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IT'S THE GUILLOTINE CAPITOL!!! heyy besties i talk about patapon & my fan prequel thing??? Bad Omens here

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welcome to my sick and twisted mind

patapon sideblog for @sewer-sermon, reblogs from @sewer-sermon-rb !!

certified karmenliker ^q^ they r most of what i talk about here!! check out the tag #ptp bad omens to see my lil fan project

blog is not very active anymore but i may come back to it every now and then :3

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why would you say that man

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tumblr user @flicks-random-stuff got me feelin hella normal abt my own headcanons rn. anyways what if the patapons and karmens were originally the same people huh. what if, in the ensuing bloody schism that divided them, the karmens had to lose so much family, and likewise the patapons? what if they had to fight their own mothers, brothers, children, etc? watch them leave, bedraggled and defeated, uncertain if they'd even last on the sea? what then, hum?

this is stuff ive technically been suggesting for as long as ive owned this account (bc its part of bad omens lore) but y'know. LOL. So like

step out into the new normal,

embrace the day with your new shame

goodbye to those who cannot join us,

their voices are still heard in every word that we say

blaahh. Do you get me

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CHAT IS THIS REAL? COMPUTER. ENHANCE IMAGE.

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FUUUUUUUUUUCK This is kind of awesome.

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CHAT IS THIS REAL? COMPUTER. ENHANCE IMAGE.

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deceiving, foul thing

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whiteboard occurrence (ft @flicks-random-stuff drew The Hero)

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Hi everyone

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every so often im reminded of this guy

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thinking about him

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finally got off my ass and did some writing!! blurb that takes place before the Karmen tribe was even a thought in anyone's mind- ormen and nomen meet for the first time and kimen's there a little bit too

Metal clashed metal, weapons meeting shields. The sun scorned battlefield lay barren under their feet, parched earth allowed only to sip on the sweet red wine that flowed freely from future scars. These ruined lands had been the final destination of many a soldier, and like clockwork, they prepared to take another young life as he lay bloodied and bruised against a cold, hard rock. His medic tended his side feverishly, determined to save what had already slipped between his fingers.

"Kim, chill out, I'm fine!! It's just a little cut- you seriously don't have to worry." The Chigyobi huffed, swatting at his younger sibling. The fidgety Kanokko squeaked and stumbled back. "But Nom-- it's bleeding!! What if it gets infected?? At least let me bandage you up…!!" They pleaded, ears pinned flat backwards, pulling their best puppydog eye. Nom snickered a little, slightly amused with the insistence of the aspiring nurse. "...Yeah, okay, fine." He offered out his injured arm to the deer, who immediately set to work dressing the minor wound, muttering excited little 'thank you's all the while. 

"You know I'm gonna get a billion more of these every time I spar, right? Your fur's gonna be grey as slate by tomorrow if you worry over every little one like that." He pointedly flipped his tail, playfully ruffling Kim's fur between their antler stumps. "Well-- m-maybe I wouldn't hafta worry about you if you weren't so-- dumb, and, and-"

"Oh, shush. I aced the entry exam for training, didn't I??" He interrupted, lifting the deer up under their arms mid-bandaging and shaking them around. Kim squawked in alarm, squirming and kicking and unable to bite back amused giggles as his older brother teased and shook him about like a ragdoll. "P-PUT ME DOWN- I DIDN'T GET TO FINIIISH-"

It would have to remain that way for the time being- the soldiers overseeing training suddenly gave the signal that break was over. The Chigyobi sat his brother down on the ground and collected his wooden axe and shield. "Gotta get back on the field- cheer for me, alright??" He chimed to Kim, flashing a smile before hustling back to the group of young Pons being partnered off at random. 

