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CrossRoadArt- Bear (is writing Sloan shit)
@crossroadart.bsky.social
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A slumbering cryptid and artist of characters u shouldn’t like but worryingly do.
They/Them
No AI/ No NF🫖’s
🍁 https://www.patreon.com/crossroadart (if u want to feed the lurking shadow)
🍂 https://bio.link/crossroadart

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🐹🎶 Dip da dee da dee da doh doh🎶🐹
🐹🎶Da dee da dippy doh 🎶 🐹

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
The face of a deerbro, who is an ordinary himbo but for the small antlers growing out of his shaven sides and his deer like ears. Not much is going on behind those soft loving eyes, lucky bastard, just enough good warm feelings for whatever he is gazing at to inspire that contented goofy smile and the bloom of a blush.
November 18, 2025 at 2:00 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
Lights are on,
And to be fair, someone is home, but they’re playing the hamster dance really loudly and can’t hear you.

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
When people look up the word ‘himbo’ there’ll be a picture of this man, or something like him; whether or not the small antlers protruding from his shaven side and soft deer ears exclude him is your call, but in every other sense he fulfils the definition. Observe the way he sits, legs totally unpoised, one folded before him, the other behind, with his arms propping him up. This man is no threat, his beef cake physique might suggest the potential but with that body language, in nothing but gym shorts and socks, the thought of pouncing upon anyone has not crossed his mind, indeed not much has crossed his mind at all. Who knows what he is blushing up at to his right, with doughy eyes, a goofy smile and a vaguely crimped brow (because after all he’s always a little confused); some lovely being or perhaps a lot of good food? Whatever it is, he's interpreting it in soft feelings and warm colours since syllables are a little out of range. Indeed somewhere behind his giant tits there beats a heart of gold, Behind that stray hair falling over his forehead sits a nice spaciousness cranium, And the packaging speaks for itself. Very much the epitome of the deerbros I draw.
November 18, 2025 at 1:45 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
He has no idea how much he is startling the bird watchers.

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
This man is disgustingly pretty. Alarmingly even. What with the sharp jaw line and shoulders length the hair falling about the lines of his neck before his muscular shoulders. No one would blame you for being so startled by his very fey countenance that you resolved to hit him with your car; in fact you wouldn't be the first. It's not that he’s a bad man, he’s just not a very clever one, and hasn’t ever clocked that it's not that his antlers are making people assume he’s some roe buck, and thus startling them into a defensive reaction, but more the fact that he is neighked (forgive the spelling) and only confusing matters with his statuesque physique. When people give a police report on the adonis wondering through the woods, they won't even think to mention the doe ears, they never noticed them. Along side finding some clothes that do more for modesty that whatever that sarong is that he is currently tying around his waist, he might consider that when he looks through his brow at people with those come hither eyes, over that slightly rugged crook in his nose, he’s prompting a certain fight or flight response, and asking to eat a windscreen. Again.
November 10, 2025 at 5:24 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
It’s been awhile, but I still love these two.
#OCs #centaur
A bay centaur with the unbridled enthusiasm of an uncle, gleefully gallops across a flowery meadow under a blue sky. His arms are wide and his mouth is open is a joyous cry to the vast open grassy plains. Riding on his back is a squire, desperately hugging the centaur around waist in an attempt to hold on for dear life. The squire wears a small bit of chainmail over his shoulders, a blue cowl with the hood down, a cape, a red and blue surcoat over a pale grey thinny padded gambeson, trousers and boots. He is not a good rider. He is scared of horses and knows you should never ride centaurs regardless of what the centaur says. But there is no arguing with Rowan and absolutely no stopping him when he’s like this.
November 8, 2025 at 4:58 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
It’s hard when you’re a werewolf’s henchmen and your boss gets bored.

