Home Alone (PARCAE!)

[PRIPAS SHACHA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background-color: #EFEFEF; border-left: #242424 10px solid; border-top: #242424 70px solid; border-radius: 8px 8px 0px 8px;] WORDS idk TAGS parcaeee NOTES i'm sorry i didn't get this up last night omg ❝ [style=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]A moirail. That was something Pripas wasn't expecting in the least. Getting the sort of someone who would calm you down when you were angry wasn't necessarily in Pripas' list of things to do. Parcae seemed to think she would be the one to be the pacifier, but darn it, Pripas knew better. He'd have to calm the purpleblood down. It wasn't necessarily something he was looking forward to. Or maybe it was, in a sort of twisted way. He could envision Parcae, covered in blood, just done rampaging through the city. Suddenly, out of the shadows, Pripas would spring in a tight hug and a shoosh pap. Of course, Pripas would much rather stop her before she begins, but sometimes that's just impossible. He scrolled through their latest log in which Parcae told him she'd be right over. She already crossed out a rampage off her calendar. Good. Now to wonder why in the world she schedules them anyway. And if she schedules them, it would be exceedingly difficult to stop them entirely. Pripas had always been good with emotions. He assumed it was time to put his mastery to the test. There was a little thing in the pits of his various sacs and organs, however, that seemed to writhe with every thought. He was really only experienced firsthand in the realms of matespritship, and Joarst wasn't even at home. There were a few... Things that Pripas needed. The ceruleanblood was always so good. Not to mention, the very color of his blood sounded positively mellifluous. He and Joarst were perfect for one another, even so the point that they share a hive. But Joarst had left. Pripas was alone. It didn't affect him much besides his smile wilting every so slightly. He kept it up because he knew Joarst would be back soon, and Parcae would soon arrive. It was a race, now. All Pripas could hope for was that Parcae didn't want to pail or something. Moirails didn't do that. While the oliveblood stood sure that he would engage in a ménage à trois if the situation so happened to arise, at the same time it was extremely unlikely that Joarst would agree and he would have to side with Joarst on the matter. As a moirail, however, Pripas realized his new goal. He would have to help Parcae fill her quadrants. She needed them filled, as well as a bucket or seven. But who could she fill them with? Possible Isixis in some form of kismesissitude. What of a matesprit? Pripas would consult his fanfiction library, however unfortunately he ships every ship to possible exist. They would get him nowhere. Perhaps... Nah. Wait. Maybe. He would have to broach the subject very carefully. He would need all of his tact and guile if he wanted any shadow of a chance for this to work. And he would also need for Parcae to arrive. [/style] ❞ I RECLAIMED THE USE OF MY IMAGINATION FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, I'VE YET TO KNOW BUT I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND ME; I GUESS THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THINGS RIGHT.

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[PARCAE PELTIS]

Parcae crunched into her umpteenth pebble as she carefully circled her moirail's lawnring, her clothes a proud, perfect lusus-white. She hadn't seen any traps or feral barkbeasts the last time she'd been around, but she still might get lucky!

Also, there was a weird feeling in the pit of her protein chute whenever she contemplated Pripas. And, in particular, meeting Pripas. It felt kind of weird! And gross!

Perhaps she was nervous?

After muling it over for two seconds, Parcae laughed outright. Nervous? Her? Hee hee hee! The very thought! Absurd!

Brushing away the concern, she carefully continued her survey by poking and prodding at any promising crevices with the toe of her boot or the fingers of her hands. After about two fruitless hours of trying to blunder into a pit full of punji sticks, or a nest of excitably violent flufftails, Parcae admitted defeat. Sometimes you just weren't lucky! That was how life was.

Also, Pripas would probably be quite worried about her by now. She really should be going through that doorway.

Yuuuuup.

Any moment now.

Annnnnny moment.

Grimacing, she fished around in her pocket for another snack. Her fingers splintered the first rock she picked at, and the next, and one after that, and at that point, Parcae began to realize that she might be having what others referred to as 'quadrant-commitment-shyness' and what she referred to as a 'problem.'

Problems did not last around Parcae.

Even if they were her!

ESPECIALLY if they were her!

Curling her hand into a fist, she gave herself a solid whack straight on the olfactory ridge. When this did not produce the necessary reassuring effect of courage, she went and gave herself another. And another. And-

It was around blow two dozen that a feral lusus, an gryphonbeast - with the wingspan as large as the branches of some tress, found what it no doubt assumed to be a pan-damaged troll and an easy snack and swooped down.