"I-If you say so-!!" Kim's voice was small, and barely travelled the increasing distance between them and their brother. They fiddled anxiously with their ear, their mind immediately overtaken once again with worried thoughts. As capable as their brother was, they also weren't exactly wrong when they insulted his intelligence earlier- overconfident was perhaps a kinder term. He was just too sure of himself- he never worried about anything! The fish could dance at the edge of a cliff without the thought of slipping and falling so much as crossing his mind until he was halfway to the bottom. Even Kim knew they could be irrational at times, but they'd rather be irrational than… under-rational. They just hated to see their brother hurt. Maybe that's why he downplayed his injuries so often- trying to give them less to worry about! They groaned out loud, yanking on their ears. GAH, WHY DOES THEIR BRAIN HAVE TO GIVE THEM SO MANY PROBLEMS ALL THE TIME???

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Nom was well appreciated among soldiers and classmates alike for his amicable nature- it was jokingly said that he should've been a Kibapon instead of a Tatepon, since his friendly aura alone could make the most disagreeable kiba in the stable docile. It was the hope of his overseers that the same rang true for rebellious students- hence why Nom found himself paired off with a particularly unpopular Fumya. The undersized trainee shot him a glare packed with enough venom to put a Manboth on it's knees, gripping his axe concerningly tight.

Nom chuckled nervously- he'd heard rumors here and there about Ormen- just about everyone had by now- but he never read into gossip too much, especially the unfairly negative type. Even the kind of rumors that suggested he once jammed a spear right into someone's eye for asking him about the weather down there, or that he'd made insulting remarks about the Almighty on several occasions and still hadn't repented for a single one. That was all just hearsay, and what did it matter if it was true or not? Maybe he was having a bad day when he poked someone in the eye, or maybe his criticisms of their God had some merit, and everyone was just too stuck up to care.

That being said, he had barely noticed he already had his shield up to his face as the training overseers went over instruction. You know, just in case.

"So, uh… how about this weather, huh?" Nom tried, hoping to start off with something polite, and immediately wanting to kick himself. Oh my god, why was that the first thing to fly out of his mouth. His shield moved just a smidgen closer to cover his eye. "Uh… did you do those piercings yourself?? They go great with your eye color, haha-"

"....Shut up. I just wanna get this over with." Ormen hissed in response, bringing his axe to the ready. "Noted! I totally get those Monday blues!! We'll be done in a jiffy, haha!!!" It was Wednesday, and Nom was suddenly beginning to wonder if Kim was justified in worrying for him. Sure, the cat was far smaller than him, and he was top of the class when it came to strength, but didn't that just make him a bigger, slower target? 

The soldiers gave the signal to begin, and once again the sound of clanking and thumping weapons filled the air. Ormen clearly didn't need to be told twice, charging forward and swinging his axe hard. Luckily, it embedded itself harmlessly in Nom's shield. The Chigyobi was impressed with the knockback he experienced, struggling to steady himself. However, he noted the motion of the swing was rather sloppy- and, since the axe was now stuck, his adversary was just as good as unarmed. 

He spun on his heel, using his large tail to his advantage and slamming it into Ormen's side. His axe was dislodged, as were his feet from the soil they were dug into, and he was sent rolling on his side with a yowl. "Careful with your swing- you wanna drive with your left hand!" The Chigyobi called to his partner, hoping the friendly criticism might resolve any bad blood building up between them. 

He hadn't accounted for how fast someone could recover from a fall when they were angry- his pupil constricted fearfully as he saw Ormen already back on his feet and charging again. This time, his shock made him slow to ready his shield- he had to block with the hilt of his weapon instead, and another swing knocked it straight out of his hand. He ducked to retrieve it, muttering a frantic curse under his breath and cringing as he felt the blade of a wooden axe just barely brush the scales on the back of his head. 

"You're dead." Ormen spoke dryly, and Nom nearly forgot that was customary when you'd bested your partner in training- every scenario they practiced was meant to mimic a real combat scenario as closely as possible. Losing meant dying on the field- apprentices were strongly reminded this by their overseers, but between classmates it was almost a sort of joke. It was… sort of hard to take it as a joke when he said it like that.

"I-I guess I am. Hah…" Nom panted, carefully rolling over and ever so lightly pushing the sharpened tip of Ormen's axe away from his very vulnerable and very large eye, prompting the Fumya to grudgingly lower it. "...Nice, uh- nice job out there. You're pretty quick on your feet… resourceful, too. Y'really just have to get your swing down- and timing."

