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@crcdillian

Wings butter spread the sweet sincerity’s of freedom. A long desire fulfilled in a brink of an eye and it was all thanks to the ‘plan’. Created, worked and hidden with three warmest colors on the colour wheel spectrum though… she can’t help but feel the straight up guilt propelling it’s way in. The look of her family. 

The look of her other half, shattered as an incomplete shard while the rest of her gem is still complete. Her legs tremble at consequential loss but she knew- she had to keep walking forward. Never lose that side of hope. 

“ … Urm hm. “ 

This is the swamp biomes, dirty and muddy waters filled with unsuspecting prey but alas her knowledge to the outside world remains little, keeping all that information relied on books. Maybe, she should have a little ‘stroll’ around ? Find out what this world is actually capable of. 

Laying in the muck and grime of the swamp biome, moss was piled atop of his back where the little birds would sit upon; there was nothing to fear of this giant MONSTER when you were a little one ( CAN’T REACH THEM BACK THERE ANYWAY ). Mud from the murky waters painted the scaled body of the reptilian, butterflies kissed away the bitter tears of the river monster. It was rather serene to see, the other crocodiles had shooed away to the banks to rest but the largest of them all had decided to stay lurking in the waters as if PROTECTING his territory.

The sight of holiness was extraordinary, bright colors that stood out ,like a star in the night sky, against the dark colors of the marshlands. THIS CALLED THE ATTENTION OF THE RULER OF THE RIVERS. Once those vivid amber eyes saw birds fleeing off to other areas, toads hopping off into the marsh, the crocodiles on the sidelines watched to see how HE would respond.

A flurry of arrows in the beast’s direction was how he made his presence known.  He successfully intended to not seriously hit / injure his opponent, ( not yet ) not until he got a chance to converse with him.  He required hearing his opinion on what was to transpire, two sides fiercely clashing when their respective selves had only just met.  It was novel, in reality, to be facing off against another being after such a long era of peace.  Egmont was a veteran with immaculate experience, though he knew his skill as a fighter would be on the crumbly side with how long it had been since he last engaged in combat.

Regardless, Egmont was quite eager to make his God gratified by leaving a monster’s head at his office door.  He intended to make that the end result of how this night would end, gleefully gifting Fumus with one more offering that would showcase his undying loyalty.  The angel dreamed of how pleased he would be, perhaps even enough to make him pat him on the head!  His heart skipped a beat at the mere thought.

Most certainly, Fungus would make for decent target practice.

The arrows he sent nailed against the trees encompassing Fungus, smashing and sticking against wood and forest flooring beneath them.  If studied at Egmont’s level where he soared high above, the shape the fallen arrows had formed was a halo.

“Hello again, crocodile.”

“It’s nice to see you again, though, the circumstances of this reunion are not exactly favorable...”

The angel’s smile slowly fell, growing a bit thoughtful as he contemplated Fungus with an uncertain stare.  His head tilted to the right, studying the creature with judgment.  “Our last conversation left me a little perplexed.  It seems to me that my Lord does not particularly appreciate your heretical beliefs against him.”

Egmont’s bow had been safely tucked beneath his right arm during his descent.  Dirt and dust swirled around him briefly.  The heavy flaps of his wings had stirred up grime from the ground beneath them, shifting in the air and away from Egmont as if unable to sully a being so pure.

“I wonder about that, though.  Is shooting you with an arrow really going to change your mind?”  He questioned him, though the question was rhetorical in nature.  As he landed, Egmont continued, proceeding to answer himself with an air of bitterness in his tone.  “No, it could kill you.  If anything, you will only resent him and my kind all the more.  If he is so annoyed by you to the point of being so aggressively passive over the fate of your very existence, I suppose that could only mean that you have said worse things…  Done worse things.”

Reaching behind himself to obtain ammo from his hollster, he brought out a golden arrow and readied it against his bow.  His stare at the animal was hard, critical and ready to siege wrath against him.  He would make Fungus into a beautiful trophy: a precious gift for the God he so adored.

“It’s a shame that we couldn’t have met sooner, right?”  Egmont chuckled.  “You seem pleasant, enough.  Perhaps I could have helped you before you made the choices you made, then you wouldn’t have to face me like this.”

His gaze was locked and steady, aiming at Fungas’ right leg with an expert’s precision.  Best for Egmont to immobilize the crocodile while he had the chance, right?  Otherwise, catching / hunting him down would be all the more of a challenge…  Truth be told, he hated challenges when they were tedious.

    YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT A PITIFUL CREATURE IF YOU FAIL YOUR DUTY.

