She, in all her greed and insanity, does not notice the obvious trickery even a slight bit. She then takes the vial and ingests it
He does follow, leaving deep muddy footprints behind.
They feel a burning sensation as the ichor goes down, and immediately feel ill, worse than anything they've ever felt before.
He soon stops, having a large metal pot with a leg of a giant crocodile in it.
"You bi-" They blink, their eyes pained as they look around "Holy wa- wate- er...?" Their voice is strained with agony "You little... fu- little... you..." She glare to them
He rubs his hands together, putting his cleaver down "We havin' gator! Woohe!"
"Close, but wrong, that is divine blood, from a god known for purifying and destroying vampires." He leans in close as their eyes begin to water and their knees feel weak "Don't worry, I don't want to kill you, just have some fun."
"Yep" He smiles and cuts the leg with a butcher knife, giving them a portion
"You... I... knife- need... but why? I- I'll... ki- you... y- yo-" She stumbles, and pulls at her bag, failing at getting her knives
He takes the leg, reaching it under his bag, and taking a bite out of it with a loud crunch.
He picks up one of the knives, tossing it inbetween his hands, “I can stop the pain if you want, without hurting you too, just a snap of my fingers and the pain is gone, do you want that?”
The crocodile has tough hide, and is rather meaty, with very little amounts of fat in it
"Y-you... I..." She just makes a sound of pain, still glaring him in the 'face'
She, in all her greed and insanity, does not notice the obvious trickery even a slight bit. She then takes the vial and ingests it
He does follow, leaving deep muddy footprints behind.
They feel a burning sensation as the ichor goes down, and immediately feel ill, worse than anything they've ever felt before.
He soon stops, having a large metal pot with a leg of a giant crocodile in it.
"You bi-" They blink, their eyes pained as they look around "Holy wa- wate- er...?" Their voice is strained with agony "You little... fu- little... you..." She glare to them
He rubs his hands together, putting his cleaver down "We havin' gator! Woohe!"
"Close, but wrong, that is divine blood, from a god known for purifying and destroying vampires." He leans in close as their eyes begin to water and their knees feel weak "Don't worry, I don't want to kill you, just have some fun."
"Yep" He smiles and cuts the leg with a butcher knife, giving them a portion
"You... I... knife- need... but why? I- I'll... ki- you... y- yo-" She stumbles, and pulls at her bag, failing at getting her knives
He takes the leg, reaching it under his bag, and taking a bite out of it with a loud crunch.
He picks up one of the knives, tossing it inbetween his hands, “I can stop the pain if you want, without hurting you too, just a snap of my fingers and the pain is gone, do you want that?”
The crocodile has tough hide, and is rather meaty, with very little amounts of fat in it
"Y-you... I..." She just makes a sound of pain, still glaring him in the 'face'
He tears into the flesh, chewing all of it, as well as the bones along with it.
He laughs, blood dripping from his torn flesh in front of them, “Yes or no, this pain will last as eternal if you don’t say yes.”
She, in all her greed and insanity, does not notice the obvious trickery even a slight bit. She then takes the vial and ingests it
He does follow, leaving deep muddy footprints behind.
They feel a burning sensation as the ichor goes down, and immediately feel ill, worse than anything they've ever felt before.
He soon stops, having a large metal pot with a leg of a giant crocodile in it.
"You bi-" They blink, their eyes pained as they look around "Holy wa- wate- er...?" Their voice is strained with agony "You little... fu- little... you..." She glare to them
He rubs his hands together, putting his cleaver down "We havin' gator! Woohe!"
"Close, but wrong, that is divine blood, from a god known for purifying and destroying vampires." He leans in close as their eyes begin to water and their knees feel weak "Don't worry, I don't want to kill you, just have some fun."
"Yep" He smiles and cuts the leg with a butcher knife, giving them a portion
"You... I... knife- need... but why? I- I'll... ki- you... y- yo-" She stumbles, and pulls at her bag, failing at getting her knives
He takes the leg, reaching it under his bag, and taking a bite out of it with a loud crunch.
He picks up one of the knives, tossing it inbetween his hands, “I can stop the pain if you want, without hurting you too, just a snap of my fingers and the pain is gone, do you want that?”
The crocodile has tough hide, and is rather meaty, with very little amounts of fat in it
"Y-you... I..." She just makes a sound of pain, still glaring him in the 'face'
He tears into the flesh, chewing all of it, as well as the bones along with it.
He laughs, blood dripping from his torn flesh in front of them, “Yes or no, this pain will last as eternal if you don’t say yes.”
Chef Grumble looks to him "So... uh... how's your life going?"
"How... about... this?... [GP] you... you piece... o-of [GP]"
The crocodile has tough hide, and is rather meaty, with very little amounts of fat in it
"Y-you... I..." She just makes a sound of pain, still glaring him in the 'face'
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He tears into the flesh, chewing all of it, as well as the bones along with it.
He laughs, blood dripping from his torn flesh in front of them, “Yes or no, this pain will last as eternal if you don’t say yes.”
He remains awake, resolving any other problems that may come up.
He pours them a bowl, handing it to them.
She follows after them, smiling at Jax, “My favorite? What a treat.”
Chef Grumble looks to him "So... uh... how's your life going?"
"How... about... this?... [GP] you... you piece... o-of [GP]"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Cut for Salem.*
He lets himself fall asleep after a long while. (I would have to ask for Domino.)
He takes his own bowl, eating his soup and enjoying their company.
She leans against them, waiting for them to get there, enjoying the walk.
*Cut for Tarra.*
“Bad… except for the people like you I’ve met recently.” He says, the leg gone after a few more bites.
He smiles to an unnatural extent, “Well, I’ll take that as a yes.” He snaps his fingers, and it’s as if the pain never was.
Tony stays as close as Domino will allow, more confused than anything, “Wait… so because we… not you might be… wow…”
He chuckles “Happy ya like it, ya can come back any time fer it.”
She sits down across from them, smiling back “Thank you for this, dear.”
"Ah. Wanna... talk about it?"
She glares him in where an eye would be if he had a face
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He shakes his head, “You’d run if I did an’ I ain’t want that.”
He begins sewing his mouth back shut, still speaking “Now, say what you want to say.”
“I just… never thought any of this might happen…” He sits down on the ground.
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding, “Oogie and Weemin working together, I’d be good with that long as you are.”
She orders the same, thinking about what she’s going to get herself as she flips through the pages.
"You sure?" The chef eats his own portion of crocodile
She just continues to glare at him
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Sure o’ it. I don’t think I caught yer name last we talked, I’m Oogie.”
He picks up his backpack, “Remember, I’m always willing to make a deal.”
He wraps his arms around them, holding them tight “It’s okay… I just… I don’t know what to do…” He closes his own eyes.
He hugs them back after a moment’s delay, not prepared to be hugged.
“Oh really? How much does it cost? Actually, I don’t want to know, let’s get it.”
"And I am Chef Grumble" He holds out a hand to shake
*Good place to end?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.