Well.

It wasn't entirely wrong.

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"Pripas!" Parcae shouted, shit-eating grin splattered across her face as she slammed the hive door open. Her stately white clothes were in utter disarray, a long trio of slash marks cutting her from shoulder to hip, leaking purple. Great swathes of her clothes were covered in a dark red hue. She pointed a careless thumb behind her.

Somehow, perhaps it was that miracle magic trolls of her hemocaste talked so oftenly about, her smile grew.

"I brought a gift!"

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[PRIPAS SHACHA]

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[PARCAE PELTIS]

Pripas did not seem as delighted to see her, as she was to see him. For a moment the purpleblood's smile faltered, the liquid courage spilling out of the gashes in her chest seemed to desert her, making her mouth feel like it was full of ash and mud instead of good, wholesome grit.

Had she done something wrong? Moirails were supposed to make each other happy, right? What was she doing wrong?? Were there like, greenblood rituals that she was ignoring, or maybe some sort of rule that Pripas had just thought was not worth mentioning - something silly like 'don't track your priceless purple blood through my hive', in some sort of odd, deferential thing? It was not unheard of! It might even just have to do with hygiene. Some highbloods were pretty finicky about their cleanliness, even if Parcae had never been the type and hadn't thought Pripas, with all his talk of fluids, would be either.

Still, not all trolls were good with blood as her! In fact, she had been pretty bad at it, there had been that episode three sweeps ago, where she had gone on an unscheduled rampage and woken covered in chromatic-

Her pan ground to a halt. Not allowed to think on that subject! Especially since she now had a moirail that would prevent her from going out of control like that!

Unless he didn't want to be her moirail anymore? Look, he wasn't even going to get her hivewarming gift, he was just sort of pushing her in some direction and, suddenly feeling a great weight descend upon her, she followed his lead, expression downcast, feeling lightheaded from the rejection.

Admittedly, it might have been the result of blood loss.

Oh Darkener, had she made a mess of things? She consulted her usual philosophical place of succor when all else failed: WWCD - What Would Carnifex Do.

Her Ancestor, if she understood her legacy right, would cull everyone on the planet. Actually, that was all Carnifex ever suggested. Parcae frowned. Wow, thanks for nothing! That advice was not applicable here! Or ever! She wasn't even sure why she bothered to even have it as a last ditch resort when it never seemed applicable for anything!

"Parcae, we need to get you bandaged up immediately. What in the world did you do?"

His words were like a balm, and she let out a sigh of relief, grin lighting back up. She gave him a big hug, smearing more purple over him as her wounds continued sluggishly bleeding, twirling once before somehow managing to slip right off his shoulder and ending up on the floor.

He was just, he was just concerned about her! Wow! That was actually kind of weird! But exactly what moirails were supposed. to do

Sheesh! She was just overreacting, hee hee hee!

"I got you a gift!" She told him from her position on the floor. It was a very comfortable floor, she liked it. This wood stuff was pretty sweet. Soft and supple and very nice underneath her claws. She stroked it, leaving a shallow groove. "I'm not sure what it is, but it has lots of feathers and would be a kickass trophy! You could mount its head over your fireplace or something. Wait, do you have a fireplace? Anyway, I don't need bandages, we highbloods are made of some pretty tough shit!"

To prove this, she immediately got to her feet, wobbling only slightly. She smiled hugely. "See?"

