Shovels Domain

”Hrmm,” The quasit gives the bandana a small tug away from her neck, just to get a better look at it, and then lets it go dismissively. Her tail, wagging slowly behind her, gives away the delight she feels at being treated with a gift, “Shovel prefers real skulls. Much more fun to munch and crunch on!! Hehehee!” “This is nice to, Shovel guesses. Smells like ‘Bussy.”

Staring blankly into his soul, two beady eyes blink slowly as the words slowly process through her tiny quasit brain. Progressively, as if realizing what he had said, Shovel’s face shifts with more and more disgust until she’s gagging and throwing a tankard of water at the vampire. “DISGUSTANG!”

“Shovel prefers a dead type.”

Sitting next to her luxurious bed, nestled comfortably in a corner of the boudoir with zero view of the main bed, Shovel was busy putting various shaped body parts into a large bucket with holes the same shapes as those body parts. She had just finished dropping a heart through a more kidney shaped hole, cackling as she broke the rules of the game, when Myshka appeared like a bat out of hell. Shovel tried to resume her important task, given to her by Haarlep earlier after begging for a chance to murderize, and would have happily let the cat continue running around crazy when she noticed one of those gross impies trying to mess with him. With a small growl, she threw a stone filled kidney at the imp before blocking it’s path towards Myshka with her own impish body. Normally, Shovel wasn’t allowed to play with Imps without Haarlep approval, but she didn’t think ‘Bussy would mind too much in this case. ”IT’S FISTING TIIIIME!!!!”