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@ittybittyvermin
WHAT SORCERY BE THIS??? Two identical vermin?? Lounging?? Without a care in the world??? The mages, I see, have concocted a duplication spell. Ah, this doth make me reconsider my stance with their kind. Perhaps an alliance holds great promise.
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If I see a feral cat, there's no human gatekeeping involved. No one misinterprets why I'm greeting them with a "hey buddy" in a voice too affectionate for a stranger or a man generally speaking - not that I care to correct the matter. It's not about you bro. Your dog knew what's what.
I've always had a few feral feline friends at every property I've ever worked at that I checked in on and shared lunches with. But now that I float between 5 or so properties I've aquired a great number of allies all over town.
The only one who gatekeeps those friendship are the cats themselves. A dog loves you unconditionally and thinks you hung the moon when it feels like the sky is falling down and fast.
What makes the love of cats special is when they decide your love is worthy of them by choosing to accept it from you and rewarding again when reciprocating it back on their own terms.
They may or may not let you pick them up but some of the sweetest cats are the feral ones who let you in. Most of them are not even so much interested in food, but rather long to be seen but only by someone they trust when it may have been some time since the last time they had.
Hark! This is the only acceptable way to treat the critters of your kingdom. A noble, knightly example indeed! Treating any vermin with such virtue will certainly win thee many riches and lands when the creatures rise to rule this world.
I must confess. I doth speak of the small vermin, and of their preciousness, ferocity, and beauty, yet...
I, at present, fail to protect mine own. See, my kin by blood plays the horn at many a banquet. He thusly requires time enough to warm his pipes and perfect his art. Accordingly, a great racket echos throughout mine home.
The object of my love is quite tortured. She was asleep naught but a moment ago, and now turns her ears and goes wide eyed with every note. Mine adorable vermin. A victim of sounds which taunt her no matter how she searches for peace.
I cannot stop the noises. I am a most terrible protector. I pray my death be long and miserable in penance.
Hast thou laid thine eyes upon them? Now thou hast. They sayest to me, "⚪." Hence, ride forth. Spread their message. Shouldst thou forgo mine counsel... I can scarce imagine the horrors that would befall thee.
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I am quite the joyous fellow indeed! More still when vermin overtake thy realm!
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I have heard many the unlearned amateur size up a small vermin and cry, "Oh looketh! A minuscule dragon!" with a grin fixed upon their blissfully ignorant faces.
All the peoples love to discuss the lineage of the common hen and fowl as it relates to that of the mightiest of creatures, the dragon (I believe dinosaur is a common misspelling the multitudes are more familiar with). They also fancy the lizard and its scales, or the proud comportment of a cat.
And yet...
Not a singular one contains the appropriate destructive potential! So nay, I say! Until the vermin sets alight your kingdom in but a fortnight, razes every joyous tavern to the ground, shatters each mage's orb, and turns thee into a shuddering, sobbing wreck with but a glance thy way, 'tis NOT a drake! 'Tis NOT a wyvern! 'Tis NOT a dragon!
Now here, I offer a remedy. We may return the dragons to life, in all their splendor. Gather the vermin. Train them. Give not the mouse a cookie, rather, provide him with the blueprints for a thermonuclear warhead.
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Sorry I panicked
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Awww 🥹 thank you, I have taken the time to not panic now
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I delight in querying the internet of things with a great many random questions. Today I asked, "Why dost thou speak of 'innovation'? Why not cleave off heads instead?" the clanker responded... I shall now formally annotate the damned contraption's screeching with my rebuttal.
Hark! Two certainties in this mortal coil? Nay, there be three. One: Death's cold grasp. Two: Tax collector's due. Three: Felines of chaotic bent. This morn, I awoke to find a token of affection strewn upon yon 'wood'—a floor of false timber. Brown it was, with flecks of white, like unto dirt in shape. Like unto dirt in texture. Hmm. Like unto dirt in taste. And placed most suspiciously beneath a potted plant. Alas, the only souls awake at the hour of one last night were the very suspects—fluffy creatures with faces of surpassing adorability. Thus, lacking witness or skill of forensics, I must deem them innocent till proven otherwise.