#Art #henchmensguide #OCs #werewolf #shapeshifter #fantasy #urbanfantasy #Sloan #TheoCopper
Theo roared out a furious and disgusted cry of ‘NO!’ As his werewolf boss shifted, took hold of him and licked him across the length of his face. His attempts to push her away and launch himself back and out of her grasp were futile. She was incredibly strong, her clawed hands engulfed the whole of his shoulders and dug into his hoodie, and her toothy maw was as big as his head. She was tall, over whelming, eldritch and taking far too much pleasure in making sport of her young henchmen. Still, Theo’s never been one to go down without an outraged fight, he’ll kick her in the thigh and repeatedly tell her she’s disgusting and that he hates her next, for what little good it would do.
September 15, 2025 at 7:24 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
Practicing…this…kind of build.
To keep myself entertained I design one off characters like this guy.

I got elvish prince, soon to inherit the throne vibes. Used to his siblings taking the piss behind his back;
these giggling humans however…

What story do u get from him?
#art #elves #fantasy #abs
An incredibly well built and toned elvish man, especially in the chest and torso, with Hector of Troy air about him. Despite his long tied back hair, woven tiara and even the fact that he is topless, he seems an incredibly stoic and square individual. Regal, totally humourless and the oldest brother who all takes all the responsibility. He’s absolutely no fun, though his younger siblings do still make their sport out of him when they think he’s out of earshot. Here he sits with his hands on his upper thighs and looks over his shoulder, both confused and deeply unimpressed at the humans giggling at him. He doesn't usually have to converse with humans, he has no idea what they're tittering at, but he knows it's an appalling way to treat a guest. Also it makes them look stupid. And makes him feel very self conscious.
September 9, 2025 at 7:25 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
41 hrs left to back this book about a pair of Gays in the wild🍃

As u can see, based on this commission I did for @noahhawthorne.bsky.social, it only went well.
But it’s ok, they have a dog.

It’s all backed, so get the rewards while u can 👀✨

#lgbtq #queerbooks

www.kickstarter.com/projects/noa...
A hand breaks through the waters in an explosion of silvery bubbles before it grips the arm of a drowning man. The submerged man took his rescuers arm back and immediately was drag toward the surface.
August 29, 2025 at 5:13 PM
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Page 31/31

Thanku so much 4 reading ❤️🦭
If u enjoyed this & would like 2 buy the whole comic, here’s my store
crossroadart.bigcartel.com

Or sub 2 my patreon & read the ending, plus get access more exclusive post.
I’m sure it won’t b weird & full of cryptids
www.patreon.com/c/crossroadart
The new day came and the sun was fresh and bright over the beach where Niamh stepped out of her skin and Morgan carefully watched how she did it. Shortly after she helped him wriggle and tug free of Odans pelt and for the first time in weeks Morgan saw his own legs again; they were covered in patterned brown spots to match those that covered his back and shoulders. Once he found his feet again Niamh hugged him to her side, to prevent his distraction, and holding Odan’s pelt to himself Morgan looked up the grass to where Niamh was pointing. Understanding her instruction he ran up the grass and returned to his cottage; the door was already open. Within stood Odan, wearing the woollen fishermen jumper, the woven sash, and waiting with his hand in pockets and a sombre expression on his face. Behind him the cottage looked warm and bright like it never had before. Morgan walked up to him, completely naked but well pass noticing, he held Odans pelt before himself when he stopped and, with parted lips, took in the state on his cottage. Behind him there was already some evidence of the change to the place in the abundance of food hanging in the warm morning light, and the mantle piece stacked with tins and boxes. Odan, noting Morgans diverted attention, gave the single room interior of the cottage a side long look, without much in the way of enthusiasm.
July 9, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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‘On The Rocks’
Page31/31

Last public page✨

Thanku to those that read, shared & commented❤️‍🔥. It was a joy to put this on Bluesky

