Hatfic - Wings Nowadays Ross' skin reminded him of marble. A milky whiteness that reminded him of his history lessons, which spoke about the olden days where fair maidens were preferred to have delicate pale skin; rosy-pink cheeks and full red lips like strawberries in the fields.Hatfic - Wings by Mwolf0Epsilon
He never really enjoyed those concepts to be honest, but who was he to judge? The ancient times were long gone.
That was just their way of being.
The reason for his pale demeanor was another. The blood cult he and Trott had started was quite demanding, and while Trott had a lot more to give in the form of liquid life, Ross was still a simple human being.
There was so much he could offer before he began to feel ill.
Still as he patched up the various cuts, he couldn't help but chose to ignore the aftereffects of his sessions.
Something else entirely was plaguing him as of late.
It had been about a week since they started the whole process and, while Trott had mentioned there might be
Hatfic - Eps' Promise She'd made a promise to Cy, a silent one but still a promise. Or maybe it was more of a promise to herself, to avoid losing what little pieces made her more human then the sorry excuses of people she'd seen being slowly corrupted by the evils of the King's tyrannical reign.Hatfic - Eps' Promise by Mwolf0Epsilon
All in all, Eps had promised to try and be merciful in the off chance that the cruel man was to fall down and be at her mercy.
It was unlikely but she still promised herself and her dear friend that she'd avoid killing him. She didn't want to become the very same monster the once cheerful bearded architect had turned into.
Promises were sacred to the short robot. To break one was a terrible deed that should not be forgiven easily.
Many had broken promises that they'd made to her and like so, she never forgave.
Some she could but the pain still burned bright like the ones that had died at the hands of the corrupt Sirs.
They'd promised they'd never leave her and it made her core burn with h
Survival of the Fittest - Part 4 As night approached, the two traveling mammals had just about spent the last of their energies. The huntress felt her legs starting to go stiff from the long walk while the walrus, who had been walking for much longer then his reluctant (more like hostage now that he thought about it), could feel his flippers protesting at the idea of continuing.Survival of the Fittest - Part 4 by Mwolf0Epsilon
But he had to move on, he needed to get the flower as quickly as possible. Neither Ross nor Alsmiffy had much time left. Not to mention they could be in danger from being left alone for too long!
But what could he do if he was far too tired to move? He needed rest to regain his strength.
Since neither really wanted to spend the night like they had most of the day, both Nommer and Trottimus began to work on a makeshift shelter.
Something big enough for both to have some space and warm enough to keep them from freezing to death.
Considering they'd carried on instead of fishing, they hadn't a meal to enjoy that night.