Quasar’s grimace morphed into a grin when his blue eyes snapped to Rhinestonestar’s scavenged skull. “That’s perfect! Any skull or bones with obvious mutations—multiple eyes, horns, fucked up spines—would be epic. But I doubt there’ll be many of those, if any at all.” He huffed at that, rubbing one of his own budding horns with a paw.
He looked back to Hurricane when the large grey cat spoke. “Would it scare them? If they’re old enough to wander here, then they’re already eating flesh off the bone. I wasn’t scared of skeletons, even as an ittle wittle baby.” Clearly, Quasar simply didn’t understand the whole fear-of-skeletons thing. Even with his unsettling experiences around the murderous rats, it wasn’t the bodies that bothered him—only bodies he knew scratched the primal fear of death. “It’s not like they smell.”
Giggling, he shook his head as he added, “Nope, Im not going to do anything like that. Promise!” Oh, Quasar, why does even the truth sound like a lie from your lips?
He looked back to Hurricane when the large grey cat spoke. “Would it scare them? If they’re old enough to wander here, then they’re already eating flesh off the bone. I wasn’t scared of skeletons, even as an ittle wittle baby.” Clearly, Quasar simply didn’t understand the whole fear-of-skeletons thing. Even with his unsettling experiences around the murderous rats, it wasn’t the bodies that bothered him—only bodies he knew scratched the primal fear of death. “It’s not like they smell.”
Giggling, he shook his head as he added, “Nope, Im not going to do anything like that. Promise!” Oh, Quasar, why does even the truth sound like a lie from your lips?
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
that's not how i'll go!
————— ⬆ ————— pharaoh — dating kole — descendants of the departed ————— ⬇ —————
these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are