Osozo
They are so lucky, it is nearly unbelievable. A path out of the tunnels is known to them, injected along with so much other information, and already they have stumbled upon a person. But not just any person, oh no. A bright one, a brother, a subject of interest. Osozo is not made to be quiet, but they are made to be clever, to observe before interacting, and that is a skill they employ here, watching the rocks be shuffled, then returned back to their previous position. How curious.
Striding forward with purpose, Osozo says nothing, makes nearly no sound until they are directly before Sam, their hair a bright white shock, eyes a toxic green. "Hello." The greeting is crooned out, Osozo leaning in as it's said, looking over Sam up close, appraising him as if he were a piece of meat, laid out by a butcher.
Striding forward with purpose, Osozo says nothing, makes nearly no sound until they are directly before Sam, their hair a bright white shock, eyes a toxic green. "Hello." The greeting is crooned out, Osozo leaning in as it's said, looking over Sam up close, appraising him as if he were a piece of meat, laid out by a butcher.
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