how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
“Fangorn…” I repeat, bending down a bit to get a closer look at its face, finding the - vampire gourd? - yes, that’s what she called it - both delightful and horrifying all at once. The hissing, the nonverbalness, the teeth. For some reason it’s just… different from an animal companion. And while we’ve got cats that talk and spout nonsense, this feels different. After a moment I decide that it kinda fits her. The same kind of ferocity. Indignation, maybe. Pulling back, I regard the two of ‘em with an amused look. “Cool. Learned somethin’ new today.”
My gaze drifts to her bag, to the market she’s obviously passed through. I know they’re fed on the Ark, if they show up for meals while its in port, so I’m curious why she’s here. “So. How’s it goin?”
My gaze drifts to her bag, to the market she’s obviously passed through. I know they’re fed on the Ark, if they show up for meals while its in port, so I’m curious why she’s here. “So. How’s it goin?”
