in a world where like demi-humans exist. there's a pred who has specific tastes around the traits that they like their prey to have.
wings, specifically. they will only eat winged prey. feathered, preferably, but webbed is fine too. they don't like insectoid wings, because it reminds them of bugs.
the pred's friends have picked up on this. so whenever they meet someone who might be on the pred's menu, they try to keep a distance, or at least, they make sure not to let the friend groups intersect.
(some friends might have them meet up on purpose, but that's a different story)
sometimes people fuck up though, it happens. Spending time with their pred friend, unaware of what's to come, their new avian friend shows up, unannounced.
a trained observer would notice a hungry or excited glint in the pred's eye when they first see this new friend.
The pred is exceedingly friendly and attentive, "I don't think we've met before" they shake the newcomer's hand. A beaming, sinless smile.
the mutual friend knows what's going to happen. if not today, then in a week's time, or maybe longer, but it's inevitable, and there's nothing they can do to save their new friend. once the pred has spotted their prey, no one will get in their way.
if someone tries, the pred will always outsmart them, taking whatever slippery, sneaky route possible to catch their prey. Unfortunately, the pred welcomes a challenge
alas, no matter what happens in between, the pred makes certain they will end the story with a full belly, picking feather's from between their teeth.
hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?
irl i don't normally tell people my pronouns unless they directly ask, but this has led to a very silly occurrence i call DLC pronouns. my gender is a sidequest you can unlock in the dialogue tree if your character has a high enough lgbtqia+ stat . or if my pride keyring falls out of my pocket.
Meant to link this sooner but life briefly got away from me -- tl;dr it was discovered last month that over 1500 ancient artefacts were stolen from the British Museum by a senior museum curator. Who has been selling them on eBay for years. (Allegedly. And possibly the museum knew about it much earlier and covered it up, given he was dismissed earlier this year; the theft was actually uncovered by someone who linked the curator's twitter and ebay accounts.)
Lots of talk these past two weeks about how this does not give the museum much of a leg to stand on the next time it tries to assert it's a better caretaker of Greek antiquities than, well, Greece. The marbles being returned in our lifetime is a stronger possibility than ever.
Been a bad year for the museum, aside from the blessing of my presence there in April...
Kris tries to stay on task, but they've clearly got some traumas and worries about their situation weighing on their mind. Still, they at least eventually find what they're looking for!
Still working away on the final part for this too...gotta finish in time, aaaaah!
happy halloween from bart and creampuff!!
together they're going as one singular snowman. bart has eaten both the carrot and the pipe SEVERAL times now.