"...Why are you still talking to me?" Ormen asked. Though he sounded angry- Nom noticed just about everything he said sort of came out angry, and wondered if it was just his voice- there was a tinge of genuine confusion in his voice that wasn't typically present in sarcastic remarks. "Like, we're done this session. Don't you wanna go chatter with your friends or whatever?"

Nom just sort of shrugged, pushing to his feet and abandoning his weapon and shield in the dirt. "We finished early, so I got time to kill. Plus, I can talk to those guys whenever I want- but, y'know, this is the first time we got partnered up, so I figured I'd get t'know someone new today! I'm Nom! Aaand you arree…?"

The tiny runt stared at the hand offered to him like it was made of snakes, and it's owner wasn't the slightest bit phased about it. "Uh- Ormen. You- haven't already heard of me-?" Very warily, he dropped his axe to accept the shake, his previous fury cooled down to outright befuddlement. 

Yeah, he absolutely knew who this guy was- but he certainly didn't wanna give him any more reason to mark him down as another enemy. And he did feel a twinge of pity for the Fumya- he certainly didn't have any friends to go back and chat with after this session. His name alone kept people away from him- for some reason, the tribe was convinced he was little more than a bad omen, that the very act of keeping him alive spelled their future downfall, and so it was foolish to welcome something so grave into their ranks with open arms. Though he wasn't physically branded, that name might as well have rendered him so.

"Nnnope! Never have, ahah!! Glad I did, though- seriously, I wasn't kidding about your piercings. Think you could do me like that?" The fish inquired, presenting a nervous smile. "You… don't have ears." The fellow Rarepon replied, deadpan, his hands silently moving to one of the heavy gold bands piercing his large ears to fidget with it. It sort of reminded the Chigyobi of Kim. "Well duh- I think I'd look pretty silly with ears- but y'could pierce my fin! It's basically the same thing!" 

"Wouldn't that mess up your swimming, though? You guys are, like… built to be streamline. Something weighted would just put drag on you… and you'd get eaten by a crocodile 'cause you couldn't swim away fast enough." Was that supposed to be a joke? Nom hoped it was- though the mental image made him shudder a bit, he laughed alongside the tiny snicker Ormen gave. At least he was trying! 

"Alright, fine, maybe just a bracelet! Those aren't so permanent- I could just slip it off when I get in th' water. Ooh- maybe we could get matching ones!! And engrave em with something cute- wait, aren't those just wedding bands?"

"Yeah, I guess sSO--" The Fumya nearly choked on air, tail bushing out behind him as he fought desperately for his life over how off-guard he'd been caught by such a casual statement. Nom just chuckled again- he was glad someone appreciated his humor! Though as he watched Ormen literally asphyxiate, he didn't realize it was that funny. Maybe he just didn't hear too many jokes… maybe that was why he was so goddang grumpy.

The soldiers called time- the last session of the day was over, and it was time to start returning to the barracks for a closing evaluation. "Whoops, sounds like that's it! Hey- maybe I can catch ya later for lunch? My lil' sibling's gonna be with me- but y'know, maybe you two have something in common! I wouldn't mind the extra company, really- up to you."

Ormen glanced up at Nom, speechless (and not just from nearly choking to death)- before he could wrack his brain for some kind of response, the Tatepon was already walking away. "Hope I see ya there!" He called over his shoulder. The runt was left alone, like he usually was- though something about this time was different. He'd never had an interaction so positive with a fellow trainee, or anyone in the tribe, really- aside from Hero and Meden. This was certainly a first, and it left him with several feelings he had no idea how to deal with. But among them was a faint, pure joy- that, he realized, required very little to manage. All he had to do… was savor it. 

With an extra pep in his step, holding his head high, he made off to join everyone else at the barracks, ears perked and tail happily swishing behind him all the merry way.

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"Nom, he was gonna kill you- I-I saw the way he had that axe over your head!! He was gonna kill you, and- probably bury your stuff in the woods, where nobody would ever find it-!!" Kim fretted as they struggled to keep up with their brother's stride. "Kim, you worry too much. He probably just got too into it, y'know? And even if he killed me, everyone woulda saw- I know for a fact you of all Pons wouldn't just… not tell an overseer or somethin'! Would've been kinda stupid on everyone's part, y'know?"

