#thezuuma

[gossamerashes]

For @unduarma! Of Z’uuma <3 If you look closely, on her right side, she has some scarring on her face. I learned that someone shot Z’uuma in the head. That’s just rude. 

[xaallo]

My husband ruined Taco Bell for me by constantly getting it every day for us. Not to mention I grew up eating Taco Bell because of my mother.

Taco Bell is mystery meat that cleans you out, let’s be honest. Lmao

[Cut to Kid!Me harassing my mom for Taco Bell almost everyday]

It cleans YA'LL out, I'm built different though

[farmstead-crossroads]

What inspired you to make Oluu a rancher?

[[ OKAY SO!!~ I've always wanted to make like?? A muse with an old western aesthetic, and it was either that or make a pirate- But then I bought and played slime rancher for a week and when I high key say that was the inspiration of me making Oluu a rancher I'm not kidding~ Then I watch my friends play red dead redemption it was sorta downhill from there, along with the music inspo, and thoughts of 'what if someone had farm cryptids to take care of??' really helped with the process! ^w^/]]

[augurhound-a]

@thezuuma​ -- from

   “Well, okay, it won’t. He’ll never know. Because as much as I love him I’m smart and he’s. Well, he’s kind of dumb. Look you--”

   She swipes at him and 02 takes a careful step back. He knows when not to approach someone that’s dangerous and aggressive--because they’re freshly hurt. Unlike someone I’m looking at, says the mean little part of his head, which he silences quickly. Nu-uh, not here. There’s a lot of people to blame all around, he thinks.

   “You kind of do,” He says, sparing her not a single ounce of any fake sympathy because he’s LA-02 and brutal honesty is how he is, “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to help. Might argue that he deserved to get his arm cut off. Still helped.”

   No need to kick someone while they’re down. Her mention returning makes him presume the arm that Xaallo buried, and he looks to her stump.

   “You met mom, I see. I’m sorry. ”

[xaallo]

@thezuuma​ cont. from here

Xaallo’s nostrils flared. The wrapped item...it smelled familiar. It smelled like him, if he’d been rotting for a few days. A few wrinkles appeared in his muzzle, as he suspected what it might be.

And then he saw. The wrap came loose and revealed his arm. The one Lusamine had taken. Xaallo looked at it for a good long while, and continued to do so as Z’uuma spoke.

What was the meaning of this?

He only looks up when she mentions his demands. There was no way Z’uuma had wrested this arm free of Lusamine’s grip. It must’ve been given, no, exchanged. Why? Xaallo creased his brow, golden eyes sheening with anger at what an exchange possibly meant.

She made to leave, but Xaallo made to follow her.

“So.” He began.

“You’ve thrown your lot in with her. Is that it?”

There was a rustling behind her. Should Z’uuma turn around, she would see a gun in the buck’s hand. A plasma weapon. Xaallo removed the safety with a ‘click’.

[xaallo]

She’s at the edge of his territory. Her dress covering up her one missing arm which is bandaged temporarily to ease pain with medicines.

Hung over her shoulder behind her is a large cylindrical shape of palm leaves tied off at the ends with rope.

Here she waited patiently, wordlessly, and with a very serious face.

Xaallo is already on the way.

His ship, sitting at the heart of the territory, has already notified him of her presence. Who she is, the strange object she carries-- he's seen it all on the ring of cameras and aversives he set a while ago.

" You've got a lot of nerve showing your face here." Xaallo says as he steps from the recovering forest. He notices what she carries first, and then her arm. Cleaved off, like his own.

For the same reasons, by the same person...? He wasn't sure, but couldn't rule it out.

"What do you want?"

[farmstead-crossroads]

@thezuuma​ count X

Stars above, this felt... So eerie, it was quiet saved for the rustling of leaves and her ‘hello?’ trailing off into silence. There was a smell of marg blood mixed in the air along with the doe’s scent. It-... It reminded her of the time her fathers gotten into a fight with one of the many hellish beasts in her old home inside the forest. The hifrus was hoping it was nothing to that extent—... M-maybe those two other margs finally duked it out? Finally got to itch to fight each other and settle things just like that, but.. the other didn’t smell like... “Maybe I should go... Hmn- N-no I really, really should check on her...” Against her better judgement she pressed on into the garden, her hunches tents and fur prickled in unease. Oluu’chi calls out once more when she got in a little further, “H-Hello?? Is anyone here? A-Are ya okay? This— This is a lot of blood I’m smelling!”

[farmstead-crossroads]

@thezuuma​

[[ HE IS!~ Dye always feel like clothes that just came out of the dryer so could you imagine this dude being laied on by a bunch of margs back in the day?? he’s a good soul, and sure he pulled a few ‘robin hood’ heists back with belphie in the day but we can over look that! ]]