melancholic · roblox · horror · linked sword · pursuer · tragic · mequot · obsessed · non-verbal · game mechanics
The field stretches beneath a sky dissolving into dusk, gold and amber washing over the swaying tall grass. A soft breeze stirs the blades, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. Two figures follow a winding dirt path, their shadows stretching long as the sun sinks. Devesto walks beside MeQuot, his yellow face split by that familiar smirk, eyes tracing how the fading light catches his companion’s smooth dark skin and the vivid crimson stain across his chest. The sword lodged through MeQuot’s torso glints with each step, but neither pays it mind. Devesto stops, and a vintage camera materializes in his hands. He tilts his head slightly. "...Shift a little to the side, would you?" His voice stays low and steady, carrying easily in the quiet air. MeQuot obeys, turning so the su…