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[PRIPAS SHACHA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background-color: #EFEFEF; border-left: #242424 10px solid; border-top: #242424 70px solid; border-radius: 8px 8px 0px 8px;] WORDS idk TAGS parcaeee NOTES 8luh ❝ [style=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]S he, of course, did something Pripas should have fully expected. Once she realized, presumably, that he was trying to help her as a moirail should, she simply scooped him up in a big hug, getting blood all over him, and then fell to the ground. Needless to say, now was a bad time to be shirtless. And let's not speak of his poor skirt. She fell to the floor and just lay there. Pripas looked down, something you never do, and saw himself absolutely slathered in purple. He supposed he should be flattered that she should do something like this, but all in all he just felt pretty... Unclean. He was covered in blood after all. But at least it was the blood of his moirail. He could take that. He sighed and watched Parcae, listening to her speak of the floor. She was going to pass out soon, probably. At least, Pripas thought he would. But, then again, she wasn't in a higher hemocaste for nothing. They don't only get prettier blood. She repeated that she got him a gift, and it occurred to Pripas she had culled something for him. Uh oh. His smile had since extended and was left untouched by the new frightening prospect of a dead corpse in his lawnring. What would Joarst think? That thought was thankfully put to rest once she finished describing what she had gotten him, but Pripas couldn't shake the feeling that one day she was probably going to leave a head on his doorstep and expect it to be a welcome gift. Pripas made a mental note to cover up the little groove she left with a strategically placed rug of some sort, and another to find a good place to dispose of any severed heads or limbs or full corpses. She stood and Pripas instinctually moved to help stabilize her. Gosh. This one would be a handful. She was absolutely... Pitiful. Pripas looked into her eyes, his smile growing even slightly wider. "Well, then I suppose we should go get to that gift, shall we? Though. At least let me get you a... Towel, first." Pripas made sure to keep at least a few towels dry and clean at all times. He knew what he typically used towels for. He and Joarst would know just fine. He might end up delighted to know that, instead of green and cerulean stains, they would be getting a delightful purple one on one of their towels today! Pripas only hoped that it would stop the bleeding at least a little bit. Despite how absolutely wonderfully pitiful she looked, it pained Pripas to see his moirail hurt, even if she was too out of it to realize she was hurt. Pripas was entirely prepared to get his cuddle on if she needed to lay down. [/style] ❞ I RECLAIMED THE USE OF MY IMAGINATION FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, I'VE YET TO KNOW BUT I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND ME; I GUESS THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THINGS RIGHT.

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[PARCAE PELTIS]

He had a look on his face, patient, helpful and something that Parcae couldn’t quite describe with a word other than miraculous. It was a weird sort of guileless affection that made her bones go gooey and her lower articulations wobble.

She limped towards him, slinging a companionable arm around his neck. “I’ll go with you!” she chirped helpfully. She looked at the ground as they traced their steps out of the kitchen, the vivid purple footsteps standing out on the otherwise spotless wooden floor. “Hee hee hee, did you know that some lowbloods offered to buy my blood? For like drugs or rituals or some shit, and here I am tracking it all over your hive. They’d probably be so mad if they found out, they are such incredible tightasses. Cannot take a joke at all those guys. Pretty much go around hating everything.”

She shook her head sadly. Then she perked up, cackling. “Oh! Did I ever tell you that time, there was this one blueblood, I think his name was Kendel, offered me like half his hive just to lick my blood so long as it was rolling off my butt? Such an adorable creep! Not sure what happened to him though! Funny story though, huh!”

Parcae closed her eyes, letting him lead her as she continued babbling other such anecdotal amusements as they made their way to the legendary towels.

She was made out of some pretty tough shit, but right now she felt kind of tired. Probably one of those zany calming effects of being in that strange and magical union called a moirallegiance.

She kind of wanted to stroke his face and maybe snuggle a bit? They could use her kill as a pile and jam a bit. She was sure they could get all their issues sorted out, right then and there. It would be awesome! They were awesome!

Pripas was pretty special! Most trolls didn't do affection and concern very well. But Pripas, he just sort of went around being nice to others. Giving them little gifts of fiction, tossing prose their way as if it was nothing, contacting them with sexy shenanigans if they were feeling down - he was definitely one of a kind! It was so terribly pitiful, how he never tried to take advantage of his kindness. He could probably make it work! In fact, she still owed him a favour, not through any effort of his. She had had to goad him into it.

She cackled, one day she would find out if he could do malice at all, he’d probably be awesome at it, but for now she enjoyed the odd, irrational feeling of safety and relaxed.

