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*When Smitten set himself on to this quest he wasn't really sure where to start he was just walking aimlessly to the McTabby's. He doesn't even know what this princess looks like except for knife bones, but it's a burden he need to carry, he refuses to believe she's some sort of monster. Her or her partner! Perhaps with enough intervention he can get somewhere, maybe even more than that. But he mustn't focus on the more yet. Where could the princess be?*

*He was not very confident when he first heard the voice but he kept the closer out then when he heard it a second time he definitely locked in that it was person. More specifically a princess. A slight feminine edge to the voice that made his heart swoon despite barely hearing her. Unfortunately it was a little dark to see them that well*

Silence, for a short while. For a moments, it’s as if she ran off.

*He believes her unquestionally! Still walking over like a moth to a flame. At least there was confirmation she comes around this time*

“Whaaaat?? What kinda sicko would go after a princess just minding her own business?? I can hardly imagine something like that!!”

I- I wouldn't say she's a sicko! I just believe she's misguided. Severely misguided...

“Please, quickly! She could be here aaaany second...”

*He stops his breath hitches, he instinctively takes two steps back looking at the princess who just got their head chopped off*

On closer inspection, the decapitated princess shares the same sharkteeth as her murderer, though whether or not Smitten’s doing ‘closer inspection’ is hardly a question.

*He does despite himself he crouches closer to the head to see who this poor innocent soul was only to realize it was the same one looking back at him. He looked between them a few times before giving a sigh of relief. A woman with unorthodox humor but it's still humor kind of. He gets up properly trying to get back his confidence he lost*

Army pouts as soon as he realizes her play. But she only has one decapitated head that isn’t hers and it’s Prizzy’s, and she doesn’t want to use that!!

No unfortunately. I'm pretty sure you met another version of me since I have never actually met you! But I will say they certainly have a good taste, it's a shame however that I can't see you very well within all this darkness.

“So you aaaare a Smitten!! I figured, like how I’m ‘a’ Razor and I’ve met like three separate Contrarians. You the dad of that sweet, sweet little girl???”

She truly is! But sadly no that is my other version-

“Nope!! I hurt a loooot of people that day, but Lime wasn’t one of them.”

Oh good so you do have morals!

The expression Army has is unreadable both in the dim lighting and in the expression itself.

*He was a little disturbed about the question, but she did seem receptive so far.*

“Huh! Thats a shame, I just thought since he mentioned a ‘flock’ too, something about a cabin that’s hard to get to without a guide or whatever.”

...

“Oh really??? That’s great news!! That means I can just kill you when I get bored, nice!” Army pumps her fist as though it were not swords.

*He seems nervous but somewhat flustered at the comment about killing him.*

Something in her demeanor shifts.

Well- well I didn't mean exclusively if there's- uh your partner-

“Of cooourse noooot, but just you instead of aaaaall the other people I could be playing with, hm??”

*He stops. He's not more special than the other frankly he was worse by all accounts perhaps he could make a case that him in pain is what he deserves and is for the greater good. Yet he's neglecting something isn't he? He still has people at home. Hero, 🪞, all of them really. If he dies he's going to worry the others sick.*

Army pouts.

*He Shivers when the cold metal touches him, again when some of his feathers get cut.*

“Run.”

Does flying- nevermind!

“Four...! Five...!”

That hesitation prevents him from doing anything besides take long enough for her to catch up, leaving a large gash in his side, and another, and another before she darts off again.

Something resembling a giggle comes from all around him as Army gives chase, following the scarlet trail of droplets into the dark.

And the next blow does come, though not as fast as the first. Another flurry, one even slicing a wing in two.

She appears to notice, as her assaults become more numerous. Dozens of dozens of wounds lay across Smitten’s beaten shell. Shallow. Endless.

Army does not cut off Smitten’s head. She’s done so to others in the past, but it’s always so fast, so quick. A few moments of agony and then it’s over.

underrated small fandom thing is when you have THE character guys.

I need to dig out my Chuck Jones books but one time he was talking about the Wile E Coyote gag where he runs off a cliff and continues running for a little bit before noticing there’s no ground underneath him and then turns to the camera and holds up a sign saying “Help!” before plummeting and Jones said the reason Coyote does that instead of immediately trying to get back to the cliff edge is bc Coyote embodies anxiety and in that particular moment represents the fear and worry about the judgement of others over and above the desire for self-preservation.