due to the site getting nuked, the polls reset, so I’ll leave the soul-marnie interaction and the severity of the nightmares polls active. Currently, y’all got shafted with how the site rolled back. Any who, it’s time for comedy, I’ve been too serious and I need some light hearted bloopers.
It was the next morning. You hadn’t slept very well, constantly on edge and at a lower altitude than you would like. You had asked cinnamon if she was pregnant, and she wasn’t, but packing on the pounds when she does(she’s planning on it), so you’re hungrier than normal. The sad fluffies are inconsolable, minus the empathy they share with each other. You would prefer to offer warlock your service in private, including twig who was too smart for his own good. You had told the glorious story of your first time slaying a dog to warlock’s litter, recalling that you thought that you would die after the dust settled. Finally, you climbed the barrel and slept.
In the afternoon, you woke up. At this time, you would normally start your rounds, but compared to your old orchard, this was a prison cell, so you were napping . So much time, so little to do. You sneak down the barrel, and look at warlock and willow. A pain pierces your heart as you remember her. Fire, the one you loved the most. She had trouble bringing live foals into the world, and she had countless litters. Each one she had was dead or died shortly after birth. But then, she had metal, steel, and copper. Copper was dead, steel died shortly after birth, but metal, metal barley survived, and you trained him as hard as his body could let him. Shortly after he was fully weaned, a dog attacked and killed fire, it was a crazed dog and fought relentlessly, but you killed it.
You shake your head, you’re having those thoughts again. You sneak to the next barrel, and move to a red and orange near labor mare and the Pegasus stallion sleeping with her, larkspur and hazard. Nobody disrespects the legend that is your might, and you are going to punish them by giving them a nice and strong wake up thump. You raise for a stomp, and do a criss-cross motion hitting both hazard’s and larkspur’s sides. You held back your weight on hazard, to avoid dealing damage to the unborn foals, but some of the held back weight went into larkspur.
(White cus both the two are screaming) “SCREEEEEEEEE” you held back a laugh, the perfect prank, until “biggest poopsies” is screamed by hazard.
oh shit
You booked it out of there, because you ain’t getting blamed for the pre-mature birth of those foals. The human has entered, but you are too busy climbing the barrel to pay attention to the miracle of life happening. You try to gather yourself for what seems like forever, when you hear someone unexpected speak up.
”s- swowd? Wha ‘ou du?” tiger, stains on his cheeks from how long and hard he had been crying. He has taken a break from his misery and looks it to you with a speculative look.
“N- nu- nuffin!” You chirp out. Your nerves redoubling their efforts.
Tiger shakes his head dismissively. ” ‘ou teww nu twuffs wose den widdwe babbehs. swowd, di’ ‘ou gib sowwie hoofsies tu soon mummah ‘gain?”
The human looks over to you and whispers something to warlock. Tiger joins you on the barrel, and twig comes up. The barrel can take 3 fluffies, but you and tiger are bigger than normal, you especially.
“tigah, nu do dat, twig se wha’ ‘ou tinkin’ “
Tiger begins to snicker.
“Tigah, nu”
Tiger begins to giggle, before settling down
“Gud, awmo-“
A scream came from the corner. The crazed mare was eating a familiar pink unwilling enfi toy. Nothing against the rules.
Short time skip, as shadow delivers the foals(who I will not reveal), puts the cannibal and the bitch in a crate with water in another, and gets the hose.
The human comes in, and turns on something. A spray of mist comes out the device.
Immediately, you get off the barrel and run to the opposite side of the pen. Tiger says something, you turn around, and the human addresses you. She points the divice at you. What you happened next, you don’t remember, other than you flailed around wildly, nearly killed a foal, ran into some barrels, and then ran into the human’s shin where you passed out.
yep, sword is hydrophobic. But because fluffies are naturally hydrophobic, I turned that hydrophobia up to 11. Don’t worry, though, water actually knows how to swim.
- Yes
- No
- Simple: he doesn’t.
- He takes control of the down cameras (re-activating one at a time).
- He hops aboard his incorporeal ship.
- Soul follows her around through foxfire