or make yourself useful and throw that blade to me. ”
@epitaphriddle / foss island ( shore event sc. )
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