"Wish I had brought some'a my shit with me. Could go for a bowl full'a crippler right about now."
He peeks down at the fox, or at least what little he can see if it as they are, and he smiles faintly. "That's real fuckin' nice, sis. Had a good artist." He glances at his own ink, his smile growing lopsided. "Ha, ain't nothin' spooky 'bout it after you get the context, but I guess I can see where you's comin' from. See, the bull, it's a fuckin' life source for the spirits. Ain't the only one, just one'a the most important. N' the snakes, that's Damballah, the Father, n' his wife Ayida-Weddo. It's...well. Dependin' what world you hailin' from, might'a heard'a vodou."
Rather than standing there in front of the fire, he gestures to one of the nearby tables, conspicuously abandoned, but once he sits down in one of the wobbly chairs and leans on the splintery table, it's a little more understandable.
"Grew up right up on the ocean, m'self. Island'a Haiti. Moved northward when I was real little, stayed right there on the water though. Moved somewhere steeped in lots'a magic that got all motherfuckin' applied to what we was livin' with. Technology, n' coffee shops, n' tattoo parlors with magic. Got my seahorse glitterin' from a fuckin' mage livin' there in the city. Damn good artist."
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He peeks down at the fox, or at least what little he can see if it as they are, and he smiles faintly. "That's real fuckin' nice, sis. Had a good artist." He glances at his own ink, his smile growing lopsided. "Ha, ain't nothin' spooky 'bout it after you get the context, but I guess I can see where you's comin' from. See, the bull, it's a fuckin' life source for the spirits. Ain't the only one, just one'a the most important. N' the snakes, that's Damballah, the Father, n' his wife Ayida-Weddo. It's...well. Dependin' what world you hailin' from, might'a heard'a vodou."
Rather than standing there in front of the fire, he gestures to one of the nearby tables, conspicuously abandoned, but once he sits down in one of the wobbly chairs and leans on the splintery table, it's a little more understandable.
"Grew up right up on the ocean, m'self. Island'a Haiti. Moved northward when I was real little, stayed right there on the water though. Moved somewhere steeped in lots'a magic that got all motherfuckin' applied to what we was livin' with. Technology, n' coffee shops, n' tattoo parlors with magic. Got my seahorse glitterin' from a fuckin' mage livin' there in the city. Damn good artist."