#kallagoat

[preparedchalk]

I learned the hard way that you can't enter the mating tent with a follower. But those moments of anticipation were good

shit -forgot about the crowns- i mean- that's how it was meant to be-

[megsiepoo]

            It began with small quips and jabs, mostly about his fall from godhood. Irritating as they were, Kallamar had long grown used to such comments. Then it escalated to mocking his choice in decor, his admittedly vain attempts to revive some small grandeur from his past. "Gaudy" they had called it.             When the Goat's insults turned to his appearance, Kallamar lost it. Their intent had been to get under his skin, and it worked with terrifying, infuriating effectiveness. What had initially begun as minor arguments, or Kallamar outright ignoring whatever the Goat said, devolved into screaming matches, Kallamar's cheeks burning a bright purple in his rage. And the Goat would merely laugh and smile.             But now, the Goat sat beside him in silence. It was rather strange, their cocky, boisterous mannerisms replaced by seeming hesitancy. Were they nervous about something? Kallamar had no idea what. After all, nothing had inhibited their vile approaches before.

With everything that's gone on this month, I fully didn't expect to post anything. But surprise, random inspiration strikes again! And it gives us some rare pair fluff.

I hope you guys enjoy the silliness! Thanks for reading, and feedback appreciated as always!