a child not graced with the knowledge of how to indulge in frivolities, moribund rather thought that the other group of children were doing something downright maleficent.
the lamb watched on in quiet, cold discomfort of memory as the knives sliced into the soft flesh of the pumpkin. they could only imagine that the pumpkin's skin was their own... and the pulp? the gore. phantom pain lashed across their legs and spine, and the first head quickly cast their honeyed eyes from the sight.
"they must be practicin' how to gut people" the slave offered helpfully with a mumble, feeling cloven hooves shuffle across the sand.
to them, it made the most logical sense. the pittian was a bloodthirsted group. wouldn't their youths be learning how to wield such devastating capabilities at such a young age? what better way to start on than a pumpkin?
the lamb watched on in quiet, cold discomfort of memory as the knives sliced into the soft flesh of the pumpkin. they could only imagine that the pumpkin's skin was their own... and the pulp? the gore. phantom pain lashed across their legs and spine, and the first head quickly cast their honeyed eyes from the sight.
"they must be practicin' how to gut people" the slave offered helpfully with a mumble, feeling cloven hooves shuffle across the sand.
to them, it made the most logical sense. the pittian was a bloodthirsted group. wouldn't their youths be learning how to wield such devastating capabilities at such a young age? what better way to start on than a pumpkin?
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