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Ghoul

"Sore Loser"

Somnium

Master Hunter (305)

Master Fighter (440)

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age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
33
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
352
player
Bunni

Dream WeaverSamhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipVengeanceUnderachieverDouble Master
OverachieverHow many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! By the skin of my teethOoh La La1KCritical Fail!
Critical Attack!The Ooze Participant
03-10-2023, 07:44 PM


Ghoul wasn't sure if he should be disgusted or amused. The way the tiny girl danced on her toes as she watched him dress the hare was comical if not strange. Yet, he was what some would call friends with Medus and his brother Macabre so strange was normal. And though his claws were not as sharp as a feline's, he had spent many months recuperating in a den with only his caimans and Macabre for company so filing his claws was one of the very few things he was capable of doing. Plus it meant that he could skin a hare without tools or having to carry it back home.

Glancing at her as he finished, he raised a brow that clearly stated he was curious. "My brother and I are proficient hunters and have much skill in skinning and stuffing," he mentioned before his jaw dropped a little bit. As the innards hit the ground with a splat, he watched with those bright ruby eyes as the girl dove in. Never in his life had he heard such animalistic noises before. Even his own companions had better manners than that. Once more, Ghoul was unsure if he should be disgusted or amused. Blowing out a breath of air, he waited for the little pipsqueak to finish scarfing down every bit she wanted.

Words would not suffice to describe how his stomach currently felt. Really, he was awestruck as he watched the puke-green goblin of a girl stretch and sigh before plopping down against his hip. He hadn't even had a chance to do much else before she was cuddling his own tail like a pillow and introducing herself as Cricket. "Like the bug?" He questioned with another raised brow. Ninety-nine percent of him wanted to stand up and punt the girl across the basin. It was that one percent that kept him still in place. Maybe she would provide useful for something. Releasing his own sigh, Ghoul turned to finish what was left of the hare. "They call me Ghoul," the boy finally adds before digging into his portion of the snack.

Ghoul Klein

Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.