a nice warm bowl of mac and ghoulda

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"Speech!"

Like his brother, Macabre was also steadily on the mend. His rattling, body-shaking coughs were reduced to throaty coughs and sniffles, and his own broken leg was nothing more than a mobile but stiff limb. He padded with Ghoul at his pace, still gingerly placing weight on his own paws after being rather immobile himself. The bandages on his face were removed after the infection cleared, revealing a puffy, red healing gash that sickeningly curled over his blinded, milky eyeball. That was another adjustment; being half blind meant he needed to watch his blind side. Thus, he stuck next to Ghoul with his disabled half facing his side, so as to be covered.

They reached the territory Medusa had claimed, curiosity glinting in his one silver eye. What an interesting territory..not very practical, but Mac wasn’t very practical either! Instead of staring at the bubbling mush in disgust, Mac’s tail wagged behind him, his grin widening upon his lips. I mean, nobody said Mac was picky. Or refined. Or thought carefully before acting.

Reaching down on the edge of the tar pool, Mac grabbed a glub of the bubbling goop, feeling it stick and glob on his paws as he slapped a dripping, nasty pie of sorts. A mud pie..but made of tar. He showed it to Ghoul, practically beaming.

"I dunno Ghoul, but look! Tar pie!"