[PRIPAS SHACHA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background-color: #EFEFEF; border-left: #242424 10px solid; border-top: #242424 70px solid; border-radius: 8px 8px 0px 8px;] WORDS idk TAGS parcaeee NOTES 8luh ❝ [style=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]P ripas almost buckled a bit under the arm. He wasn't used to doing any sort of heavy lifting, so the sudden weight was a bit awkward. He only bent a little, and that was to accomodate the height difference. Pripas was a tall troll, lanky and awkward, and he hoped maybe one day that would change. Still, he liked the way he was no matter what, mostly because Joarst was fine with it. Joarst was kind of short. Parcae was kind of shorter. Pripas wrapped an arm around her and used the other one to hold her hand. Despite her wobbliness and her getting blood everywhere - Joarst would surely have a few words for Pripas - the greenblood gave Parcae a wide grin at her story. "Licking it off your butt? Hm. That could be... Interesting. I'm not saying anything. But now I know that's something you may be interested in." Pripas gave a dry chuckle, knowing full well he wasn't about to do anything like that. But, as a moirail, it was his imperative to assist Parcae in the filling of her quadrants. He didn't need any help. The purpleblood? Probably. She'd need help simply staying alive, too. She was a very talkative sort of troll. Pripas was a good listener. He knew that he needed to be if he wanted to be a writer. He needed to capture dialogue in its most lively essence and transfer it to something incapable of mortal life. Usually, this came from watching movies and the like. But Parcae's babbling was something much greater than she would ever expect. Upon arriving at their destination, Pripas quickly grabbed the largest, nicest towel they had and began sopping up the blood. This was absolutely disgusting and it felt like Pripas was very close to losing every meal he had eaten in the past six months. But eventually he was finished, so he wrapped Parcae in the towel in an attempt to stop all of the bleeding. It was now that Pripas noticed a few green stains, and a few blue stains as well. Pripas knew very well how those stains got there. He cleared his throat, ignoring the cackling, making sure the stains weren't touching her directly. They were dry, so it wasn't that huge of a problem, but she might be weirded out by it. "Don't mind the stains, I'm sure the towel is fine." He made sure to secure it well, unknowingly getting much closer than he would have any right to when they were just moirails. What were they going to do now? Well, Parcae was injured and wobbly and probably somewhat groggy from killing something and getting clawed to bits. "Do you want to cuddle?" Pripas' grin seemed to grow wider. He liked cuddling. [/style] ❞ I RECLAIMED THE USE OF MY IMAGINATION FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, I'VE YET TO KNOW BUT I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND ME; I GUESS THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THINGS RIGHT.

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[PARCAE PELTIS]

Parcae hadn't realized she was being dried off with the spunk towel until Pripas pointed out the stains. It could have been simple sweat, but Parcae knew her moirail a bit too well to have that innocent explanation be her first guess. And because she knew him well, she also kind of knew Joarst. If there ever was a troll that would be fastidious enough to know how to get sweat stains out of towels, instead of just buying new ones, it would be that troll.

Nope, this was definitely the spunk towel. As opposed to a perfectly innocuous miracle rag. A towel used by matesprit's for various vigorous activities.

Ay-yup.

...

Parcae, despite herself, blushed. Fortunately for everyone involved, she had spent the better part of a minutes punching herself in the face before the feral lusus had gotten the jump on her, so the little bit of added blood was kind of not such a big deal. Her dignity was safe and sound behind the curtain of self-inflicted bruises.

Still! This was pretty awkward! Parcae had the distinct impression they were crossing the quadrants here. And you weren't supposed to cross the quadrants, everyone knew that! Moirails did not pile up in a matesprit's things, it was icky. She stopped short. Re-examined her thoughts.

Wait, no, everyone else knew that - but hadn't she just written an epic involving a quadrant vacillation dynamic that escaped simple classification? This shouldn't have surprised her, it was, it was a romantic gesture from Pripas who was perhaps experimenting with just such a scheme. Maybe it was a ~special~ gesture!

Hrmm.

Er. Well. She was probably over-thinking this. It was an accident, hee hee hee!

Then he asked if she wanted to cuddle and her eyebrows tried somersaulting straight off her forehead and onto her horns. She only narrowly avoided turning into a bright purple aubergine, and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. That would be great!

Oh, wait! Her cull!

"The featherbeast was really fluffy!" She told him, holding the towel gingerly around herself. "Maybe we can make a pile out of its feathers...?" She gave him another huge smile. "This jam is going to be so squishy and cuddly even you will be amazed!"

