don't eat the yellow snow
Mort!
05-21-2020, 03:34 AM
Malalia was making steady progress towards the tree, snickering internally as she pictured that kind, sweet face of his scrunching in disgust as he rolled himself in cow dung. Fresh cow dung, to be exact. Ahhh, she couldn't wait for that victorious moment. Mort would never live it down, and she wouldn't let him.
....But why was there suddenly no air in the world?
She was gasping for breath, a heavy weight pressing down on her, limbs flailing to the sides, and oh yeah, she remembered: an overgrown wolf pup had tackled her, summarily sitting on her goddamned back. Mal felt the bruise of the impact, the slush that clung cold and wet to her underside, and the overwhelming rage that stemmed from her immediate defeat by the Armada heir. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, she bucked upwards, and tossed the winged wolf off of her back in a solemn cry: "UGH! MORTIS!!!"
She lost. She really fucking lost, hadn't she?
CHAMPION: MORTIS FATALIS!!!