Reminder u can buy the comic here
crossroadart.bigcartel.com

Or sub to my patreon & read the lot
www.patreon.com/c/crossroadart

#ontherocks #mermay #art #OCs #webcomic
The new day came and the sun was fresh and bright over the beach where Niamh stepped out of her skin and Morgan carefully watched how she did it. Shortly after she helped him wriggle and tug free of Odans pelt and for the first time in weeks Morgan saw his own legs again; they were covered in patterned brown spots to match those that covered his back and shoulders. Once he found his feet again Niamh hugged him to her side, to prevent his distraction, and holding Odan’s pelt to himself Morgan looked up the grass to where Niamh was pointing. Understanding her instruction he ran up the grass and returned to his cottage; the door was already open. Within stood Odan, wearing the woollen fishermen jumper, the woven sash, and waiting with his hand in pockets and a sombre expression on his face. Behind him the cottage looked warm and bright like it never had before. Morgan walked up to him, completely naked but well pass noticing, he held Odans pelt before himself when he stopped and, with parted lips, took in the state on his cottage. Behind him there was already some evidence of the change to the place in the abundance of food hanging in the warm morning light, and the mantle piece stacked with tins and boxes. Odan, noting Morgans diverted attention, gave the single room interior of the cottage a side long look, without much in the way of enthusiasm.
July 9, 2025 at 6:40 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
Thanku so much! I loved sharing it with everyone here 🥹❤️

It can b read digitally by $3 subscribers on my patreon,
www.patreon.com/c/crossroadart

& otherwise yeah, there’s the physical copy in my store.
crossroadart.bigcartel.com

(Picture taken by the wonderful @noahhawthorne.bsky.social )
The cover for my comic called ‘On The Rocks’, On it a small, thin, man is sinking in a curl of bubbles, down into the sea, weighed down by his wool jumper with his auburn hair floating in the aqua water. As he descends he looks out before him, with with bewildered regard at a large, dark brown, male selkie bull that is swimming by him, staring back with a stoic and mildly curious gaze.
July 7, 2025 at 9:19 PM
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Page 31/31 (part 31/31)

Thanku so much 4 reading ❤️🦭
If u enjoyed this & would like 2 buy the whole comic with the ending, here’s my store
crossroadart.bigcartel.com

Or sub 2 my patreon & read the whole thing, plus get access more exclusive post.
I’m sure it won’t b really weird & full of cryptids.
Morgan walked up to him, completely naked but well pass noticing, he held Odans pelt before himself when he stopped and, with parted lips, took in the state on his cottage. Behind him there was already some evidence of the change to the place in the abundance of food hanging in the warm morning light, and the mantle piece stacked with tins and boxes. Odan, noting Morgans diverted attention, gave the single room interior of the cottage a side long look, without much in the way of enthusiasm.
July 7, 2025 at 8:43 PM
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Within stood Odan, wearing the woollen fishermen jumper, the woven sash, and waiting with his hand in pockets and a sombre expression on his face. Behind him the cottage looked warm and bright like it never had before.
July 7, 2025 at 8:35 PM
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Page 31/31 (part 1/3)
The new day came and the sun was fresh and bright over the beach where Niamh stepped out of her skin and Morgan carefully watched how she did it. Shortly after she helped him wriggle and tug free of Odans pelt and for the first time in weeks Morgan saw his own legs again; they were covered in patterned brown spots to match those that covered his back and shoulders. Once he found his feet again Niamh hugged him to her side, to prevent his distraction, and holding Odan’s pelt to himself Morgan looked up the grass to where Niamh was pointing. Understanding her instruction he ran up the grass and returned to his cottage, the door was already open.
July 7, 2025 at 8:34 PM
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Page 31/31 (part 2/2)
Within stood Odan, wearing the woollen fishermen jumper, the woven sash, and waiting with his hand in pockets and a sombre expression on his face. Behind him the cottage looked warm and bright like it never had before. Morgan walked up to him, completely naked but well pass noticing, he held Odans pelt before himself when he stopped and, with parted lips, took in the state on his cottage. Behind him there was already some evidence of the change to the place in the abundance of food hanging in the warm morning light, and the mantle piece stacked with tins and boxes. Odan, noting Morgans diverted attention, gave the single room interior of the cottage a side long look, without much in the way of enthusiasm.
July 7, 2025 at 8:32 PM
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‘On The Rocks’
Page 31/31 (part 1/2)

Last public page✨

Thanku to those that read, shared & commented❤️‍🔥. It was a joy to put this on Bluesky.

