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Ghost pet - Legend - May 03, 2025
Legend had long seen the rubble of Akashingo and smelled the scent of rotting flesh.
Now she roamed with no purpose, no master, and though she knew there was no soul residing in her beforehand, her flesh felt truly empty now. Nothing but static buzzed in that head, just loud enough to cover the trove of whispers rattling around.
The imp's tail was tight against the the belly, legs dragging forward below a bony, patchy frame. Weight had shriveled up. Shriveled up and died! Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Thrashing her face, seeing blurry pictures of the earth underneath, that ill feeling came up again of feeling as though she was not her own skin.
Legend had lost everything life had to offer now that there was no one leading it for her.
No point! No point! No point in nothing! No point!
No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point.
A garbled whine erupted the devil's mouth, paws suddenly throwing over her head as she bowed to the ground and tried to scratch away at her muzzle rapidly. Wincing, roughing up the fur on the top of her head, hacking out a groan as her mouth opened so wide the jaw could've popped out of socket.
Stilling, she lifted again with a blank face, slinking along the mossy shadows.
Now she roamed with no purpose, no master, and though she knew there was no soul residing in her beforehand, her flesh felt truly empty now. Nothing but static buzzed in that head, just loud enough to cover the trove of whispers rattling around.
The imp's tail was tight against the the belly, legs dragging forward below a bony, patchy frame. Weight had shriveled up. Shriveled up and died! Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Thrashing her face, seeing blurry pictures of the earth underneath, that ill feeling came up again of feeling as though she was not her own skin.
Legend had lost everything life had to offer now that there was no one leading it for her.
No point! No point! No point in nothing! No point!
No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point.
A garbled whine erupted the devil's mouth, paws suddenly throwing over her head as she bowed to the ground and tried to scratch away at her muzzle rapidly. Wincing, roughing up the fur on the top of her head, hacking out a groan as her mouth opened so wide the jaw could've popped out of socket.
Stilling, she lifted again with a blank face, slinking along the mossy shadows.
RE: Ghost pet - Aish - May 05, 2025
So far, she'd been judged by a snaggle-toothed bitch and attacked by a bird. Suffice it to say that these lands had not treated Aisling well.
But, a blessing! The berries she had so diligently collected and ferreted away had gone past ripe, and now smelled pungently, chemically sweet. Before entering this somewhat-foreboding looking place, she ate a few.
Within the hour, she was floating again, thank the Lord above.
Aish was in a stupor, but not so much that she didn't notice the frenzied movement ahead. With her berry-sack clutched between her jaws, she ambled forward, and was shocked to find a woman seemingly in the process of ripping her own face off.
Ahh, girl, what's amiss?she asked, dropping her pelt and trotting toward the stranger. This had the potential to completely kill her buzz, but compassion won out.
Don't do that, love. Are ye hurt?
Perhaps she was mad. Hopefully it was not catching.