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12-25-2014, 07:09 PM
Well, I'd like to say that I'm still pissed as hell. And yeah sort of... maybe.. I dunno it depends on the time of day. Buce can suck it... he got me preggo. Thran and Panz can suck it for making me fun of me. Once I get these bastard kids out of my tummy I'll show them who's boss around here! But.. at the same time... all the hormones swirling through me and into my womb are leaving me feeling sort of... nice and happy and with these strange warm, fuzzy feelings. I don't know how to reconcile these feelings especially when I get these maddening mood swings that leave me peaceful and joyous one minute and rageful and murderous the next. I've escaped to the island in the sky, trying to hide from the watchful, judgmental eyes that seem to follow me everywhere. It takes extra effort to reach the island, and as I land I find myself huffing and puffing a little bit, nostrils straining to get in more air. I wander, trying to resist the urge to collapse and pass out, with my head drooped and muzzle practically grazing the ground. But festivity is up ahead and I pick up my antlered head, green eyes absorbing all the joy that bounds around in front of me. It's exhausting to watch, but completely contagious. A smile crosses my usually sarcastic face, and my ears perk forward. There's an ancient looking turtle slowly passing out gifts to those that have gathered. I stand a little ways away from the others, not wanting them to see my bloated belly, full of BABY. I'd rather not share that information with everyone, it's embarrassing and I don't want anyone to treat me differently. The idea of receiving a present for myself doesn't even occur to me. |
Plot Thread
*You may do anything you wish with Arvakl excluding dismemberment and death.
