OH 𖤠 .ᐟ
he's opening the door and —
" OH .ᐟ "
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what’s waiting for @SinfulMoth at home .
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' wow — um .ᐟ yeah .ᐟ yeah what're you thinking of getting 𖤠 '
she'd ask, moving to grab consent forms for them.
" I want my navel done and / this / madman wants his nips. "
leaving out the fact this was his idea.
' shit no way .ᐟ badass .ᐟ '
yeah she totally wasn't
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wings twitching, feathers and fur rising and falling like the angry creature it was. it chittered to his response, mouth busy consuming the body whole.
clothes. hair. bones. everything.
it had very, very high amounts of acid in its stomach — like a vulture. so.
once the
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first was consumed, Atty disappeared to hunt down the escapee ; taunting it by . . . mimicking the voices of his friends like a lyrebird.
perfect imitation.
rattling, it shot forwards and grabbed the human as it beat its wings and flew up into the canopy, landing somewhere
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Atlas was absolutely / starving /. as the human he'd thrown was dazed he suddenly leapt forwards and pinned the other to the ground with a single taloned hand, maw opening again before delving down with a loud rattle ; beginning to eat the human alive.
he was just / that /
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wide wings slowly unfurled and the cryptid leaped down, landing on all 6 limbs before slowly, soooo slowly, it stood up in all its 6'10 glory.
but still, it'd not move. Atlas stood there staring at the human closest . . .
' nah f - fuck — fuck this —— '
the one at the
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back said before running away, one other joining them as Atlas reached down with one hand, grabbing the closest one by the forearm to curiously lift him up, head tilting . . .
and then it's maw opened, teeth and fangs jutting out of its gums as it snarled and aggressively
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" hey. you can be . . . "
smirking, nodding across the street.
" alright Iero . . gets do this, eh 𖤠 "
smirking, tugging him across the street, into the shop and —
" hiiiii fionaaaa ~ "
he'd say in a sing-song tone, the girl at the desk looking up with a bright smile.
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reacted to it.
the other three all stopped and glanced up too . . . all undergoing the same expression. petrifying them in place.
' what . . what is that 𖤠 '
' glowing eyes 𖤠 no way, man . . '
Atty didn't move . . . but he did let out a predatory rattle . . . just to
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a perfect hoot would leave its throat, the talons on the second set of arms scraping into the tree bark, breaking off little bits and making one of the humans look up at the noises and . . . one would witness a human losing all the colour in their face the second those eyes
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