Kim had to force themselves to stop and realize their brother was right, as much as they hated it. Still… maybe he was just too cautious, but he didn't like what he saw during that session. That Fumya was too rough- too eager to start, and downright scary once he got going. Sure, he was all buddy buddy after the fact, but isn't any great serial killer if they don't want to look suspicious? Maybe it wasn't him who worried too much- maybe Nom was too trusting of scary little signs from the Almighty of horrible death and destruction. 

"Nngjgh- f-fine, if you say so- but I don't like it too much. I-It just… doesn't sit with me. In my gut. A-And I trust my gut- I called that storm a few days ago, didn't I?? 'Cause my gut told me so!!" The Kanokko insisted. Their brother just laughed, ruffling their ears. "Maybe you ate some bad meat, and your gut's just mad about it. C'mon, Kim- can't you have a little faith in me? I'm your brother- we're supposed to believe in eachother, y'know?"

Finally, the little deer gave with a sigh. "...Okay, I guess I trust you… sorry for doubting you, Nom… I didn't mean it like that, I just--" "You don't have to be sorry! You just have to relax and stop letting paranoia and all that junk get to ya. Y'know- you'll be happier that way! And maybe you'll start growing a little better, you're practically the side of a Babatto." 

"...Yeah… if you say so." Kim fought back another apology and forced a smile for his brother, who scooped him up and swung him around to help get his mind off things. "Hey-!! Put me doowwn- don't think I forgot about your arm!!!" Kim laughed. "Oh yeah? How're ya gonna reach it when I've got you all the way up there??" Nom teased. The two carried on together, eventually forgetting their worries on their way to the barracks. 

Tomorrow was a new day, and hopefully one that brought good tidings with it. 

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amusing thing ive thought about before: the reason ormen goes on about shit like "THE PRINCESS WILL BE MINE!" is a very bad attempt at hiding the fact that he's fruity as fuck

"YEAH I LOVE WOMEN SO MUCH I PUT THIS ONE IN AN EGG SO I COULD MARRY HER!!! STOP LAUGHING. SHUT UP I HATE YOU ALL SO MUCH"

don't have any funny drawings to go with this but i do have this tangentially related image

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where did the years go?

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hello patapon community what if you were god who was a scallop butterfly eyeball monstrosity

here's some attempts at what the almighty might look like. this is what living in the light from the tboi ost does to people

if eye count denotes power (almost all of the bosses can be assumed to have at least two eyes) then God should have all of them ! hence being a scallop (also butterflies seem to be of some religious importance to Patapons)

+bonus shitpost doodles

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this is how that mother fucker dettankarmen's built

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HELLO TUMBLR today i will be actually talking about bad omens & all my weird made up lore for ormen karmen instead of just drawing vague things related to it

ive been kinda on the fence about whether or not i should explain the entire thing bc i wanted it to be a written project where i gradually reveal things, but since i haven't started on an ounce of writing since i first came up with the idea and unfortunately probably won't anytime soon, i thought itd at least help to get all the lore on the table! this is probably going to end up a very long, messy, glorified ramble session, but i hope it at least helps my posts make more sense!!!!

so what's ormen karmens deal huh? what's up with that weird little idiot you draw all the time

TLDR;

ormen was a fumya who's birth came right before a really bad hurricane that did major damage to patapole & it's inhabitants. at a time where signs from the almighty were taken very literally, everyone assumed his existence was a bad omen & Meden and the Hero barely managed to stop them from murdering him to make their god happy again! as he gets older he meets kim, huk & nom, three rarepons who actually sort of listen to him when he rants about how Suck and Dumb the tribe is. they form a rebel group together with some slipshod equipment and use inanimate masks to differentiate themselves from the rest of the tribe. the rebels are captured at some point and brought back to patapole to be put on trial for trying to Fuck Shit Up™, but huk breaks specifically ormen out and the two run away for a bit together to try and figure out how to fix things. eventually they come to the conclusion that they simply won't be powerful enough to overthrow their captors on their own- ormen invites the demon Dettankarmen into the realm and sells he & his friends souls to it in exchange for a steady supply of power. Dettankarmen has bigger plans for their new tribe- a series of events leads to the shattering of the world egg, where akumapons and karmens swarm Patapole and flush almost every Patapon out of the island through violence (except for one, the Hero, who was given a mask to forget his guilt and was simply left behind to wander until the events of pata2)

