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az
01-16-2023, 09:26 PM
TW// drugs
Forest around her. Forest above her. Nose to the ground, she was on the hunt. On the search. Atropos knew that this was probably the best place for it. Best place, but where? Where. Hm. She hummed softly to herself, feeling the chilly light of the afternoon on her back and shoulders. It wasn't so bad out here. Not so bad. No, Atropos was the bad out here. That was actually a pretty gratifying experience. Atropos could be the bad she wanted to see in the world. Though a mirthful smile played upon her lips, the reasoning behind it was less than pleasant. No one needed to know. It would be their little secret. Her secret little world in her secret little head. Brilliant gaze fixing on the ground, she would find it. She would find what she'd come out here for. Atropos was sure of it. Mushrooms, mushrooms All with their smells, their tastes, their earthen glory. Her tail wagged loosely at her haunches as she searched, keeping to the shadows beneath the trees. Keeping to the shadows. Atropos was safe in the shadows. There were drugs in the shadows. There were drugs here. Here's the thing: she didn't do drugs, she was drugs. She's the drugs. Shit, was she high right now? She's high so she can cope. She's high so she can cope with the horrors of the things she's caused, she's witnessed. She's high so she can plan what horrors to cause next. Atropos might actually be high because it's fun, but who would know the difference. The creature would be far more prickly when she was sober. Things were better this way. Better living through chemical intervention. Atropos would intervene only when necessary, after all. She is drugs. Ah, and she's found drugs! With a gentle grasp, the delicate creature snatched up one of the mushrooms-- red on the top, pale underneath. Her prize! Her prize, and there were a handful of them here. Perfect. Perfect. Just as in everything else, she was perfect. They'd make an excellent addition to her stash in her little hidey-hole. Stash them away. Stash herself away. What a way to spend a winter afternoon. atropos feelin like a freak on a leash you wanna see the light |