Style-tober Day 31: Scary Spice ft. Victor and Pravus
Happy Halloween!! Kinda ignored the prompt on this one in favor of something more fun and Halloweeny instead of scary. Bonus points to anyone who can guess who they're both dressed up as.
That's 31 days!! Thank you so much to everyone that came with me on this journey. That's the 3rd October drawing challenge I've finished all the way, I'm very proud of myself.
[Original post date: 10/31/2022]
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Zerkev, why did you decide to raise your own descendant?
> The Marauder, so used to scribbling away while he speaks to you, suddenly falls very still. A distant look settles over the general, his expression unreadable.
> When he deigns to speak, his voice is soft.
"Redivi takes in runts."
"The day I hatched, I could've fit in the palm of your hand. Wouldn't even open my eyes at first, he tells me. Says it took a week before I started crawling for food.
Any normal cavern would have culled me on sight, caste and bloodline be damned."
"But my father doesn't run a normal cavern.
I don't know what the defect was. I couldn't tell you what fixed it, whether it was a matter of genetics or Redivi nurturing it out, but whatever the reason... I was lucky. Before long, I caught up with my peers and then some."
"I became a general. An emperor. Looking at me today, you'd never know I came from a dud egg."
"But I knew.
And I was terrified I'd pass it on.
We're a legacy bloodline, you know. About as old as the species itself, with a reputation earned and maintained for centuries. And here I was, a troll that shouldn't have lived. Imperfect.
I feared two things. The first, that I'd ruin the Pravus name, be the weak link that ended us. The second... That any kid I made would suffer the kind of rejection I so narrowly escaped."
"And I got it in my head that I needed to be involved. That it was my responsibility to fix whatever flaw they'd get from me.
When Kiyana hatched, I knew she'd be fine. She was strong, healthy, intelligent. I was relieved to know I wouldn't ruin any grub I touched, but the biggest concern still remained.
What would mine be like?
And then...
Then came Mallum."
"And he was everything I could have hoped for.
Maybe it was the Drakon in him, or maybe I was just an isolated fluke, but he... He was perfect. Large, energetic, curious..."
> The Marauder's voice catches slightly.
"That boy stole my heart the moment I laid eyes on him."
"And it should have been enough... Should have laid those fears to rest, enough to set him loose and let him live the normal life I wasn't fit for.
But my fears don't rest easy. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with him. Something I couldn't yet see. I wanted to be sure.
Or... Maybe that was just the lie I told myself.
Maybe I just couldn't stand the thought that he'd become something great, not because, but in spite of me.
Doesn't really matter, in the end. Above all of that... I raised him because he was something incredible."
"He was mine."
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🐾: "Look what I found outside today!"
🖤: "MUSHROOMS!" he squealed.
"All hobbits have a passion for mushrooms, surpassing even the greediest likings of Big People." -J.R.R. Tolkien
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A'nijah Tia and the 7 disasters.
Featured, from left to right:
Skaldr (Highlander), Toka (Keeper), Ayo'a (Keeper), Éwé (Carbuncle), Pravus (Hyur, Garlean citizen), A'nijah (Seeker, Warrior of Light), Rjsha (Voidsent/Viera), Lea'li (Keeper), Etoilonoix (Elezen/Nightkin) and Ruby (glamoured Ifrit-egi).
Big thanks to @confusedtia, dad of both A'nijah Tia and Ruby, for stitching this one together with me!
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ovoga covjeka stvarno treba neko da oladi (<moja majka o elon musku)
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Pravus, sir! Please tell me, what's your favorite type of baked goods?
"...Baked goods...?"
He gives a blank stare before his eyes shift off camera for direction.
"It's kind of anything bread-like. It's the stuff you find in bakeries or the bakery aisle in supermarkets. Pastries, donuts, cakes, pretzels, cookies-- that sort of thing."
"I don't know what any of those are. I just get the kind in a plastic bag. I find there's multiple walls often dedicated to them in stores. I assumed it's what most humans eat."
"I guess you're not entirely wrong with that observation. That's considered a staple food. Are you telling me you've only ever tried sandwich bread?"
"Is that the kind in a bag?" He asks rather matter-of-factly to the voice off-camera, voice tilting with annoyance and tested patience.
"I mean. Maybe?? Probably. There's a lot of kinds of breads in bags in stores."
"I get the kind that the store looks to sell most of and what most humans seem to gravitate towards."
"Is it-- hold on..." The voice is followed by shuffling noises before a silhouette extends a phone out toward him with a photo of white sandwich bread.
"Yes it is. I don't understand why this is such a shock to you. I'm lucky I can eat human food at all without it killing me. You think I'm going to gamble on more human foods than I need to? I've found a couple of foods that I can eat, and I've stuck with them. I'm surviving on it. That's enough for me."
"I just figured you might have wanted to venture out a little more than that after-- now that you're, you know..."
"What?" He snapped. "Now that I'm what?"
"It's...it's nothing. Forget I said anything. You're right. It makes sense that you'd stick with something you know. But if I could give you some advice on human foods if you're open to it-- white bread isn't very nutritious. Not all human foods are. And popular ones aren't always necessarily good for you. A couple of things you might want to try--"
The voice trails off with a brief nutrition lesson. Despite his irritable exterior, Pravus seems to absorb every word of it.
He discovers later that he prefers rye bread.
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zerkev, harlan had his goons punch mallum in the tummy :(
> It appears to be a late morning for the Marauder. You find him, of course, in his office, blackout curtains drawn to keep out the sun and room illuminated solely by the lamp upon his desk.
> Rarely does the man sit any way besides straight, but he somehow finds a way to sit up even straighter, fins slowly rising towards his crown.
> The weight in the room is almost overwhelming.
> Zerkev Pravus is no longer available for questions.
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