Reminder u can buy the comic here,
crossroadart.bigcartel.com

Or sub to my patreon & read the lot🦭

#ontherocks #mermay #art #OCs #folklore #webcomic #comic
The new day came and the sun was fresh and bright over the beach where Niamh stepped out of her skin and Morgan carefully watched how she did it. Shortly after she helped him wriggle and tug free of Odans pelt and for the first time in weeks Morgan saw his own legs again; they were covered in patterned brown spots to match those that covered his back and shoulders. Once he found his feet again Niamh hugged him to her side, to prevent his distraction, and holding Odan’s pelt to himself Morgan looked up the grass to where Niamh was pointing. Understanding her instruction he ran up the grass and returned to his cottage, the door was already open.
July 7, 2025 at 8:31 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
Thank you! She’s my werewolf, her name’s Sloan and she’s the bane of my existence 😂
It’d started raining through the mist that Sloan stood in the thick of. It hadn’t yet sodden her wild black hair but thin rivers of water were already running down her face & naked body, marbling over her tattoos. She’s a tall woman, though it’s not apparent in this picture from her ribs up, outside of the impression given by the way she looks down on the frame with black eyes & condescending amusement. She raises 1 eyebrow, it’s a dark distinct shape against her pale grey skin, but still you’d nearly be forgiven for not catching the expression on her gaunt face, given the attention her tattoos draw. In the center of her chest is a heart being bitten into by a pair of fanged teeth & on the illustration of her own exposed ribs read the words ‘A-ți lua inima în dinți’. Down the length of her arm is a merman, he’s in a state of bliss & with his hand reaching south, out of frame, u can guess why. Meanwhile her collar bone reads the words ‘All the better to smell u with’. You are welcome to run.
July 5, 2025 at 9:47 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
see tits, post tits 🖤

#art #OCs #henchmensguide
A cleaned up sketch of a cunning, sinister looking woman, with a mane of wild black hair, & black & grey tattoos, from the neck down, in a style similar to 80’s punk rock and classic rock album art. Among the more note worthy tattoos r: An illustration of her ribs over her ribs, off the bottom of which hang some headphones and a cassette player. A fighting cockatrice on her belly. A illustration of her heart over her heart that is being bit into with the words ‘Îti iei inima în dinti’ scribed onto her ribs above it. The words ‘All the better to smell you with’ across her collarbone (she has a very distinct roman nose). & a merman masturbating on her bicep. She’s wearing only a pair of jeans, a pair of dark shades & a pair of leather wrist guards. One hand is in her pocket, the other is drinking a coffee to go with the words ‘Good Fucking Morning’ on it. She’s grinning darkly at the viewer with huge canine teeth before she takes a sip.
July 5, 2025 at 8:35 PM
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On the way back out the cottage Odan passed the last of the four trouble maker, now cleaning the new window that he had previously flung himself through in a bid to escape. He lent on a crutch, had bite marks on his hands and face, and looked terribly spooked by Odan’s presents. Odan did not pay him any heed either, rather taking the small boat by its rope handle and dragging it back to the coast. He walked out into the horizontal drain, dragging the repaired boat on the grass behind him where it left a watery trench. He returned it to the spot were it had been destroyed, on the turf ledge on the rocks that lead down to the beach when the tide was low. Once there he sat himself down on the sodden grass, wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and looked out to the cobalt grey sea. Rain ran down his face as he stared in a state of forlorn withdrawal. Some long while later it was still raining and the Odan heard the cottage door close. Looking over his shoulder he observed that the trawler men had finished paying their debts and where hobbling their way home. In their absent Odan picked himself up, collected up a good palm sided flat rock, and found himself some dinner in the form of angry little crabs. He took his harvest of crabs with him back to the cottage, and sitting in the doorway, with the glow of the fireplace behind him, he sat curled up in the blanket, eating smashed crabs and continuing to stare longingly out to see.
July 5, 2025 at 7:44 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
‘On The Rocks’
Page 30/31

How you doing there Odan?

