they say it's the thought that counts / o, rhinestonestar needed

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For a full day, Quasar had labored over transforming a human skeleton into a masterpiece. The apprentice had started in Vaas’s studio, using his own little space there for the messy job of psychedelic splatter art. Acrylic paint stained his vaporwave paws neon and clung to his fur—though anyone unfamiliar with the sparkledoggo likely wouldn’t know where his natural coloration ended and the paint began.

Crimson. Black. Orange. Purple. Green.

The skeleton’s bones almost glowed in full daylight; under a blacklight, the neon explosion figuratively burned corneas. It was a colorful explosion worthy of any price, and Quasar knew exactly who deserved it as a gift.

He’d set up the skeleton in Rhinestonestar’s den, scattered to pieces like it’d been gnawed on by a larger predator. Quasar couldn’t wait to see his dadorito’s reaction. After all, he’d even spray painted the nests’ walls to match.

So he lurked in Palmclan’s camp, drilling hunting poses and crouching. A handful complimented his discipline, but his patience was the real virtue here. And he’d practice his hunting stalk for hours if he had to, if only to catch the exact moment Rhinestonestar saw his Halloween gift.

[member=15694]RHINESTONE.[/member]

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