[PRIPAS SHACHA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background-color: #EFEFEF; border-left: #242424 10px solid; border-top: #242424 70px solid; border-radius: 8px 8px 0px 8px;] WORDS idk TAGS parcaeee NOTES 8luh ❝ [style=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]T he greenblood knew that the towel thing might be a bit awkward for Parcae. He distinctly recalled how he started the day, forgetting that he would be having visitors. Who would even think that they would have needed a towel? Unfortunately, there wasn't a bit in Pripas' being that understood what feeling awkward was like. He was rather comfortable. In fact, Pripas found it rather amusing that he was using the same towel for both of his redder quadrants. Quite beautiful, he thought. What he should do is frame the towel once Parcae was done with it. Her purple, Joarst's cerulean... His green. Eh. Maybe not. Isixis had been getting Pripas quite down about his greenblood status. Heck, maybe being a yellowblood might be easier. A tealblood would be nice, too. Anything but Joarst-endangering green. But now he had Parcae. She was basically insane, she would be able to help him out in a pinch if he needed it, right? Probably. That's what moirails were for. That and cuddling. Right. Cuddling. It had been quite some time since Pripas cuddled platonically. He would have to keep himself to himself. He made a mental note of that, lest the towel get a bit more green on it. That, Pripas didn't want. But the more stains Pripas noted, the more he had to eventually just take the thing off, which he did, and replaced it with another towel. A clean towel. Pripas made sure to take a moment to inspect it. This one was absolutely pristine. He made sure to captchalogue the dirty towel, lest Joarst have a seizure before Pripas could prepare him for it. "Pretend that didn't happen. That towel might have had... Absorption troubles." Pripas chuckled once more. There was only so much a towel could take, and that one took more than it should for one day. Poor thing. Joarst might have to burn it. Pripas sincerely hoped not as it was truly a waste of a towel. After his proposition for cuddling was accepted, Pripas couldn't help but note her eyebrows. It occurred to him that perhaps when she talked about them, she was being entirely serious. Pripas didn't emote much aside from his smile, and he knew that. He just hoped that Parcae didn't find it creepy. Pripas now remembered that he himself was covered in blood. Grabbing another towel to wrap around himself, he nodded as she spoke of her cull, noting that they only had one more fresh towel. Gosh. Who goes through towels like this? "That might take a while, removing all the feathers. And then they'd be all bloody. You... Also probably wouldn't want to use my pile." Pripas narrowed his eyebrows a bit and leaned in, whispering. "It's a bucket pile." It took a moment before Pripas realized what he had done. He quickly straightened up and began coughing. "I- er. My apologies. I didn't mean to, I usually, well, talk to Joarst like that." Talking about Joarst calmed him down significantly. He rubbed his neck apologetically. "Sorry. Do you want to get to those feathers now?" The grin remained untouched. It occurred, suddenly, to Pripas that he might want to work on the creepiness. He just hoped that Parcae could handle him. If not, well... This moirallegiance might not work. And gosh, would that be absolutely terrible. [/style] ❞ I RECLAIMED THE USE OF MY IMAGINATION FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, I'VE YET TO KNOW BUT I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND ME; I GUESS THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THINGS RIGHT.

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[PARCAE PELTIS]

Parcae felt a frisson traverse her spine. Pripas had a bucket pile? How incredibly, appropriately... lewd. Perhaps she should get herself a bucket p- no, wait, she was pretty sure that was not the sort of thing she needed to test herself on quite yet. Besides, she liked her rock and shinies collection. It was cool and comforting! Reassuringly impervious to change and singularly unremarkable. In fact, most of her hive was a rock and shinies pile. All she needed was to grab a recuperacoon out of her strife modus and bam! sleep was anywhere she wanted it to be. She had started mapping her hive, trying to pinpoint the most dangerous locations through the usual subterranean migration patterns, seismic activity and so on, just so she could park her butt in the most badass dangerous place.

Ahhh, such a sweet setup. Even a bucket pile didn't sound as fine.

"It's alright," she reassured him, papping him on the face. "We're moirails." She grinned. He was grinning too! They were both grinning! That was great! Awesome! "Mwah-rails: that means no secrets! Or, at least, less secrets. So shoosh! Your pile sounds spectacular. But we should kinda really start butchering the featherbeast, once the maggots set in it will be pretty much bones!" She sniggered. That was the way of things! Even something as huge as that featherbeast could be destroyed by the smallest of creatures. An idea winkled into existence in her pan.

"Maybe we should let the maggots set in. That would make the butchering really, really messy." She sighed dreamily. "Gross too, and bitchtits difficult but probably loads of fun. Everything so wet and squirmy. We could even get our miracle cuddle on first!" She frowned. "Hrm! I can't decide. What do you think?"

