Master Builder & shroom eater
Mac
11-19-2021, 09:03 PM
Mac couldn’t help but grin at his older brother’s comments about his observations, save for his assumption about the crystals. It made sense to him that the crystals looked hard as rocks - therefore the creatures that foraged on the vegetation here wouldn’t be able to bite into them. His grey eyes shimmered in thought. Hmm. Misery was good at poking holes in his logic at times, but it was necessary to develop his mind. Or something like that.
When the ghost creature came about, Mac had no idea how to react, but his brither explained it was a "ghost beaver". A ghost? Those were things that were long dead but still roamed the land, right? He’d heard about them because Ghoul’s name was similar to the word ‘ghost’, though a ghoul was a different type of ghost entirely. Not that he cared much about the differences - point was that this spirit was very odd looking. "A beaver?" He asked, scrunching up his face as he attempted to figure out why it looked so odd. It had a flat tail and a face like a squirrel’s. "It looks funny," He added. Children were painfully honest, and Mac was no exception.
It did surprise the speckled child when the beaver appeared sentient, responding to Misery’s questions. It spoke of white mushrooms, or, the "white ones". But the mushrooms here were all colorful and glowy - or as the ghost called them, "plague mushrooms" - the only kind he knew. Whatever world this ghost was referring to, in Mac’s mind, was as strange as this world was to the older wolves.
It continued to blabber on about how they needed to pour saltwater on the mushrooms, and how the bioluminescent fungi were to blame for the way of the world right now. Macabre snorted softly under his breath. Since when did a ghost know anything? Wasn’t it just a retelling of how the creature was in its life? Or at least, that’s what he had heard, but maybe some ghosts were different then others. He turned to Misery once the spirit finished speaking, also having blocked out parts of its rambling. "Where can you even get saltwater?" Wasn’t it water that was salty? Where did one even acquire it? The boy was left with more questions than answers after the encounter. He was sure Misery knew more than he did, or maybe he just as confused.
When the ghost creature came about, Mac had no idea how to react, but his brither explained it was a "ghost beaver". A ghost? Those were things that were long dead but still roamed the land, right? He’d heard about them because Ghoul’s name was similar to the word ‘ghost’, though a ghoul was a different type of ghost entirely. Not that he cared much about the differences - point was that this spirit was very odd looking. "A beaver?" He asked, scrunching up his face as he attempted to figure out why it looked so odd. It had a flat tail and a face like a squirrel’s. "It looks funny," He added. Children were painfully honest, and Mac was no exception.
It did surprise the speckled child when the beaver appeared sentient, responding to Misery’s questions. It spoke of white mushrooms, or, the "white ones". But the mushrooms here were all colorful and glowy - or as the ghost called them, "plague mushrooms" - the only kind he knew. Whatever world this ghost was referring to, in Mac’s mind, was as strange as this world was to the older wolves.
It continued to blabber on about how they needed to pour saltwater on the mushrooms, and how the bioluminescent fungi were to blame for the way of the world right now. Macabre snorted softly under his breath. Since when did a ghost know anything? Wasn’t it just a retelling of how the creature was in its life? Or at least, that’s what he had heard, but maybe some ghosts were different then others. He turned to Misery once the spirit finished speaking, also having blocked out parts of its rambling. "Where can you even get saltwater?" Wasn’t it water that was salty? Where did one even acquire it? The boy was left with more questions than answers after the encounter. He was sure Misery knew more than he did, or maybe he just as confused.
i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill