06-06-2020, 01:53 PM
cw: insects, parasites, & gore.
JUST BENEATH THE SKIN LIES PESTILENCE AND ROT.
Saliva dripped from his gore-smeared lips, as his orange eyes scanned over the panther before him. For a moment, he'd thought he had seen Kydobi, but no,this stranger smelled like bog and wet and rot, like that kitten who had torn into his little brother's face. Another from Tanglewood, in their home? Interesting, how Kydobi let their enemies run amok here.
But this was no enemy as of yet. The panther's face was brave, surrounded by Dirt's handiwork. Raymond, his name was. Emissary. A claw outstretched, a question, falling upon his ears. The panther calling him darling, how sweet. It stuck to his ears like honey, glistening and filled with wax and shed carapace.
Dirt leaves the corpse where it is for a moment. He'll strip it apart later, find out what remained within, what surprises those entrails held. He sits, his tongue slapping over his chops, savouring the taste of bone, snapping threads of saliva that had begun to drip down. Beetles skitter in his fur, and flies buzz over his head, his ears flicking as the stupid little things bump into him.
"Dirt. They call me Debutante." He knows what he is, a herald for the flies. A stain that they couldn't get off, a mold that wouldn't quit. He knew the larvae in his skin would one day release themselves, burrow into the soil. Pupate, and rise again, and the cycle would only continue.
He cared little for how The Pitt ended up, but was deeply interested in the politics at play here. He couldn't give a shit about former glory, he knew the insects would claim it all anyways. Thousands more would nestle in skin, and millions more would eat their corpses. If nothing truly mattered, if all of your legacy would simply crumble and become food for the insects, you may as well raise a little hell.
The stinking beast stands, stepping closer to Raymond, his head cocked, a wild look in his eye. "And what brings you here, Raymond?" Darling. Why the wolf's den, reeking of rot and filth? "There are much prettier sights."
Much prettier sights, with more Pittians. What was it, that drew his guest to his palace of rotting flesh and scorched trees? Of insects and crows and vultures, ever feeding? Of parasites and maggots in teeth, of carnivorous moths.
ooc: SORRY THAT TOOK FOREVER JKFDHGFJHDFG
But this was no enemy as of yet. The panther's face was brave, surrounded by Dirt's handiwork. Raymond, his name was. Emissary. A claw outstretched, a question, falling upon his ears. The panther calling him darling, how sweet. It stuck to his ears like honey, glistening and filled with wax and shed carapace.
Dirt leaves the corpse where it is for a moment. He'll strip it apart later, find out what remained within, what surprises those entrails held. He sits, his tongue slapping over his chops, savouring the taste of bone, snapping threads of saliva that had begun to drip down. Beetles skitter in his fur, and flies buzz over his head, his ears flicking as the stupid little things bump into him.
"Dirt. They call me Debutante." He knows what he is, a herald for the flies. A stain that they couldn't get off, a mold that wouldn't quit. He knew the larvae in his skin would one day release themselves, burrow into the soil. Pupate, and rise again, and the cycle would only continue.
He cared little for how The Pitt ended up, but was deeply interested in the politics at play here. He couldn't give a shit about former glory, he knew the insects would claim it all anyways. Thousands more would nestle in skin, and millions more would eat their corpses. If nothing truly mattered, if all of your legacy would simply crumble and become food for the insects, you may as well raise a little hell.
The stinking beast stands, stepping closer to Raymond, his head cocked, a wild look in his eye. "And what brings you here, Raymond?" Darling. Why the wolf's den, reeking of rot and filth? "There are much prettier sights."
Much prettier sights, with more Pittians. What was it, that drew his guest to his palace of rotting flesh and scorched trees? Of insects and crows and vultures, ever feeding? Of parasites and maggots in teeth, of carnivorous moths.
ooc: SORRY THAT TOOK FOREVER JKFDHGFJHDFG
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"the maddened illusion that hides the sick squirming reality of what i am. of what we all are, when you strip away the pretence that there is more to a person than a warm, wet habitat for the billion crawling things that need a home. that love us in their way."
- MAG 032
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