Also holy shit, 2nd last public page.
Just a reminder, u can buy the comic here,
crossroadart.bigcartel.com

Or sub to my patreon & read the whole thing 🦭

#ontherocks #mermay #art #OCs #folklore #selkies #fantasy #webcomic #comic
On the way back out the cottage Odan passed the last of the four trouble maker, now cleaning the new window that he had previously flung himself through in a bid to escape. He lent on a crutch, had bite marks on his hands and face, and looked terribly spooked by Odan’s presents. Odan did not pay him any heed either, rather taking the small boat by its rope handle and dragging it back to the coast. He walked out into the horizontal drain, dragging the repaired boat on the grass behind him where it left a watery trench. He returned it to the spot were it had been destroyed, on the turf ledge on the rocks that lead down to the beach when the tide was low. Once there he sat himself down on the sodden grass, wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and looked out to the cobalt grey sea. Rain ran down his face as he stared in a state of forlorn withdrawal. Some long while later it was still raining and the Odan heard the cottage door close. Looking over his shoulder he observed that the trawler men had finished paying their debts and where hobbling their way home. In their absent Odan picked himself up, collected up a good palm sided flat rock, and found himself some dinner in the form of angry little crabs. He took his harvest of crabs with him back to the cottage, and sitting in the doorway, with the glow of the fireplace behind him, he sat curled up in the blanket, eating smashed crabs and continuing to stare longingly out to see.
July 5, 2025 at 7:43 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
Page 30/31 (part 2/2)
Some long while later it was still raining and the Odan heard the cottage door close. Looking over his shoulder he observed that the trawler men had finished paying their debts and where hobbling their way home. In their absent Odan picked himself up, collected up a good palm sided flat rock, and found himself some dinner in the form of angry little crabs. He took his harvest of crabs with him back to the cottage, and sitting in the doorway, with the glow of the fireplace behind him, he sat curled up in the blanket, eating smashed crabs and continuing to stare longingly out to see.
July 4, 2025 at 9:17 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
Page 30/31 (part 1/2)
On the way back out the cottage Odan passed the last of the four trouble maker, now cleaning the new window that he had previously flung himself through in a bid to escape. He lent on a crutch, had bite marks on his hands and face, and looked terribly spooked by Odan’s presents. Odan did not pay him any heed either, rather taking the small boat by its rope handle and dragging it back to the coast. He walked out into the horizontal drain, dragging the repaired boat on the grass behind him where it left a watery trench. He returned it to the spot were it had been destroyed, on the turf ledge on the rocks that lead down to the beach when the tide was low. Once there he sat himself down on the sodden grass, wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and looked out to the cobalt grey sea. Rain ran down his face as he stared in a state of forlorn withdrawal.
July 4, 2025 at 9:16 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
Page 30/31 (part 2/2)
Some long while later it was still raining and the Odan heard the cottage door close. Looking over his shoulder he observed that the trawler men had finished paying their debts and where hobbling their way home. In their absent Odan picked himself up, collected up a good palm sided flat rock, and found himself some dinner in the form of angry little crabs. He took his harvest of crabs with him back to the cottage, and sitting in the doorway, with the glow of the fireplace behind him, he sat curled up in the blanket, eating smashed crabs and continuing to stare longingly out to see.
July 4, 2025 at 9:14 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
‘On The Rocks’
Page 30/31 (part 1/2)

How you doing there Odan?

