06-21-2020, 07:21 PM
cw: for parent death ment / gore / insects / parasites
im sorry he sucks jkdfgdfkjhgfdj.... ic =/= ooc opinions, hes just a real fucking bastard
im sorry he sucks jkdfgdfkjhgfdj.... ic =/= ooc opinions, hes just a real fucking bastard
The other spoke... strangely, as grotesque as it was. Its words seemed to mean... something, to the creature, but all Dirt could find was babbling. Silent, it was, then.
Kydobi stalked near, a breath huffing as his eyes drifted to the agonized face of Silent's lunch. The wolf noticed, how desecrating a creature that still lived seemed to hit a chord with Kydobi. It made Dirt's fur ripple, the look on the great cat's face. Ripe with disgust, a look that was briefly brushed over himself, as well.
Kydobi spoke of cruelty, condemning Silent's actions. It nearly rent a laugh from Dirt, his lips pulling back in a grin. He stood as Ardent of The Pitt, he had accepted that legacy, the blood that had soaked into this fine, reeking earth, and he admonished cruelty? Dirt's tail thumped against the earth, sending a few beetles tangled within scattering. Was Kydobi's prey still hot, when he dug into its flesh? Did he wait until it was cold and stiff, to be sure he was not being cruel? What an interesting take he had, on the nature of predation.
Not that Dirt cared. He was not here to argue philosophies. But mindgames, he could play.
"Is it cruel, when the shrike impales a mouse with a thorn? When a wasp lays its eggs within a cockroach? When an orphan must eat its mother to continue to live? It is natural. Perhaps it is natural for Silent." The wolf says simply, stretching his legs out, toes spreading, skin tugging at every burrow the larvae had made within the flesh of his paws and legs.
A smaller, littler cat made his way over, voicing his piece. So many cats. So many small animals here, soft flesh and fragile bones. He was beginning to wonder what the point of this clan was, if no longer to strike fear, or stand as a warlike power. What was the purpose? What was Kydobi planning?
He had every intention to stick around, to see where the clan's corpse rotted first.
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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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