Runaway

What's your favorite food?

Meat. Raw. It's part of my diet and hunting out here you tend to get alot of it.

.... lucky.

Oh? How does it seem lucky?

Ahh... My body, despite being a predator beastkin, isn't designed for raw meat. Not... Animal at least Do you know how much I crave to actually eat raw meat?

There's always ways around something...Even if it means alterations to a dress so to say.

How would I get around this..? I mean.. I'd love to hear any of your ideas... If you have any of course. As I said, I can eat ahem. Certain type of flesh but it's not- scratching in the right place.

Well first of all one would have to tell me the exact reason why you can't stomach it. Get to the point? Then you can know how to treat it.

Well I mean.. it's not like that I don't want too! The actual consumption is fine- but... Right after it always... Comes back up. It's like my stomach literally isn't designed for it. My stomach is like... A humans basically.

Well perhaps your more human genetics are involved with this after all beastkins are a consistancy of human and beast DNA.

However...I have been doing some tests...Perhaps you would be interested in them? I was once a surgeon after all

Hm well... That might be true actually. Not only are beastkins made up of human and beast DNA, my mother was a human after all. I can only assume my bio father is the reason why I'm a beastkin... Ahem.

If you do not mind me asking, what kind of tests are you thinking of doing? I'm interested, of course! I cannot help but to be curious.

Biological and genetics testing. It would be to see what your stomach can tolerate and how it functions. Nothing completely bad no?

Hm... well... it doesn't seem completely bad. Not at all. It sounds interesting honestly... Yeah, I'm interested. Is there any you'd like to meet me? Or do I come to you?

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Gmh... How did I know that you were up to something regarding the fallen, dear? I can't wait to see how this goes...

- 👁️

Oh I have no idea what you are on about...~

Ohoh, naughty kitty~ Lying, I see? Oh, I'll play along. You do have a little someone there, hm?~

It's so exciting.

Who knows. I have a few beings around all the time, no?

Ha! You do. Oh, so many people want to visit you, dear. Including me. Ghn, should I get more specific then?

Hm... Let me see... The one missing a wing? Who is damned to walk here?

They want to see me but never do. I prefer my own self isolation.

Hm..No I don't think so.

You live certainly far from civilization... I say you do enjoy your self isolation. I do miss mine quite a bit...

Oh, lies dear. Lies. I just want to feast on the misery that you cause him... I'd also like to see you work.

He is misery. He's full of misery. He is nothing but misery. I try to end the misery but he never succumbs. However this helps alot with my research. I can keep cutting him open and seeing what's inside.

I'm almost insulted that you tried to end this being of pure misery... Do you know how long one full of misery can sustain me? Hmmh... good thing this being can't really die, no? Maybe that adds to it... What have you found about him? I'm curious to say the least...

What's your favorite food?

Meat. Raw. It's part of my diet and hunting out here you tend to get alot of it.

.... lucky.

Oh? How does it seem lucky?

Ahh... My body, despite being a predator beastkin, isn't designed for raw meat. Not... Animal at least Do you know how much I crave to actually eat raw meat?

There's always ways around something...Even if it means alterations to a dress so to say.

How would I get around this..? I mean.. I'd love to hear any of your ideas... If you have any of course. As I said, I can eat ahem. Certain type of flesh but it's not- scratching in the right place.

Well first of all one would have to tell me the exact reason why you can't stomach it. Get to the point? Then you can know how to treat it.

Well I mean.. it's not like that I don't want too! The actual consumption is fine- but... Right after it always... Comes back up. It's like my stomach literally isn't designed for it. My stomach is like... A humans basically.

Well perhaps your more human genetics are involved with this after all beastkins are a consistancy of human and beast DNA.

However...I have been doing some tests...Perhaps you would be interested in them? I was once a surgeon after all

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Hm well... That might be true actually. Not only are beastkins made up of human and beast DNA, my mother was a human after all. I can only assume my bio father is the reason why I'm a beastkin... Ahem.

If you do not mind me asking, what kind of tests are you thinking of doing? I'm interested, of course! I cannot help but to be curious.

Gmh... How did I know that you were up to something regarding the fallen, dear? I can't wait to see how this goes...

- 👁️

Oh I have no idea what you are on about...~

Ohoh, naughty kitty~ Lying, I see? Oh, I'll play along. You do have a little someone there, hm?~

It's so exciting.

Who knows. I have a few beings around all the time, no?

Ha! You do. Oh, so many people want to visit you, dear. Including me. Ghn, should I get more specific then?

Hm... Let me see... The one missing a wing? Who is damned to walk here?

They want to see me but never do. I prefer my own self isolation.

Hm..No I don't think so.

You live certainly far from civilization... I say you do enjoy your self isolation. I do miss mine quite a bit...

Oh, lies dear. Lies. I just want to feast on the misery that you cause him... I'd also like to see you work.

horridpine

The foxkin rushed through the forest, his footsteps heavy as he ran through the underbrush, not caring if he made a sound. Something was... Different. He was looking for.. something.

Something that was no longer there as he ventured deeper into the woods. His eyes scanned the empty space, as if expecting something, or someone there. However, with how dead the grass, trees, and other foliage looked? Something was there.

