Warring Minds :||: Day 3 (Heartbreakers and Bicurious)
Mar 6, 2021 14:24:49 GMT -5
Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Mar 6, 2021 14:24:49 GMT -5
We were hungry, all two of our stomachs and all four of our minds. We would travel together with a mutual agreement: we would hunt together for food and when food no longer existed, turning on the other was an expectation. But the beings above provided and our stomachs were at an acceptable fullness. Until now. The carcasses could no longer sustain us and the deep rumble in our bodies told us it was time for hunting again.
The other head is a nuisance and I wish to get rid of him. He speaks of us as “we” when we both know that I am the far superior head. It is my body that he sits on and I cannot wait for the day when something tears him off. A pestilence! A no good scourge on this body that I reluctantly share with him.
We wish we were anywhere but here. The other rat constantly makes din and it is starting to anger us. It is natural for us to argue as we are of two independent minds controlling one body, but this other one is insufferable. However, they have proven themselves good allies in the hunting and we have a mutual understanding. As long as there is still food, we will tolerate them.
The roar of the sky overhead clouds the air momentarily, but our lungs have hardened and accepted these clouds as part of the normal atmosphere. All eight ears turn to its source, though, because the roar can only mean one thing: outsiders. Outsiders who dare invade our lands, who dare to take away our food. We cannot allow this to happen. We must protect our hunting grounds.
[Flearot & Fleasludge attacks Silk Le Roux ; teeth {knife}]
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[Shallow Cut on Right Forearm ; 3.5 dmg]
[Bob & Billy attacks Reagan Carbone ; teeth {knife}]
knife
[Shallow Cut on Back of Head ; 4.5 dmg]
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[Shallow Cut on Right Forearm ; 3.5 dmg]
[Bob & Billy attacks Reagan Carbone ; teeth {knife}]
knife
[Shallow Cut on Back of Head ; 4.5 dmg]