THE WAY LONGER VERSION (IM SO SORRY)

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!! BASICALLY! back when the Patapon tribe was still in their prime, they were a little less friendly to eachother and their neighbors (judging by what they did to the ah oohs, and the fact that zigatons have an entire prophecy stating if they march they're just gonna fuck everything up) and they interpreted signs from the almighty very seriously. so like, one day this little asshole runt fumya got popped out of the mater tree, and on the same day, an awful storm tore up the island- it wrecked hunting parties, made an absolute mess of villages n huts, the whole nine yards, yeah? so, everyone's all frazzled and assumes the Almighty's real mad at them, and everyone's thoughts kinda snowball and it leads up to everyone concluding the Almighty's discheesed with the runt born from mater and assume they have to sacrifice him to make things better again!

meden and the Hero step in at the last second before any physical harm can be done to that Fumya, and just barely manage to convince everyone that they don't have to kill him violently to get God off their asses. the tribe's still wary of him though, and names him Ormen after a twist on Omen.

while physical harm was prevented, emotional harm sure wasn't!!! Ormen grows up around his tribe feeling very alienated, confused and angry from his first memories- he develops a temper and a tendency to second guess everything that generally just makes others want to stay away from him more. the Hero and Meden try to do their best to be parental figures in his life, but it only half works and eventually they conclude their intervention is only weighing him down and leave him completely alone.

when he's old enough to begin training, he ends up making three halfway friends- Nom the Chigyobi, Kim the Kanokko & Huk the Sabara! Nom is the only one he's actually close to out of the three- Kim is Nom's brother and follows him everywhere, so they just sorta side eye eachother like nervous dogs all the time, and Huk just likes having people to complain to and takes interest in Ormen's general views on Earthend and the Almighty. (to summarize those views- "theyre fucking stupid lol")

after a bit Ormen starts tossing the idea around of forming their own tribe to his friends, sick of pointless war and following a god that would have had him killed for being born in the wrong place at the wrong time. when he tries to express these views to the Hero and Meden, they seem to brush him off with halfhearted reassurance, and the rest of the tribe already collectively decided they don't like him much, so no point in talking to them. his friends listen, though- all for their own reasons, they find something they agree with in his words, and begin to conspire together.

one day, he has enough, and convinces the three to leave with him in the middle of the night to start their own tribe. four barely functioning teenagers, lost in the wilderness- it goes about as well as you would expect for them! after several near death experiences, the exhausted gang decides they aren't cut out for it and starts to hoof it back home. before they can completely admit defeat, though, they find something rather strange waiting for them- a small, ragtag group of pons that heard about their disappearance and wanted to tag along. apparently, they aren't as alone as they thought in their feelings.

now they can all find a place away from Patapole to camp out together, sneaking supplies out and beginning work on a place of their own to live in!! unfortunately, word travels fast around the city and a patrol group sets out to find their missing trainees. the makeshift base is discovered, and in a single moment of impulse, the new tribe decides to stand their ground and actually fight the concerned patrol group attempting to drag them all back home!

the patrol group was relatively unarmed, so the tribe barely manages to fight them off into retreating- however, soon they return with reinforcements, and the poorly trained rebels are swiftly defeated and taken into custody.

now this whole time, Huk's been tagging along with the single goal in mind of power. his hope is that if a new tribe forms, he'll become second in command of it, and eventually take over as leader- he's been given the shaft in favor of the Hero, a fellow Sabara, for so long that all he wants is to be in the spotlight. he's a Mahopon, but he has a very loose grip on his magic- conveniently, he only manages to break himself and Ormen out of their temporary cells, running away with him so that they can figure out how to break the rest of their group free and causing the trial to be postponed until they're found.