One of Mason’s traps trigger causing more of a ruckus. The man hears this and his curiosity takes the best of him. He walks in the woods following the broken twigs.. making a path in his head

#⚠️. ian ramblings #//Even now Ian gets so frustrated quickly and ends up crying #//Also it's kinda lengthy I got carried away a bit ;;

The foxkin huffed as he looked at the scene before him as he began to move forward, not paying mind to his surroundings. Where did it go? It was literally right-

Within moments, the foxkin was hoisted up into the air, dangling upsidedown by his ankle. He quickly scrambled for his bearings, quickly finding a wire wrapped tightly around his ankle. He cursed under his breath, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. He stepped into one of Mason's snares... Again.

He began patting his pockets, looking for... Something. He quickly found that something laying on the forest floor beneath him . His pink-handled knife.

"Fuck...!"

He hissed out before trying to grab it. He just- he just had to reach it. The more he tried, and failed, the more frustrated he got. Soon enough, those years of frustration began to poop in his eyes.

"Why can't I-"

Gmh... How did I know that you were up to something regarding the fallen, dear? I can't wait to see how this goes...

- 👁️

Oh I have no idea what you are on about...~

Ohoh, naughty kitty~ Lying, I see? Oh, I'll play along. You do have a little someone there, hm?~

It's so exciting.

Who knows. I have a few beings around all the time, no?

Ha! You do. Oh, so many people want to visit you, dear. Including me. Ghn, should I get more specific then?

Hm... Let me see... The one missing a wing? Who is damned to walk here?

Hhhhmh... While I was looking through your old things, I came across these... Interesting paintings. They seem "well loved", don't you think?

- 👁️

First off, don't go through my old stuff, weird ass. Secondly... what paintings?

I see it as... Getting to know you better. And what paintings? Don't kid yourself. You know what I'm talking about. Maybe this will rejog your memory?

An attachment was sent soon after. The image shown was... A painting. One that was in the past of a certain someone. And- what was that on it? It didn't look like paint...

Eric stares down at the attachment, a bead of sweat rolling over his brow. These paintings in particular? They were NOT meant to be found by ANYONE besides Eric, Ian, or maybe Mason. The dubious stains on the canvas bring the cowkin immense shame...

Those are private. Stop snooping.

Private? T̵̝̄h̴̫̄ē̷̗r̴̮̆e̵͚͛'̶̤̋s̶̺̎ ̵̣̂n̴̻͝o̵̧̍ ̵͚͆ś̸͕û̷͙c̷̯̓h̴̥̚ ̵̫̐t̴͔̀h̴͕̉i̵̻͘n̶̯̏g̶͔̓.̸̱̉

More paintings began to send like rapid fire, filling up the messages. Almost every painting he did of the foxkin was shown. Any and all it could find. Some of the photos were close up of the dubious stains on the canvas. Just to bring the cowkin more shame.

...

After a minute, the messages stopped. It seemed like it gotten tired. Or did it..? After a minute of silence, a voice was heard, silently echoing throughout the room.

If it was so private, why didn't you take them? Anyone could've broke into your old home and seen them. What if... What if a certain fox seen? I'm sure he hasn't seen the "well loved" ones, hm?

Would he be disgusted by you? Would he leave you?

Eric only looks at the rapid fire messages for a brief moment before the spike of shame stabbing it's way through his cheat forces him to tear his eyes away from the screen. He mumbles a few curses as he waits for the back-to-back notifications to stop.

The voice echoing through the room makes Eric drop his phone, jumping up from the couch... he eyes dart around the dark corners of the cabin, shadows flickering in the dim light the fireplace is emitting.

I didn't exactly want my extracurricular paintings to be moved in to my marital home. And they were in a closet for god's sake! People don't just go through each other's closets!

The mention of Ian leaving, no, abandoning him over the shameful state of the paintings makes dread and doubt cloud Eric's mind. He looks worried about this possibility... and now he's gone quiet.

...

He doesn't know. He doesn't know if Ian would leave him behind over that, and the thought of it makes Eric a little nauseous.

#👁️. staring into the void #//HEHEHE EXACTLY #//Also something is. Happening #//I think this will honestly break Eric holy shit

You are forgetting. I'm not people, am I?

From the flickering shadows, the void watched the cowkin intensely. So intensely that it would make anyone's skin crawl. It breathed in deeply, closing its eyes before breathing out.

It could taste the seed of doubt it had planted. It could taste the panic that began to form. It could taste Eric's fear of abandonment.

Delicious.

It began to move. One moment, it was in front of the cowkin, standing in front of him in its cryptid form. The other? It had its clawed hands wrapped around his wrists before swinging him off the couch and onto the floor, quickly pinning him down to the wooden floor as it looked down at him.

Hah... I almost forgot this was your marital house. That you're married. No wonder it's not here! Wouldn't want your past sins here, no. Is that why you ignore the fox? Especially when he needed you the most?

Those pinprick eyes from behind the goat's skull stared down at him, unmoving.

Maybe, just maybe, if you had juusst a bit of your focus elsewhere, maybe you'd notice his disappearance. When he was basically rotting in bed, believing no one cared about him, including you. That no one cared if he was....

