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We Aren’t Ready For This

Enki



Ghoul

"Sore Loser"

Loner

Master Hunter (305)

Master Fighter (440)

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age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
346
player
ghostliem

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Critical Attack!The Ooze Participant
07-07-2023, 08:04 AM


He is dozing when the sound of paws stepping toward him cause his ears to turn forward. Ghoul keeps his eyes closed, as if he doesn’t notice, but he is very aware of the pale boy that approaches. They are both pale in color, but in different manners - different fathers. Same mother though. This Ghoul knows. He can tell by the scent. It is familiar. He has met this one before, when he was really little. The memory plays in his mind. The bundle of younger siblings tumbling from his mother’s den. Ah, that mixture of emotion that had filled him back then - now gone. Emotion didn’t really bother him anymore.

There is a clearing of the other boy’s throat before asking if he needed help. One ruby eye slowly opens as it looks up at the monotone boy. “Help?” Ghoul asks in return, his own voice slow and somewhat grumbly. Seconds pass by as he remembers the hare that he had wished he could snag. He mulls over the question and wonders if his half-brother remembers him. They are similar in appearance, but different in age - different litters, different fathers, remember?

Instead, Ghoul exhales and lets one more beat of silence draw between them. It had been awhile, perhaps his brother didn’t remember him. “You’re the one she named Enki, yes?” He inquires as he lets his other ruby eye open so both of them are now trained on him. Like their mother, he is beginning to become sensitive to bright light. The plains offer no good shad so it is something he must adjust to. “I am your older half-brother, Ghoul,” he adds on, making sure to speak somewhat slowly so the boy can understand what he is telling him. It is then Ghoul wonders how many of the other litter ended up here since from his recollection… their mother had run away with the youngest to evade capture. Fuck him and Mac, right?

Ghoul Klein

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




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