the mud was cool here, almost firm ground until you found your paws sinking into it. valo-kas foraged like a dirty, oozing hog, shoving their face into it to pry free the squirming bodies of worms that hid there.
it was part of the look. the nasty one. sure, worms were also tasty, but the look mattered too. like any good venomous beast, valo-kas was brightly colored, leaking a bubblegum pink Do Not Disturb sign, but people were stupid. people would ignore red flags. they’d even ignore pink ones. too many weirdos had a thing for bad people.
gross people though? yucky ones? not even the freakiest hybristophile wanted to be around a bastard that was disgusting. valo wasn’t sure what had put that line of thinking in their head. after the memory loss, they lacked context for so many things. they didn’t want the answer, though. feared it would be a helluva lot worse than the habit itself. whatever their old mind knew, valo-kas didn’t think it was any of their current mind’s business.
valo-kas sucked down a pair of worms and gagged when they got stuck. spat the tangled bodies, gooey and glossy with blush-colored mucus, onto the wet ground only to eat them again, making sure to chew this time around. they knocked against a very muddy basket, the contents covered in a layer of bog muck. the gator offering basket, complete with bottles and scandalous poetry rendered illegible with drool and murk.
the search never panned out, but whatever. valo-kas stuck their face into a hole they scraped into the earth, nosing into the soil for another worm.
[member=67]beck.[/member]
it was part of the look. the nasty one. sure, worms were also tasty, but the look mattered too. like any good venomous beast, valo-kas was brightly colored, leaking a bubblegum pink Do Not Disturb sign, but people were stupid. people would ignore red flags. they’d even ignore pink ones. too many weirdos had a thing for bad people.
gross people though? yucky ones? not even the freakiest hybristophile wanted to be around a bastard that was disgusting. valo wasn’t sure what had put that line of thinking in their head. after the memory loss, they lacked context for so many things. they didn’t want the answer, though. feared it would be a helluva lot worse than the habit itself. whatever their old mind knew, valo-kas didn’t think it was any of their current mind’s business.
valo-kas sucked down a pair of worms and gagged when they got stuck. spat the tangled bodies, gooey and glossy with blush-colored mucus, onto the wet ground only to eat them again, making sure to chew this time around. they knocked against a very muddy basket, the contents covered in a layer of bog muck. the gator offering basket, complete with bottles and scandalous poetry rendered illegible with drool and murk.
the search never panned out, but whatever. valo-kas stuck their face into a hole they scraped into the earth, nosing into the soil for another worm.
[member=67]beck.[/member]
[align=center][b]IF GOD DOESN’T LIKE UGLY
THEN GOD DOESN’T LIKE ANYBODY
THEN GOD DOESN’T LIKE ANYBODY