04-22-2022, 04:10 PM
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the npc feline had been stalking him for hours. he knew it and he was sure that this little boarder patrol was about to become interesting. sure, one would think this loner would realize his cloak and staff meant something. what feral beast wore clothes? much less carried a weapon.
the pounce.
the little hamster ducked under a corpse in the nick of time. alas, he was not going to let this attack go un punished. as such, he waited until the feline was close to the corpses and he acted. dislodging a skull that was holding some corpses up. the bodied toppled onto the feline, but they were merely trapped.
he had his staff in his paw and he jabbed out. stabbing into the npc's eye. forcing it back into the brain and twisting until the feline fell still. then, he removed his staff and started cleaning the blood off. sighing softly and he looked at the dead loner. it was such a shame, but he could not show weakness in this place.
it was you or me. sorry. was all he said as he cleaned his staff from where he was perched on the head of the npc.
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MR. SNUGGLES — HAMSTER — MALE — 12 MONTHS — SINGLE — THE PITT
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #BF6900;"]now, the little male did look like food. he always had all his life. the fact he was a smaller being often made others think he was food. the male always had his guard up and thank god he did.the npc feline had been stalking him for hours. he knew it and he was sure that this little boarder patrol was about to become interesting. sure, one would think this loner would realize his cloak and staff meant something. what feral beast wore clothes? much less carried a weapon.
the pounce.
the little hamster ducked under a corpse in the nick of time. alas, he was not going to let this attack go un punished. as such, he waited until the feline was close to the corpses and he acted. dislodging a skull that was holding some corpses up. the bodied toppled onto the feline, but they were merely trapped.
he had his staff in his paw and he jabbed out. stabbing into the npc's eye. forcing it back into the brain and twisting until the feline fell still. then, he removed his staff and started cleaning the blood off. sighing softly and he looked at the dead loner. it was such a shame, but he could not show weakness in this place.
it was you or me. sorry. was all he said as he cleaned his staff from where he was perched on the head of the npc.
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