It's only forever, not long at all.

RUMPELSTILTSKIN This stranger to these lands was quickly becoming aware of each place, each very unique and of course delightful in their own way. What was even more amusing than the lands themselves were the ones it drew toward them, every persona favored certain places; some easy to detect while others quite unique. This place here was more wide open much like previously encountered lands, rough and rugged terrain splattered with dry or dampened brush as it stood now in such a season. The rain had kept at bay for most of this day with only light showers, though Rum was certain a storm was brewing and it would be a nasty little bugger. Foothills covered with delicate cave systems intricately wound throughout the smooth stone yet something was indeed odd a tingling in his nostrils, oh yes something was about this atmosphere. Plagued with a scent oh what was it? Perhaps it was those damned lovely poppy's that always appeared in clusters and lets be honest many quite lost their damn minds which was even more hysterical. This place would be amusing if he was to cross another, his odd actions would certainly lead others to believe it was the high and not himself. What a better place to read another! Such a place was grand for many would allow their thoughts to float and bodies to relax where in all aspects truth would come forth. The battle worn horns shifted on top of the hefty skull as bewitching eyes gazed upon the quite darkened terrain. Thunder began to ripple across those endless grey skies, as clouds formed masses ties and embodiment of Gods one could say. The porcelain hooves continuing their drunken waltz as he usually did, prowling about the land and noting every detail one could. Rain or storms was no fright to such a devil in fact it was always endearing to watch such power mold from thin air and destroy the Earth below without hesitation. A playful smirk spread wide over velvet lips as the leonine tail flicked this way and that, those blades gently slicing through the air without care or so it seemed. The spikes along his spine slithered with the every movement as the opium made the demon's head tingle more and more with each long inhale and exhale. Rum was usually able to mind himself under intoxication, perhaps a bit more so than sober which is odd in itself. Word count: 407. Notes: It had to be where they would be out of their comfort zone. xD Tag: @Kiada you will always be fond of me I represent all of the sins you never had the courage to commit

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