#wallock

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Meetings, politics, press- the surface seemed even more troublesome than it used to be. It was loud and bright and chaotic and messy, overwhelming after centuries underground and then nothingness for what felt like eternity. But monsterkind was back and they were free under the sun and stars and clouds, and he was free again...But even the general needed a break. His usual haunt would typically find him at grillby's or in the seclusion of the lab, but a different pasttime was calling to him today.

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

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Reblog to slap his bald head

Tom, hes tring to have a smoke

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@fear-my-giggles yknow, after all these years, I dont think I've ever tried to draw bee :V and wallocks being as stubborn as ever and I've gone trough so many layers trying to get him right

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It hadn't been an accident. Six quick shots. A call for help. Frisk was found sobbing against the downed lich, covered in the dark ichor of his blood. The rush to the lab was just a blur, no time for an ambulance, toriel trying to keep him stable and breathing in the back seat while river floored it. The man was found, caught easily with a report of a madman splattered in a dark liquid and carrying a gun. His lawyers argued for self-defense. They claimed the lich could have attacked, that the man had feared for his life; though there were no defensive wounds, and evidence pointed to the shots being near point-blank. Frisk took to the stand, but the words of a child were often drowned out by adults. Through a combination of monster and human healing, Wallock was stable, but his innocence was still in question. The balance between monsters and humans was on a thin line. A lich and a gunman on trial. The royal family in duress. Could one apart from both change something in the tide? @fear-my-giggles

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War Heart

Cut from: [X] @cupcakeandkisses

Human? They’d heard of the bonds that could be made with animals, loyal companions, though they’d never experienced it themselves..On second thought, gaster was pretty cat-like, even compared to some of the actual cat-monsters. Did that count? A friend? A warmth spread in their soul, their face bubbling and coloring in a teal blush. “Thank you. Y_.” They cut themselves of as wallock escorted the bunny woman and child into the tent.

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War Heart

Cut form: [X] @cupcakeandkisses

“If there aren’t anymore, they’ll simply patrol and set up watch posts around the village.” They sat down with her. “Gaster is a good general. He wouldn’t send the troops into unnecessary danger.” They couldn’t assure that casualties wouldn’t happen. Humans were strong and persistent. The village was quiet for the most part. Troops were partied up and sent to patrol. Gaster took a party of his own to the bakery. They found a small group of humans holed up in there; rats hiding in the cracks. Something still felt off.

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Cut from: [X] @cupcakeandkisses

"The cat chases the running mouse. Any in his way are bound to be downed."

They would have smiled back if they could. Missing a lower jaw was a bit burdensome at times, though their eyelights shown brightly.

Wallock's purr got a bit louder, accompanied with a pleased hum. The scar was much more emotionally sensitive than anything. If anything, physically it was numb, dead flesh, atleast on the surface.