* Etoile the Fang Luma *

(( etoile will now henceforth be called ‘the nomnom star’ ))

For the next hour my muse cannot lie and is insanely blunt to any questions they get on anon

Without another word--or acknowledgement towards the King’s feelings, Etoile headed through the portal. The expanse of the jungle was a new sight for them, and more humid than they had experienced before. They found themselves running their hands over the stones of the temple. Their ears twitched in what appeared to be curiosity. They brushed their hands over moss and vines, not minding any sharp edge or crevices in the least. There was most definitely something strong laying within... Their attention was caught by a wild jungle flower, of which they plucked from the hole from where it sprouted. “It smells like honey,” the Luma muttered aloud.

Steadily, the Luma’s attention waned at the Boo’s speech prattled on and on...and on and on. Quickly enough, they stopped listening entirely and began to dry themselves off with magic. It, coincidentally, wasn’t until King Boo had finished speaking that Etoile had finish drying off. “You talk too much--will we be going now or not?,” they pointed out, evidently not having heard a darn thing.

“...but ‘half-breed’ would imply that I was made with half of something. That is inaccurate.” They said. With their bat ears giving another wet flick. With the point of the statement going over their head, Etoile turned their attention to the gem in their hands. Magic, obviously. The Luma reached out towards the jewel, intending to inspect the glimmering stone but stopped short--”You must admit that you need my help,” they stated, straightening back up with a lopsided smile. “One that is so ‘great and gracious’ must know how to ask for assistance properly, do you not believe so?”

“So you need me.” It felt like an hour, though it was only seconds, as the Luma processed this information. And then suddenly that bare expression, the plain drooping posture, all of it were replaced by a snarky superiority like how the two first met--it was almost disconcerting, this drastic change. It had happened the last time too; from having a ‘personality’ to not, and then to something else entirely whilst they...fed. And none of it felt like a change of revelation, but by some sort of reaction or to put on a ‘face’. But if that was so, which of Etoile’s ‘faces’ were real? Etoile began to float a foot or two higher, with a wide grin bared on their face. One leg swung and laid over the other as water still dripped from their clothes. “How delicious it is--the ‘oh so great King’, needing help from a...what was it you said?” they tittered, “you do need help, don’t you? Hmm hmm, but why should I?”

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