Besides training, the missions and requests that the crocodile was beneficial towards experience in combat and new tricks; on the other hand, he was up against a long range weapon ( A FOOLISH CHOICE WHEN CHALLENGING A SCALED REPTILE ! ) Did this green archer truly underestimated him? No surprise, he WAS a mortal being, an animal. A rank below how high an angel is. THAT DOESN’T DETERMINE THE CROCODILE’S TENACITY AND RESILIENCE AGAINST THOSE WHO DARE CHALLENGE HIM!

        YOU BETTER START RUNNING KID BEFORE THE CROC BITES

Charmed. At least it was aimed purposely away from the crocodile to create a . . . halo? ( OH FUCK NO. ) Mentally he wanted to groan irritably; he knew where this was going and he wasn’t going to be happy about it. YOU CAN HAVE DELUSIONS OF STRENGTH, BUT AN ARROW WILL NOT PIERCE THE SCALES OF A MONSTER. Maybe those blessed by God had a chance. Or were they just thrown out expecting to fly? Perhaps they did. ( Spoiled brats if anything. ) THINKING IN DISGUST. Angels that still allowed those invisible chains that DAMN GOD tugged roughly; to make those messes of feathers and fear bark out what the corrupted ‘Holiness’ made them say.

       BUT O’MOTHER BIRD, O’MOTHER BIRD                               YOU FORGOT TO TELL THEM THIS

                                          THERE ARE PREDATORS OUT THERE                                                                    WHO’D KILL YOUR CHICKS

What was this all for? Like hell he’d ever give himself the thought that the angels were getting hot an bothered over a CROCODILE. Of all things -- perhaps it would be more understandable if he was an issue;  it concerned him over the thought that it might have something to do with Chlomaki ( Do they know? Why are they so fixated on her? They must know. Damn it. Can’t let this one win then. ) A golden eye glares from the vexation that these COLORFUL ANGELS PROVIDE. Especially this green one. The filth that those IMBECILIC wings of the holy entity swirled around for a while before calming down ( HOW BOTHERSOME. ) tucking his head deeper into the crocodile head piece.  He’ll take note of the grime.

     MADE OF YOUR ENEMIES, YOU LET OUT A WAR CRY                                                  IT IS I WHO DEFEATED THE KING!                                                                         IT IS ME WHO YOU SHALL DESPAIR

                      ❝ ------------------ LOOK. KID. ❞

A gravely voice finally made it past the grime after the angel had finally decided to land on the surface. Words made it clear of the angel’s presumptuous intentions of a battle  ( Another, after another, do you really wanna underestimate a crocodile living in hell?  Living beside HELLIONS, HORRID MONSTERS? Horrid monsters. . . that came to be very nice to be around, putting aside their spiteful nature. PUTTING MONSTERS TOGETHER AND LABELING THE PLACE HELL! It’s probably the only place that the crocodile could feel at ease for what he is. 

             THEY NEVER PIECE IT TOGETHER DO THEY?

It was really beginning to get annoying for the crocodile.

Continuing to survey every movement of that green scum, a clutter of feathers and delusions from manipulation. ( It is all from what HE did to THEM. ) He remembers the intense fury of the pitch witch, to see her snarl out the absolute HORROR of what that DISGUSTING GOD did to HER. 

                         TO THEM.

                                                                           ‘ Her old family. ‘

 ( Tears stained the sheets of the pillows, an ocean of black left in a mess on the comfort of the bed, a careful hand diving into the ocean and rolling loving waves onto her back. Watching as the night sky drowned the moon with tears. )

❝ I don’t see where in the world you and your other Power Puff buddies got the idea that you could invite yourselves over and ask all these pesky questions about Nadine. ---------❞

A MUSCULAR TAIL PULLS AGAINST THE PILED UP DIRT TO BLOW UP GRIME INTO THE AIR, deciding to blind an enemy that solely depended on peripheral vision was the typically the most tactical choice as of now. JUST LIKE HIS KIND; crocodiles will attack, AND THEY WILL NOT LEND YOU MERCY.

Using the opportunity of dirt blinding the angel, the reptilian boldly charged into the disarray straight for the green annoyance, not giving the archer any chances of an easy win here. Close off openings, and head straight in. SLAMMING VIOLENTLY INTO THE HOLY BEING, Fungas makes it certain that this wasn’t going to be easy.

            YOU CAN’T TAME A MONSTER WHO’S RAISED IN HELL

❛ Well, it’s more then just ‘Master’ now for me personally. As I am her lover. Familiars don’t get paid, the witches do; however the money can be split. ❜ ❜

❛ Anything their masters so required for them; although we are already put to the duty to do everything for their protection and to ensure their safety and well health. We are at their command and our instincts. ❜ ❜

Putting it simply, familiars had a PLETHORA of jobs depending on the witch’s intentions for having them, sometimes it’s for companionship, others are for aid and help, while others could just be needing a creature that will get the job DONE.

              — &&. I BATHED IN MOONLIGHT.