06-29-2018, 11:05 PM
Greed had never starved himself before, whether it was intentional or not. He didn't have to eat like a normal human, after all. But sometimes he did. Sometimes he wished for all the burdens of being human, because then he wouldn't feel so damn lonely. He felt like a monster, being created by some human with the desire of taking over the world with other artificial humans like him. But of course these were feelings he kept hidden from everyone. He pretended like he was fine with how he was, like it never bothered him.
He had been wandering around, searching for something to occupy his time. There wasn't much for him to do that was new or exciting, and while he enjoyed drinking and flirting, it got old sometimes. So he found himself walking with no destination in mind. It was relaxing, listening to the birds sing and the waves beat against the shore. The salty smell tickled his nose and his lips twitched. Then the scent suddenly changed.
His face contorts in disgust, his nostrils quickly overwhelmed with the sheer strength of it. He gags slightly and glances around for the source. After walking forward a few feet, he suddenly comes across it. A corpse, mangled and most of it missing. Jesus Christ. His head swinging around, he quickly spots Pincher and Caesar, then the paw-prints leading toward the log. It couldn't have possibly been-
Oh god. Greed looks down at the body again, still speechless despite the fact he had seen a lot worse in his time. This wasn't anything new to him, and yet he was still stunned. Maybe it was mostly because of who had done it.
"SPEECH"
He had been wandering around, searching for something to occupy his time. There wasn't much for him to do that was new or exciting, and while he enjoyed drinking and flirting, it got old sometimes. So he found himself walking with no destination in mind. It was relaxing, listening to the birds sing and the waves beat against the shore. The salty smell tickled his nose and his lips twitched. Then the scent suddenly changed.
His face contorts in disgust, his nostrils quickly overwhelmed with the sheer strength of it. He gags slightly and glances around for the source. After walking forward a few feet, he suddenly comes across it. A corpse, mangled and most of it missing. Jesus Christ. His head swinging around, he quickly spots Pincher and Caesar, then the paw-prints leading toward the log. It couldn't have possibly been-
Oh god. Greed looks down at the body again, still speechless despite the fact he had seen a lot worse in his time. This wasn't anything new to him, and yet he was still stunned. Maybe it was mostly because of who had done it.
"SPEECH"