clean off he raised his hand his own eyes looking as dead as this thing. Rot and scabs over taking the stubborn gnarled meat that hung from this creature after its jaw had been removed. "Too easy?" He wondered. Surley this thing had more in it, and just what was it?

this? Was this common here? All questions that fell out of his mind as soon as she muttered 'annihilation' his eye lids lowered to slits, he could feel each surging beat of his heart, and he could feel this thing, nothing. No heart beat, dead, "rotting...." He could help as Wislawa ripped the jaw--

He was simply trusting her and her hunter intel. His footsteps were just as silent as he tended to be. He simply observed. She really did seem to have things well in hand.

His ears did twitch though when he heard the pervasive groaning. What he didn't expect was this amalgamation. What was--

to it. Fungus grew quickly around the rotting walls making make shift doors for the two of them, "Conveyance." He smiled

He watched his prospective partner break a bat to make steaks. She was certainly his polar opposite. Maybe that was good though.

He would help. It was clear she was fine on her own but he was rusty and she could be 'more fine' with him around.

He raised his hand. The rusty walls reacting --

He was used to the pressure of rips, but Wislawas was more chaotic not as structured. The scene stung his eyes. He knew how this worked though. He'd have to get used to it.

On the other side he coughed a few times emptying his lungs of, glitter? Sand? It was hard to tell

"Unique." --

a test. He had to see if they were compatible. "Get em." He said simply.

statement about him falling in love with her, "Don't worry about that." He waved driving down the road still following the ever moving shadow. His focus was laser targeted. He stopped a few miles down the road when it became clear the moving shadow had finally noticed them. This part was more of--

"Ugh..." He grimaced patting the front seat after retrieving the soul glass. Indicating he wanted her to sit up front with him. He started up the car and started driving. "yes." He said simply in regards to her asking if he was doing this for her. However he quickly rolled his eyes at her whole--

figure at the forest edge. "That..." He huffed, "For you." He admitted pulling a large empty soul glass from his bag. The implication being he was going to capture this soul for her

He threw his head back into the head rest and reached for a soul glass in his bag and tossed it to Wislawa. "Don't do that." He huffed however he didn't seem all that mad after awhile more just kind of happy to see her. He handed her the binoculars back to Wislawa and pointed at the moving --

"A la mierda con tu madre!!!!" *Fuck your mother* he shouted juggling his notebook in his hand in a panic. He almost shot a necrotic bolt across the car until he realized who it was. He clencned his chest breathing hard. "when?" He looked around the car, he was sure he locked all the door--

enough presence to probably have a large soul. Enough to fill the rest of his soul glass. He put the binoculars down and started to scribble in his note book before pulling out a pop tart and crunching into it. "Okay." He said aloud, "This just be were it hunts." He spoke in Spanish to no one

he had been collecting them for Wislawa. She hadn't asked him to do it but this gave him a sense of purpose. He pulled out a pair of binoculars and cranked the dial to zoom in on a lumbering figure at the forest edge. He had been stalking this thing for awhile now. It seemed to have a large--