[PRIPAS SHACHA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background-color: #EFEFEF; border-left: #242424 10px solid; border-top: #242424 70px solid; border-radius: 8px 8px 0px 8px;] WORDS idk TAGS parcaeee NOTES 8luh ❝ [style=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]M aggots? In his lawnring? No, more importantly, in Joarst's? Sweet merciful- No. Never, nuh uh. No. Pripas shook his head vehemently at the proposal to wait. Parcae seemed to want to do everything the hard way. Now, it was Pripas' job to make her do things the sensible way. For the love of everything good and raunchy, why she'd want to wait for the maggots was beyond Pripas' comprehension. And, while he was flattered by the sentiment of a dead thing murdered just for him, the gruesome scene would surely nag at the greenblood until it was moved, preferably out of sight of a certain uptight ceruleanblood. Uptight. Hah. Pripas almost laughed out loud at his clever little pun. "Not that I wish to offend, but I must say we should remove the feathers sooner rather than later. Much sooner. No maggots. Joarst would have a fit. The smell would also be atrocious." The hive had a great system for ventilation. It sort of had to. But with a good ventilation system in place, smells also would get in rather quickly. Maybe that was a design flaw, Pripas wasn't sure because he didn't build the damn thing. Regardless, the murdered thing needed to be moved somewhere far away. "And must we butcher? If there are enough feathers for a pile, let's get those. Then cuddle in them. Preferably after giving them at least a quick rinse." Pripas sighed a bit. Being a moirail to Parcae was going to be quite the adventure. He doubted most moirails saw this much action in perigee. "Ultimately, I would rather us cuddle sooner rather than later. And the mess disposed of. Preferably before Joarst gets back." Without waiting for a cue, Pripas took her arm gently and put it around his shoulder, wrapping a hand around her waist in an attempt to hold her up. "Shall we?" [/style] ❞ I RECLAIMED THE USE OF MY IMAGINATION FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, I'VE YET TO KNOW BUT I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND ME; I GUESS THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THINGS RIGHT.

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[PARCAE PELTIS]

"Well, if you're not going to butcher it, it's going to go to waste!" Parcae pointed out reasonably. She was being very reasonable! There was no mentioning of all that pretty scarlet spilling out over her fingers and how she could probably use it to paint a deathtrap or two and maybe engineer some fakey fake grubsauce. Besides, she hadn't even mentioned ONCE how she maybe wanted to take out an eyeball as a souvenir. Nothing weird mind you, just something tangible to hold so that she could remember this day! It'd be cool! Also, potentially pan-scarring, but c'mon, Pripas lived in the Forest! He had to have done some casual butchering, right?

Mmmmm, considering his lifestyle, maybe not. Maybe he was an egg person. What were they called again? Ovivore? It would take a pretty STRONG diet to include that much protein! Or maybe that much protein lead to strongness? Whatever, it wasn't like she was a troll biologist or nothing. Far as anyone got there game face on, that stuff was miracles!

"...before Joarst gets back."

Parcae was about to point out several awesome points as to why getting nice and bloody would be completely okay on a psychological level because that was sort of what life was going to be like as a troll, and as a moirail she had a duty to make sure that Pripas was ready for it!

But then he totally started putting hands on waists and shoulders like he was going dancing. And it was just-! So endearingly sweet and okay maybe this once you big baby.

Not that she knew what a baby was, of course! Probably some sort of tiny pink mammal. Her lusus had mentioned them a few times, and never in the most complimentary of manners.

"Oh alright," she told him, in tones of pretend-suffering. She put a hand of her own on his shoulder."If we haaaaaaaave to. A lot of it will still go to waste though! But snuggles do sound pretty great!"

