Venter, what happened to your horn if i might ask?
[Their horn? but their horns are perfectly fine…]
|| I um… I think they meant me, my dear… ||
|| So… what happened to my horn eh?|||| Back before Venter and I were a thing, we went for a stro|| near the beach as we often do.|||| I made the mistake of |eaving my Venter’s side for a few seconds to check on some stuff I needed to take back to the hive. |||| When I returned, I found this rather big seadweller, about 7′3′’ if my memory doesn’t fai| me, and they were ho|ding Venter by the neck.|||| Stupid fishes think they are oh so c|ever, picking on the sma||er c|owns instead of messing with jesters of their own size…|||| Either way, I took out my hooks and darted to Venter’s aid.||
|| I’||, heh, skip the gorey detai|s on how I managed to brought that b|ob fish to their knees and skinned them alive to suffer a s|ow and painfu||y agonizing death… ||
|| But I wi|| say it wasn’t an easy task. That brute a massive brick wa|| and I did received quite the beating.|||| Severa| broken bones, one b|eeding eye that had to be extracted and of course, one very, very, painfu| broken horn, that the bastard snapped with their own hand…|||| And I’m a purp|e, we are more resistant than we |ook… just for you to get an idea of what I had to dea| with…||
|| But in the end, it was a|| worth it just to see the bastard, that dared to bruise my dear Venter’s neck with their fi|thy c|aws, suffer ti|| the very end… ||
|| And most important|y… I won Venter’s affection~ ||