don't tell me your woes × settling in/m&g

morbidkit

I'M JUST A LITTLE STRANGE
and a bit deranged

Morbidkit was a stranger in the sense that she had hardly met anyone here. Outside of witnessing that fun little lovers quarrel, the black kit had been isolated since her arrival on account of the infections coursing through her wounds. However, now that the infections had been pushed out, she was back on her feet and ready to get to work.

If this was to be her home, she needed somewhere of comfort. So, she had claimed a small den, and could be found inside. Decorating kept her paws busy and her mind from wandering. As she lined the walls of her den with skulls, jars of organs in an alcohol mixture, and various other oddities, the girl hummed to herself. Had her face not been gashed open and her recovery dependant upon her being careful with moving her jaws, perhaps she would be singing.

For now, she couldn't. So she hummed, tail swinging, silver eyes and silver necklace catching the light in tangent. Her den was a freakshow, a gathering of oddities. Though most would find it unnerving, she held little doubt that the Condemned would appreciate her collection, small as it was. Three skulls, several small bones, and four jars of organs.

easy | 4 months | the coaliton

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