after a bit of back and forth, they realize that none of them are exactly... fighting fit, really. few of them have actually graduated training yet- there's no way they'll be able to fight off future squads the way they are now, and they probably won't have another chance to train. it's unclear who's idea it was, but one way or another, the idea gets in their heads to invite a demon into the realm- the demon of masks, Dettankarmen- and strike up a deal with it.

surprisingly, this works! Dettankarmen hears their woes out, and in their problem they see a solution to their own. they want to free all demons from hell to let them roam freely, but to do that, a mortal would have to break the World Egg- and here are a couple of mortal chumps, just begging to be pawns!

they agree to supply the tribe with power- the masks they wear act as a binding contract, keeping them tied to Dettankarmen's power and influence. what none of them know is that the masks are specially designed to neuter their common sense a bit, and give them sort of a brainfog over their memories, the kind you get when you're particularly stressed- this makes for a far more easily manipulated tribe.

completely clueless, Ormen seals the deal with Dettankarmen and takes up the title of Karmen, officiating the tribe's existence. one very violent prison break later, the Karmens regroup at their destroyed base, and begin to rebuild- when the next squadron is sent out to recapture them, they hold their own, again and again.

the Patapons grow uncomfortable and restless with the idea of competition forming right outside their city walls- and of course, everyone's problems fall on the Hero!!! he was the one that advocated for Ormen's life all that time ago, and now look where that's gotten everyone!

the final straw comes when the Karmens launch a sneak attack in the middle of the night that ends in the capture of the Patapon Princess. Dettankarmen's plan is quickly falling into motion- they use her as bait at the world egg, and the tribe forces the Hero out to go and retrieve her.

when he shatters it, Akumapons, now able to walk the earth freely, begin to swarm. Dettankarmen promised them Patapole as a place to stay, so long as they were able to take hold of it- they waste absolutely no time in doing so, and with Karmen aid, a full scale invasion begins. the Hero's unable to make it back to his city to help his people fend the beasts off though, because Ormen is currently trying to dispose of him and is terrifyingly good at that!!!

Dettankarmen observes the fight go nowhere for quite some time, as the two are evenly matched- once they become bored of it, they intervene to point out that in the distance, Patapole has already surrendered. The Hero failed. there's nothing left worth fighting for.

overcome with grief and the crushing weight of defeat, he's barely mentally present when the demon begins to make him an offer. he could forget his guilt, start again, get a second chance to make it up to his tribe- all he has to do is put on this completely unsuspecting mask, and everything will clear itself up!

he wastes no time in donning it, and just like that? boom, Memory Gone. all he's left with is a lingering sense of dread and the knowledge that he's to serve his tribe, but in all the confusion, he can't catch up with the last of them as the joint Akumapon-Karmen forces push the remaining Pons on the island to sea, fleeing by boat to safer lands.

once the dust settles, Patapole is under Karmen control, shared by Akumapons. Ormen Karmen has everything he ever wanted- his own tribe, far, far from the Patapons and their Almighty that wronged him so. he's finally won a hollow victory, and he can't place why he feels so damn guilty about it... he can barely even remember what he was fighting for to begin with. Nomen, Hukmen and Kimen become his closest underlings- Hukmen resides over financial decisions and political whatnot, Kimen functions as the head doctor, and Hukmen trains soldiers for combat.

Every night, Dettankarmen paces the length of the city's border, keeping watch for all that would seek to steal their tribe away from them and obliterating any threats with ease. Unlike their tether, Ormen, they're finally satisfied with the state of their living, and they bear a twisted sense of pride for their actions.

...it's only a shame none of it lasted, as the serpent consumes her tail. many, many years in the future, a ship sets sail for the shores of it's old home.

.....AAAND THAT ABOUT DOES IT! that's all the juice i have for one post- i still have so so much more to share, and i could go on about the individual characters all fuckin' day- if you guys actually liked this read, I could consider making similar posts pertaining to the individuals!! terribly, terribly sorry for how long that was- i am awful at keeping things concise, if you couldn't guess already!!!