Sep 10, 2021
“I ate his brain.“
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“I ate his brain.“
“Fear me, if you dare. I am the eater of worlds, and sardines.“
@sucksit gets the goddest Klyntar
“You aren’t like them.“
The them, in question, being a group of humans currently dozing in a coked out haze on the ground around him. Sleeper hadn’t wanted a fight, but he did need to speak with the little group here. Apparently there was evidence around about a kree super bio weapon. Old war stuff. Some kind of crazy powerful gem bomb? He was hoping to ask the partying humans while they were coked up and drugged. Pliant.
“Why aren’t you effected?“
@bothsidesofaquestion gets the goodest klyntar
“I don’t know a better way to phrase this. I want to shop for a host on your island.“
@amanmolded gets the goodest klyntar
Some places, some people, were different. Sleeper had been learning that recently, trapped in a strange place. Hunted by strange beings. Fortunately, he was strong. Not at his full strength, however. He’d learned early on that attempted to bond to one of these tainted creatures was painful.
Imagine his surprise when the mansion complex he was hiding out in finally had a human. Sleeper had been eating mice and birds, keeping out of harms way until an opportunity presented itself. And it finally had.
Slipping out from behind some rubble to find the man, having come through so much already, working his way through the basement. “You aren’t like the others. Not infected and tainted. Are you hurt?”
@finaelfright gets a starter from the goodest Klyntar
Alexa must realize, at some point, that meeting one alien means you’re more likely to meet others. Today she had the good fortune of meeting one that was far more benevolent than the previous two iterations she had encountered.
Sleeper approached in the guise of a cat, having just chased down a mouse. He padded over to her, four eyes locked on her even as he slurped down his treat. He recognized the marking on her face, faint as it was. A memory from the kree he had once been hosted to. A hunter.
He sat, head quirking, before he said, “it’s impolite to stare.”
@twxcesaved asked: “Symbiotes and I have a … complicated history.” ~for Sleeper
“I know.“
“Venom Parent remembers you. I know you through my parent. You are central in the Peter Host’s life. In many ways. Gratitude.“
@kalvaertar wants a starter
“You smell of blood. And violence. I like it.“
There was no small temptation to try jumping from his nearly dead host to this new, strong, one. But he had a strange feeling it was a bad idea. Dangerous. Still, Sleeper stalking around to the side, amused to no end.
“My presence was requested to take care of a pathogen. Something nasty eating away at people, right? I’m here to help.“