Also holy shit, 2nd last public page.
Just a reminder, u can buy the comic here,
crossroadart.bigcartel.com

Or sub to my patreon & read the whole thing 🦭

#ontherocks #mermay #art #OCs #folklore #selkies #fantasy #webcomic #comic
On the way back out the cottage Odan passed the last of the four trouble maker, now cleaning the new window that he had previously flung himself through in a bid to escape. He lent on a crutch, had bite marks on his hands and face, and looked terribly spooked by Odan’s presents. Odan did not pay him any heed either, rather taking the small boat by its rope handle and dragging it back to the coast. He walked out into the horizontal drain, dragging the repaired boat on the grass behind him where it left a watery trench. He returned it to the spot were it had been destroyed, on the turf ledge on the rocks that lead down to the beach when the tide was low. Once there he sat himself down on the sodden grass, wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and looked out to the cobalt grey sea. Rain ran down his face as he stared in a state of forlorn withdrawal.
July 4, 2025 at 9:12 PM
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Page 29/31
The village was having a slow day when Odan revisited it. He’d taken what was left of the boat a few days earlier to the local shipwright, who undoubtedly would have chalked Odan up as his most extraordinary client (which is saying something when ur regular clientele r sailors). Odan had picked it up the boat when the streets were very nearly bare, and took it with him to a local store. The shop was warm, dry and well stocked to the roof with an abundance of provisions and more or less everything Odanodan wanted. He collected bedding, and food, cookware and creature comforts, and put an abundance of coin that he’d been given in exchange for the shark he’d hunted some time ago on the counter. A small grey haired woman in specs was counting it out, while behind Odan their stood two young shop boys that had been told to help the large gentlemen, and thus held much of the abundant purchase and looked up at the huge bull and then too each other. On the walk home it started raining. Odanodan dragged the boat behind him, with the heaped goods within, as the deluge showered down upon him and puddled in the road. At the cottage a trawler that had been caught engaging in the attempted arsen of Morgan’s boat now sat bandage up and rethatching the roof. He was the first to see the selkie bull coming. He gave Odan a nervous look as he got back to work in the pouring sheet rain. Within the dwelling two more trawlers gave Odan a frightened look when he entered and deposited his purchase on the table One trawler had his arm in a sling, the other had a bandage across his face. They had both been cleaning out the fired place. The one stacking wood hoped that the selkie from their nightmares wouldn’t notice that all the wood had gotten damp. He probably wouldn’t, they’d never seen him use the fireplace. Odan however paid them no heed. Sopping wet and entirely consumed with his own thoughts he took one of the blanket, once he was done unloading, and went back out into the rain.
July 3, 2025 at 8:36 PM
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‘On The Rocks’
Page 29/31

I come back from shopping in this kinda mood too.

#ontherocks #mermay #art #OCs #folklore #selkies #fantasy #webcomic #comic
The village was having a slow day when Odan revisited it. He’d taken what was left of the boat a few days earlier to the local shipwright, who undoubtedly would have chalked Odan up as his most extraordinary client (which is saying something when ur regular clientele r sailors). Odan had picked it up the boat when the streets were very nearly bare, and took it with him to a local store. The shop was warm, dry and well stocked to the roof with an abundance of provisions and more or less everything Odanodan wanted. He collected bedding, and food, cookware and creature comforts, and put an abundance of coin that he’d been given in exchange for the shark he’d hunted some time ago on the counter. A small grey haired woman in specs was counting it out, while behind Odan their stood two young shop boys that had been told to help the large gentlemen, and thus held much of the abundant purchase and looked up at the huge bull and then too each other. On the walk home it started raining. Odanodan dragged the boat behind him, with the heaped goods within, as the deluge showered down upon him and puddled in the road. At the cottage a trawler that had been caught engaging in the attempted arsen of Morgan’s boat now sat bandage up and rethatching the roof. He was the first to see the selkie bull coming. He gave Odan a nervous look as he got back to work in the pouring sheet rain. Within the dwelling two more trawlers gave Odan a frightened look when he entered and deposited his purchase on the table One trawler had his arm in a sling, the other had a bandage across his face. They had both been cleaning out the fired place. The one stacking wood hoped that the selkie from their nightmares wouldn’t notice that all the wood had gotten damp. He probably wouldn’t, they’d never seen him use the fireplace. Odan however paid them no heed. Sopping wet and entirely consumed with his own thoughts he took one of the blanket, once he was done unloading, and went back out into the rain.
July 3, 2025 at 8:35 PM