Mar 2, 2018
@phonebatterys wE HAVEN’T REALLY, uH, tALKED,,
wHAT’S YOUR NAME,
i’M TAVROS, iT’S NICE TO MEET YOU, bELATEDLY,
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@phonebatterys wE HAVEN’T REALLY, uH, tALKED,,
wHAT’S YOUR NAME,
i’M TAVROS, iT’S NICE TO MEET YOU, bELATEDLY,
phonebatterys started following you
In wwhat wworld batteries are allowwed on technological devvices now...? You must be of another timeline, luckily.
❥ - a childhood memory
There's a door, there's the endless void you stored the supplies in, and the miles parting you from your guarding place.
The only problem is the armed guard, standing right in front of you and grinning like the gigantic idiot he is.
He laughs at your size, throwing his head back as a mockery -- and you see the exposed throat, the jiggly old flesh inviting as it can be, popping out from his armors tight collar.
You dash.
For a moment, you swear you have wings: the air is warm around your body as you jolt, cover the space between you and the still laughing accolite -- and you dig the enchanted dagger in his throat.
He gurgles -- and gurgles hard, warm blood spilling from the wound as his hands desperately try to grasp at you. But size here is what matters -- along with reflexes, speed and how quick the blade can pass from an hand to another. And he can't even reach yours with how frantic his movements are becoming, the more blood erupts from the gaping wound a turn of the weapon caused.
You don't really care about the body struggling on the floor, or his strangled cries: you just leave him here, leap over him on all fours and make a mad dash for the hidden door behind an harald, the heavy wooden door almost closing you in with the weak swing you give it.
You're safe. And you have food. But for how long?
phonebatterys replied to your post: mm
are you ok? can i help?
You were already furry helpful and i am okay
phonebatterys replied to your post: I only want a cowboy to call me so I can steal...
Cowboys have secrets??!?!
I mean...evfurryone has secrets whether they know it or not. Im just trying to learn the cowboy’s secrets befur its too late
phonebatterys replied to your post: (( she is using voice to text now. things have not...
Fucking. Hashtag relatable
<3
phonebatterys replied to your post “Ive b33n seeing people talk about magic and stuff on here. I’m...”
Its bad and forces you to do things that you dont want to do.
mhm thank you fur your input i will take it under advisement
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Utter, and complete abject horror at what’s happened to him. Given she’s pitch with her psii, and so happy he’s finally safe, that this one has been so very broken is unspeakably horrifying to her and she wish she knew some way to save him