#evor writes

[evormore]

To this peculiar blue magic portal,

Things have been on the slow end, as of late. I confess to not being very happy, though unhappiness is often my closest companion.

Hunger surges within me... I know that chowing down on tavern mutton will not sustain me forever. My body yearns for living flesh. Flesh that writhes and fights. I can’t allow it, and yet...

These coming days will be a struggle. It is a fight I intend to win. I can will myself through. I have to.

In the meantime... I am asking for more questions. It would be a most welcome distraction.

Holding fast,

Evor

[evormore]

To this peculiar blue magic portal,

I ate two deer today instead of one. Ambitious, I know. The first doe was on the smaller side, so I thought another wouldn’t push me over the edge.

It goes without saying that I hate myself immensely today.

Aching,

Evor

[evormore]

“Ha. The fae creature thought she could tempt me. Foolishness. I always have a horseshoe on hand and never step anywhere near mushrooms.

...I can’t help but feel like she was attempting to sell me something.”

[evormore]

To this peculiar blue magic portal,

I think the last deer I had didn’t quite agree with my stomach. It sounds more like I’ve devoured a dragon or something equally as irate. Thankfully, the guard seems all too eager to give me a day away from them, so it seems most of today will be lying down and massaging until it subsides.

The irony is painful. I consume fauna to save humans, and what I get for it is the worst bellyache of my life.

Ouch,

Evor

[evormore]

To this peculiar blue magic portal,

What is “vore?”

Confused,

Evor