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[toothaches]

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cw: snake dining

[terribibble]

Things have been going well for Fiddleford lately. Incredibly well, in fact. He's fully untangled himself from the second cult he's found himself at the helm of, he's started seeing a doctor for the mess that is his head, and things have never been better with his boyfriend. Fiancé. That still doesn't feel quite real.

Of course no matter how good things are, there is still the unpleasantness of hunger. After two years he's become accustomed to the regular gnawing feeling and the insistent reminders from the foreign instinct he's dubbed his 'snake brain'. He doesn't like to think that killing people has become routine, but... killing people has become routine. It's had to for him to be able to keep doing it without losing his mind completely. He has to eat to live. He has to eat to keep in control of himself. It's not a wholly-evil act.

It's easiest by the water. Any human foolhardy enough to go down to the lake in the dark, alone, must know and accept the risks. It's not difficult to keep watch on the shore and intercept would-be fishermen before they can even cast off properly. Here in the dark and far from the city he doesn't have to worry about being interrupted when he's got a full-grown human halfway down his throat.

Usually. Usually he doesn't have to worry about that.

<clevergirl>

[foolishwren]

HEY BOSSMAN

BOSS


BOSSEROONIE







I KNOW UR THERE BOSS

_{[... yeah she's trying to text Greed for something really stupid, like another plea for permission to use dry ice again.]}

<clevergirl>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's late at night.]

[There's no one else at the bar to bother because everyone is either out or Too Drunk to Talk.]

[Y'all know what that means.]</sub>

do u think fairies have feelings

You Can Lead a Horse to Water {closed to Lup}

[toothaches]

<sub>[According to popular rumor, Kelpies were supposed to be able to breathe under water. This was what Maurice had heard way back when he first started turning green.]

[Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he hadn't really had the gumption to see for himself until now. He didn't have any gills that he knew of, and breathing in and out didn't feel any different than from when he was a human. So...how?]

[How was he going to find out?]

[In private of coarse! He didn't have a tub in the little flat Korra's housing provided him--just a shower. And it was a nice shower, but he felt it wouldn't really provide the Kelpie Experience. Plus, if he drowned in there, someone might find him and he just could NOT be the kelpie that drowned. If he died, nobody would know about it and he certainly wouldn't say anything once he popped back up.]

[This led him to the great outdoors. Not too far away from Fiddleford and Marco's modest dwelling, Maurice found himself at the edge of a boggy oxbow. Insects swarmed the reeds and frogs called from the far bank. The sun made the place hazy--a great place to get in touch with his monstery side. Or at least drown in private if it went wrong.]

[Maurice found it was always best to expect the worst, that way you were either always right or pleasantly surprised. He'd left his shirt hanging on a low branch because he didn't want to ruin it--he'd decorated the front of it himself. In messy letters, the shirt read: THATS HOW IT IS IN THIS BITCH OF A WORLD. He couldn't wait for Mason to see it. It was her quote after all.]

[The kelpie waded one dainty hoof after the other into the shallows with his arms out. So far so good... And then something weird happened in his brain and he picked up a hoof and brought it down again, making a huge splash. Then again. And again.]</sub>

Ahuhuhuh...hahahah!

_{[Thanks horse brain.]}

<uglyduckling>

[foolishwren]

hey

do u everr wonder if

uhhhhh

a gargoyl ever turned 2 stone like mid shit

_{[SOMEONE HAS BEEN DRINKING A LOT SINCE RETURNING FROM HER iMPROMTU CHILDHOOD]}