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there was some kind of political tension that had been popping off between this place and home sweet swamp long enough for even valo-kas to be catching on. that wasn’t anything that really concerned them, though. what are they going to do, kill me? they wouldn’t. and even if they would, that hadn’t kept valo-kas down for long in the past. the thought made their stomach churn sickly, a feeling they elected to ignore in favor of sticking to their plan.

the mutant stood oozing and brazen at the border, three eyes half-lidded and lips peeled back in a garish smile. “[color=salmon]hey bastardos come talk to me.” they croaked in a voice that made them sound impatient, but really, they didn’t care if it took ages to get an audience. valo-kas had time.