04-02-2018, 04:14 PM
//if you don’t feel like reading, valo escaped sinking into mud and drowning only to get ate. they’ll be back in this thread lmao
it had been...well, it wasn’t a huge shock...that was-
nobody should have been surprised by this.
nobody.
valo-kas was practically a walking countdown timer, an accident waiting to happen. survival of the fittest was not a law that favored something so horribly unfit, unnatural, undeserving by this point. perhaps they knew that. someone more inclined to sympathize with them might posit that the foundation upon which they built their behavior of being the worst and the foulest was the knowledge that one day soon they were going to meet an untimely end, and it would be best that nobody mourned them.
that said, it could also be claimed that valo’s filthy and bizarre tendencies, the same which drove others away, were destined to be the very catalyst for their death. so it was a big, stupid ouroboros. the principles behind their death aside, it hadn’t been pretty. death can be pretty. just, and heroic, and peaceful. this wasn’t.
they had been searching for a gator, and the mud of the swamp sucked at their paws as they plodded through, eyes peeled and ears keenly focused for any gatorly sounds in the area. naturally, they didn’t care which way they were headed. naturally, they were soon lost.
the mud pulled at their ankles. they pushed further.
valo-kas felt a shudder run down their spine. something told them that something should have made them turn back. a split second of clarity unfolded before them purely thanks to kind of emotional wisdom. a learned intuition. a you’ve been here before, you just don’t know it sense that looked on in abjecg horror as valo pressed on in total confidence, ignoring their gut. the cruelest part of everything was that they were never really given the chance to learn from their mistake. the chance for growth.
valo-kas hissed out a complaint as the mud grabbed at their legs, stopping when it became hard to walk. the mutant pulled stubbornly, yanking and twisting their feet out of the earthen slime, trying to push forward toward a dry bank ahead until suddenly the ground was mire water than it was mud, disguised by a layer of silt and debris that had just moments ago sat untouched, giving the deep pool the appearance of a mere stretch of mud.
valo-kas sank down and water rushed into their mouth when they tried to scream. the cat thrashed, disoriented and afraid, coughing underwater and only succeeding to let more of the dirty liquid rush into their mouth as they struggled forward, trying to remember which way the bank was and panicking too much to get a handle on swimming and-
and they were fine. valo-kas surfaced on the dry(ish) land coughing and shaking but intact amd most importantly, alive.
“[color=salmon]fuck, dude! most unspectacular...” they sucked in a deep breath, beads of diluted pink hanging off their chin, and they laughed. they did not notice the alligator, but it sure noticed them. all that was left of valo-kas in the aftermath, once the crunching and screams subsided, was a few pink smears and tufts of bristly brown fur that floated atop the disturbed water.
it had been...well, it wasn’t a huge shock...that was-
nobody should have been surprised by this.
nobody.
valo-kas was practically a walking countdown timer, an accident waiting to happen. survival of the fittest was not a law that favored something so horribly unfit, unnatural, undeserving by this point. perhaps they knew that. someone more inclined to sympathize with them might posit that the foundation upon which they built their behavior of being the worst and the foulest was the knowledge that one day soon they were going to meet an untimely end, and it would be best that nobody mourned them.
that said, it could also be claimed that valo’s filthy and bizarre tendencies, the same which drove others away, were destined to be the very catalyst for their death. so it was a big, stupid ouroboros. the principles behind their death aside, it hadn’t been pretty. death can be pretty. just, and heroic, and peaceful. this wasn’t.
they had been searching for a gator, and the mud of the swamp sucked at their paws as they plodded through, eyes peeled and ears keenly focused for any gatorly sounds in the area. naturally, they didn’t care which way they were headed. naturally, they were soon lost.
the mud pulled at their ankles. they pushed further.
valo-kas felt a shudder run down their spine. something told them that something should have made them turn back. a split second of clarity unfolded before them purely thanks to kind of emotional wisdom. a learned intuition. a you’ve been here before, you just don’t know it sense that looked on in abjecg horror as valo pressed on in total confidence, ignoring their gut. the cruelest part of everything was that they were never really given the chance to learn from their mistake. the chance for growth.
valo-kas hissed out a complaint as the mud grabbed at their legs, stopping when it became hard to walk. the mutant pulled stubbornly, yanking and twisting their feet out of the earthen slime, trying to push forward toward a dry bank ahead until suddenly the ground was mire water than it was mud, disguised by a layer of silt and debris that had just moments ago sat untouched, giving the deep pool the appearance of a mere stretch of mud.
valo-kas sank down and water rushed into their mouth when they tried to scream. the cat thrashed, disoriented and afraid, coughing underwater and only succeeding to let more of the dirty liquid rush into their mouth as they struggled forward, trying to remember which way the bank was and panicking too much to get a handle on swimming and-
and they were fine. valo-kas surfaced on the dry(ish) land coughing and shaking but intact amd most importantly, alive.
“[color=salmon]fuck, dude! most unspectacular...” they sucked in a deep breath, beads of diluted pink hanging off their chin, and they laughed. they did not notice the alligator, but it sure noticed them. all that was left of valo-kas in the aftermath, once the crunching and screams subsided, was a few pink smears and tufts of bristly brown fur that floated atop the disturbed water.
[align=center][b]IF GOD DOESN’T LIKE UGLY
THEN GOD DOESN’T LIKE ANYBODY
THEN GOD DOESN’T LIKE ANYBODY