[PRIPAS SHACHA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background-color: #EFEFEF; border-left: #242424 10px solid; border-top: #242424 70px solid; border-radius: 8px 8px 0px 8px;] WORDS idk TAGS parcaeee NOTES 8luh ❝ [style=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]P ripas frowned a bit, beginning to feel a bit bad. It really did seem like Parcae wanted to butcher this thing. It was already dead, after all, and Pripas supposed maybe they could eat it or something? Not the whole thing, they'd have to attempt to preserve it or something. Ugh. All this seemed like much more work than Pripas wanted to do ever. This was definitely more Joarst's territory. He was the guy who did all the stuff with the food and etcetera. Come to think of it, Pripas didn't do much. He just wrote and pailed and pailed and wrote. He figured he should probably learn some other life skill. Like sewing or something. But didn't Joarst know how to do that? It was difficult to tell because he knew how to do everything. He was a wonderful matesprit. "Would you mind terribly if we got to the butchering a bit later? And, by "we", I mean mostly you? I'm not sure how to do it. And by "a bit later" I mean after our snuggles." If it was up to Pripas alone to butcher the thing, it would probably end up being cut along the wrong lines and it would just look terrible. Pripas wasn't scared of getting blood on his hands, no, he was already essentially painted purple. More blood can't hurt. Well, it could, in the sense that he could always pass out from the vast amount of blood depending on how much was there. It was just... He wanted to snuggle. But Parcae gave in and his grin grew even larger. "We can try to keep the cuddles short so we have time." He began heading towards the door, hoping that he would at least be able to open the door. If her present was in just the right position to block the door completely... Ugh. Parcae would probably insist on kicking the door down. Pripas was done with his and Joar's hive being wrecked continually. Sure, it was mostly Belial, and he was a douche, but the thought still stood. [/style] ❞ I RECLAIMED THE USE OF MY IMAGINATION FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, I'VE YET TO KNOW BUT I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND ME; I GUESS THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THINGS RIGHT.

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[PARCAE PELTIS]

In the end it still took them a while to get the lusus all cleaned up and prettified. It had an extraordinarily huge wingspan, although now that it was dead Parcae was pretty sure it wasn't as big as she had thought it was when it had been cawing at her and trying to tear out her eyeballs. Only like the size of five or six trolls stacked together. Barely anything, really.

Still they slaved away in affectionate silence and giggly accidents. Or at least Parcae hoped they were giggly, Pripas seemed weirdly unsettled by the entire episode. He did seem to like the feather pile, which made the entire thing worth it! They even had more than enough left over so that the parts that were bloodlogged could be sent to soak for a while, while the ones that were clean could be immediately used for pile and jamming purposes.

Which. Parcae. Was not all that comfortable with, actually? It was her first time doing it for real, like actually having an honest bloodgusher to bloodgusher in PERSON and what if she messed up and was terrible and basically couldn't even help him in one little thing? Pripas was basically perfect at everything already when it came to being stable, right? While she was just always on the brink of falling apart, but managing to avoid it through sheer, iron self-control.

She swallowed thickly, motioning to the pile. Maybe a trifle lamely.

"So. Um. Cuddles?"

[PRIPAS SHACHA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background-color: #EFEFEF; border-left: #242424 10px solid; border-top: #242424 70px solid; border-radius: 8px 8px 0px 8px;] WORDS idk TAGS parcaeee NOTES 8luh ❝ [style=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]T hat sucked. That sucked a lot. Pripas could always deal with not doing that sort of thing ever again. The thing was huge, and Pripas didn't quite anticipate that it would seem like it took for-fucking-ever. But, that's what moirails do. And Pripas was a patient sort of troll. One who could wait. But he could pluck feathers while he did so. He tried and tried to not get blood on his hands, but soon it became a rather futile effort and he simply assumed he would be rather bloody for quite some time, at least until he cleaned himself. Which would end up being very soon after Parcae left, or perhaps with Parcae still there. Not in the shower, together, of course, that was something moirails didn't do. Despite himself, Pripas knew he wouldn't be filling any buckets with Parcae. That was reserved for Joarst and whoever became his kismesis. Which was a topic he'd have to broach, for sure. She gestured to the pile and brought up the subject of cuddling, to which Pripas nodded, immediately and carefully testing the pile to make sure it wasn't going to fall apart the second he got in it. It held, which was a good thing, but Pripas didn't exactly weigh anything. "Would you like to start first? I don't have very many pressing problems, myself. Or, we could talk about... Matches. For you. Quadrant-wise." Pripas grinned wider. This was his specialty. He could only hope that she'd want to talk about quadrants, but he could settle for her life. Pripas thought talking about himself would be incredibly boring, what with his life with Joarst taking up any and all free time. [/style] ❞ I RECLAIMED THE USE OF MY IMAGINATION FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, I'VE YET TO KNOW BUT I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND ME; I GUESS THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THINGS RIGHT.

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