The void chuckled. Suddenly, it began to grow darker and darker in the room, cutting off the sunlight and sound as it held him down. Its touch became almost repulsive, something screaming that it shouldn't be touching his skin- something was W R O N G.

Due to all of these reasons, why do you think he'll even stay with y o u?

Gmh... How did I know that you were up to something regarding the fallen, dear? I can't wait to see how this goes...

- 👁️

Oh I have no idea what you are on about...~

#👁️. staring into the void #//The void has favorites and this proves it

Ohoh, naughty kitty~ Lying, I see? Oh, I'll play along. You do have a little someone there, hm?~

It's so exciting.

Hhhhmh... While I was looking through your old things, I came across these... Interesting paintings. They seem "well loved", don't you think?

- 👁️

First off, don't go through my old stuff, weird ass. Secondly... what paintings?

I see it as... Getting to know you better. And what paintings? Don't kid yourself. You know what I'm talking about. Maybe this will rejog your memory?

An attachment was sent soon after. The image shown was... A painting. One that was in the past of a certain someone. And- what was that on it? It didn't look like paint...

Eric stares down at the attachment, a bead of sweat rolling over his brow. These paintings in particular? They were NOT meant to be found by ANYONE besides Eric, Ian, or maybe Mason. The dubious stains on the canvas bring the cowkin immense shame...

Those are private. Stop snooping.

#👁️. staring into the void #//MMM THE VOID GETTING FED TONIGHT #//honestly? honestly Ian would die because of embarrassment if he seen both Eric and Mason looking at that.#//Also despite the void “liking” Eric doesn't mean he's safe #//the ones it likes are actually the unsafest from it because it will frequently visit them. and it's a coin toss if it will cause problems #//also dw dw Ian wouldn't be disgusted/leave him #//the void is just fucking w him

Private? T̵̝̄h̴̫̄ē̷̗r̴̮̆e̵͚͛'̶̤̋s̶̺̎ ̵̣̂n̴̻͝o̵̧̍ ̵͚͆ś̸͕û̷͙c̷̯̓h̴̥̚ ̵̫̐t̴͔̀h̴͕̉i̵̻͘n̶̯̏g̶͔̓.̸̱̉

More paintings began to send like rapid fire, filling up the messages. Almost every painting he did of the foxkin was shown. Any and all it could find. Some of the photos were close up of the dubious stains on the canvas. Just to bring the cowkin more shame.

...

After a minute, the messages stopped. It seemed like it gotten tired. Or did it..? After a minute of silence, a voice was heard, silently echoing throughout the room.

If it was so private, why didn't you take them? Anyone could've broke into your old home and seen them. What if... What if a certain fox seen? I'm sure he hasn't seen the "well loved" ones, hm?

Would he be disgusted by you? Would he leave you?

Hhhhmh... While I was looking through your old things, I came across these... Interesting paintings. They seem "well loved", don't you think?

- 👁️

First off, don't go through my old stuff, weird ass. Secondly... what paintings?

I see it as... Getting to know you better. And what paintings? Don't kid yourself. You know what I'm talking about. Maybe this will rejog your memory?

An attachment was sent soon after. The image shown was... A painting. One that was in the past of a certain someone. And- what was that on it? It didn't look like paint...

👁️‍🗨️ The void's presence is HIGH. Be cautious.

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I think I need to get high, actually

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What's your favorite food?

Meat. Raw. It's part of my diet and hunting out here you tend to get alot of it.

.... lucky.

Oh? How does it seem lucky?

Ahh... My body, despite being a predator beastkin, isn't designed for raw meat. Not... Animal at least Do you know how much I crave to actually eat raw meat?

There's always ways around something...Even if it means alterations to a dress so to say.

How would I get around this..? I mean.. I'd love to hear any of your ideas... If you have any of course. As I said, I can eat ahem. Certain type of flesh but it's not- scratching in the right place.

Well first of all one would have to tell me the exact reason why you can't stomach it. Get to the point? Then you can know how to treat it.

Well I mean.. it's not like that I don't want too! The actual consumption is fine- but... Right after it always... Comes back up. It's like my stomach literally isn't designed for it. My stomach is like... A humans basically.

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... I swear if you call me a pet fox, I'll rip your tongue out with my bare hands.

- you know who

Hmmm... how cute. I recall when you'd grovel at my feet, licking the dust off my boot. Sounds pretty pet-like to me, little Ian, but what do I know?

Shut up shut up shut up!!! That was- that was long ago and you fucking know it. I'll never be like that again, I swear it. I despise it with every bone in my body.

Yeah, I might be little, but that hasn't stopped me before. Has it, Eric?

Uh huh. Right. It aint. But i'd sure like to see your tiny ass try it. See how far that temper of yours actually gets ya.

Oh? You'd like to see how far my "temper" gets me? Alright then. Come outside.

There is no way you hauled your ass all the way out here because I irritated you. But fine, I'll bite.

Eric makes his way to the door, stepping out onto the porch with his hands on his hips. He looks around, in disbelief that Ian would actually come all the way out to the forest to prove a point.