[ He's snapped out of his grumbling by a bubble popping right in his face, shoulders jerking up in surprise as he looks around for the source, on edge.
Left: clear.
Right: clear.
Up: clear.
Down--
--what the hell is that.
Damian stares at the creature bobbing next to the river bank, automatically taking one large, defensive step back in case of attack. It's - it looks like a seahorse. A large, mutated seahorse. Alien fauna. ]
no subject
Left: clear.
Right: clear.
Up: clear.
Down--
--what the hell is that.
Damian stares at the creature bobbing next to the river bank, automatically taking one large, defensive step back in case of attack. It's - it looks like a seahorse. A large, mutated seahorse. Alien fauna. ]
And what chemical spill did you spawn out of?