Ig I could start a random RP for those of us who've lost important RP characters

De Tearion: He stayed silent, circling around toward Danielle. He had suspected she would still smell him, but he didn’t mind too much. He loved stalking creatures, and he was curious what she would do.

De Tearion: Chirps, a bit flustered at being somewhat in a giant snake’s mouth. He then tucks in his legs so they wouldn’t be swinging everywhere, and inspects the inside of Danielle’s mouth, fascinated. Afterward, with a sly chuckle, he teleports, reappearing back in the trees and beginning to clean himself.

De Tearion: Chuckles, then holds onto a few branches with his legs and a lower arm, sliding so that he hung upside down. He points at Danielle. I will consider myself outwitted… for now. He snickers, then notices a strand of saliva in his hair and uses his upper pair of hands to wipe it off.

De Tearion: Watches Danielle shrink, intrigued. He then laughs at the comments. Aye, considerably shorter, yet also messier. He snorted when he found another strand of saliva in his hair, then spoke in a joking tone. Hair, my bane. He laughs, cleaning the strand and searching his hair for more.

De Tearion: Snorts in amusement, shaking his head. He then got an idea and pointed a finger at the ground near Danielle, a bolt of energy flying. The bolt blasted into the dirt, showering Danielle with soil and leaves. He laughs. Now we are equals.

De Tearion: Laughs, then chirps curiously when he’s magically cleaned. He then nimbly jumps down and proceeds to bury his feet in the dirt. I knew not that such magic existed, nor have I ever met a snake shapeshifter. ‘Tis fascinating.

De Tearion: Indeed. I only know of Fae because of you two. Otherwise, I have never heard of Fae and their relatives. Shrugs casually. Yet, I have lived on an island my entire life. ‘Tis unsurprising that my knowledge would be lacking in regard to things and creatures beyond my homeland.

De Tearion: A bit surprised by Danielle’s actions, looking around cautiously. I will never become accustomed to the thought that other worlds exist beyond my own. Shakes his head and sighs.

De Tearion: Snorts, unconvinced. I know not what the mainland of my home looks like. How can I become accustomed to something much different than that?

De Tearion: A nervous gleam enters his eyes. I am uncertain if I wish to even dare such a thing. When Sam says to follow her, he is relieved and gladly does so. Though her hint of ‘for now’ concerns him a bit.

De Tearion: Chuckles. ‘Tis not this world I am concerned of. Yet, that be another subject entirely. Despite the shock of all of this, I am truly fascinated.

(Thumbs-up. Lol)

De Tearion: Snorts. That be a relief. Yet, ‘tis not even them. ‘Tis memories, the nostalgia. I know not how I would react to being in the forests again, particularly without the distraction of the creatures within.

(Alright)

De Tearion: Notices the plot of land and his eyebrow rose in confusion. Illusion? On a haven?

De Tearion: Chirps in acknowledgment, even though that hadn’t been what he meant. He had never seen an illusion on a building… or a city… before. He looked around at Mercurial City, fascinated and a bit overwhelmed. The architecture alone was so different from what he knew.