Doodads and Thingies

The woman was a creature of the night. She did not socialize with others much and when she did it did not go along well. Her mind was frequently on rewind or fastforward. She could not handle to much social activity due to her lack of cooth. The girl bonked her head and was now nuts. It was sad but true. One fall and her world was turned upside down. She went from being just Canttina to a killer. She was angry at the world. Confused. She had no clue what happened and had no way of finding out. She sought out a new land and came here. But, she was just trapped within her own mind. She was surrounded by bad habits and urges. She wanted to slaughter, torture, and lust. The girl was a sinner with no saint.

She looked back to see that he did not follow her. She pouted for a moment as she turned back around. Her paws were firmly planted on the cold material the formation was made of. It was hard and firm. It confused her even more but the woman hadn't a care. Her eyes connected with his as words spewed from his feeding hole. He was polite, to polite. He thought he was crazy, unstable, insane. Oh, she was. But, the woman was not one to just .. attack. She plotted, schemed, and killed. The girl slithered close but stayed a good five feet away and shrugged. Oh you whimp!


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