[Ah, so that's what it's called. The purple haired nomad turned god of death closes his eyes and searches through the life energy for such a creature. There are some things that shouldn't be sent through a rift and anything living that goes through it is a risk.
A breeze lifts the ends of hair and the tails of his headband, but he himself isn't breathing. He doesn't need to. His eyes open and points with his hand.]
Is that him?
[He doesn't open his eyes yet to see what he's pointing to. He just knows that something's alive behind one of the pods.]
[action] You might be right. XD
A breeze lifts the ends of hair and the tails of his headband, but he himself isn't breathing. He doesn't need to. His eyes open and points with his hand.]
Is that him?
[He doesn't open his eyes yet to see what he's pointing to. He just knows that something's alive behind one of the pods.]