12-10-2023, 06:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-10-2023, 06:13 PM by Toryn Togglebit.)
Toryn declined the offer of free drinks in favor of an extra large bowl of potato soup instead. After a round of introductions, he went to town on the soup with slightly concerning ferocity.
The gnome was nose-deep in the bowl, licking up every remnant of the soup when the sound of his nickname broke his concentration and snapped him back to the conversation at hand. He nodded sagely. Indeed. I believe the official term for her condition is "Dank Pear". Odd nomenclature but I'm not a vampologist. Speaking of which...
My great aunt Petunia used to own a wonderful little garden, and the strangest thing would happen. Sometimes she would find some of her vegetables completely drained of all color, with two tiny puncture marks on each of the victims. At first we thought some of the children were playing a prank of some sort, but it turns out some of her rabbits were stricken with vampirism. I suppose in hindsight the glowing red eyes and giant fangs should have been a giveaway but Aunt Petunia never had the best vision.
Anyways, the rabbits were put on a strict juice diet and the problem solved itself, though the occasional desiccated carrot would still show up.
(12-10-2023, 02:29 PM)Harlequin Wrote: She waited until Larz returned, then rose from her seat at the chair. She was about to speak when she noticed Lucian and his new "friend" walk in and gestured for them to come closer. Taking a deep breath, she said, before we get all comfortable and start singing kumbaya together, there is something I gotta share. This way I know if I can stay or if I need to hit the road. I'm the scion of a vampire. Half alive and half undead, it's a hell of way to grow up. Lil' shit over there, gesturing to Toryn knows the whole story, but I need you all to understand, I'm not one of them, I don't go around hurting people unless they've unless they deserve an ass whooping.
The gnome was nose-deep in the bowl, licking up every remnant of the soup when the sound of his nickname broke his concentration and snapped him back to the conversation at hand. He nodded sagely. Indeed. I believe the official term for her condition is "Dank Pear". Odd nomenclature but I'm not a vampologist. Speaking of which...
My great aunt Petunia used to own a wonderful little garden, and the strangest thing would happen. Sometimes she would find some of her vegetables completely drained of all color, with two tiny puncture marks on each of the victims. At first we thought some of the children were playing a prank of some sort, but it turns out some of her rabbits were stricken with vampirism. I suppose in hindsight the glowing red eyes and giant fangs should have been a giveaway but Aunt Petunia never had the best vision.
Anyways, the rabbits were put on a strict juice diet and the problem solved itself, though the occasional desiccated carrot would still show up.
