Sinful Mud Friend©

No hard feelings- I’ve had Enkidu in this and the mfrp that came before it for 6 solid years. It’s definitely time to give someone else a turn. I can’t wait to see what kind of Enkidu they write, and I really hope I can thread with them on my other blogs!

Tldr: Maybe I’ll be back one day, but for now, this blog is inactive. 

I apologize for the break to everyone I was threading with! The semester’s starting up and my dissertation proposal’s been approved, so I’m going to be too busy for replies. 

Medb huffed. “Yes I did, thank you very much!”

She said, lying through her teeth.

Oh, they saw right through that. There was  no way those wings on that body were conducive to flight.

🌹  A weapon. He’s not sure how that explanation makes him feel like. But he can tell that he’s still internally confused with this. Is that how a majority of people feel like when he brings up to be a vampire? More importantly though, is it a problem?

“Ehh. As long as you don’t stab or smash me, I really could care less. Actually, I think I prefer a living weapon over just a normal human being.” He’s crossing his arms there, still seemingly not caring about their struggle. Not like he could help anyway, even if he wanted. “Well, weapon, I’m Orlondi the Rose, a Vampire Royalty.“

A vampire? They hadn’t existed in Enkidu’s time, but they did exist in the time they’d been summoned into. Enkidu had yet to encounter the one in their war, but they knew that he was a threat. This one didn’t feel like a threat in quite the same way: He wasn’t a target for instant elimination at least. 

“There is no need for concern. I have no reason to injure you at this moment in time.” They glanced up at their burden. “Though I may injure you by accident. I am not used to carrying things that are quite so unwieldy.” 

🌹  What in Mother Chaos’ name are they carrying there? And how? Orlondi’s image of humans is still poor. That’s thanks to Izraf’s arrogance mostly, who’s been the leader of the vampire clan. Humans are weak and the only purpose they serve is to be livestock. So, either this is no human, or the vampire might have to overthink not just the whole livestock thing a little bit.

“There’s no way you’re a human, right? Human’s can’t carry such boulders!”

“Um,” Enkidu adjusted their grip. Maybe it would be better if they carried it vertically? But it would be more difficult to get a good grip on that way. 

Super strength is great and all, but there are still issues of balance. Enkidu’s hefted half of an enormous statue over their head. Carrying it isn’t a problem, but adjusting for the weight is a little harder. 

They wobble, and its edge clips a building, sending bit of concrete falling to the sidewalk. 

No one appears to be hurt, but they shift their grip to hold it a little steadier. 

Putting up a tiny starter call, since I’m running low on threads over here. 

She didn’t understand what business this hulking creature had, seeking out strength. 

Her lips twitched into a faint smile; she liked their initiative. It was something she sorely lacked. Yet even she wanted to see what true might looked like. Stricken with a rare sense of urgency, she rose onto her feet. She knew her habits— linger in one place too long, and she would spread her roots. 

My eyes. Yours, she conveyed alongside a firm rap of her hand against their head. Casting a merry look their way, she canted her head in challenge.

Race?

Enkidu dashed in circles, chirping their excitement. A race! A race! That sounded wonderful! 

They stopped and braced their legs against the ground. They had already forgotten about their mission. Someone strong? Who cared about that! There was something more important now 

there’s a

there’s a f      

a fucking statue. of them. in the front hall of Gilgamesh’s new building. 

“Haru knows,” she states, nodding. “It’s important to take your time while learning to be better.” She smiles, a curteous smile. “For a long time, Haru was very sad…But Haru’s okay now. Haru learned from those experiences.”

“But, Haru has a lot more life to live,” she notes. “If that happens, Haru will be more than happy to meet!”

“I’m glad to hear that, Haru. Growth can be a difficult thing.” They were a little jealous. As a weapon, they could not grow or change themself. Still, that was undoubtedly what made her human. 

Haru nods. “Haru thanks you for that,” she admits. “Even if Haru thinks everyone is equal, Haru understands if you don’t, Enkidu.” She smiles again, an understanding smile this time.

“Haru hopes they can learn from this still,” she mentions. “Haru thinks you are nice, so your king must have good intentions. But even almighty beings can learn, and grow, Haru thinks.”

“I do not deny that. I have heard that his personality becomes considerably more bearable when he grows older. I have yet to see it myself, but if I do, I'd be happy to introduce you.” 

Lost and lonely were nebulous notions that she understood only on an abstract level. The creature reminded her of a lost puppy in search of their master. But from whom did this one take orders? To whom did they answer?

Intending to assuage, she patted their head and emulated that faint, rumbling sound.

She placed a hand under her clavicle, eyes smiling. Company? This was the only thing she could offer— and a second pair of eyes; Search. Assist.

Enkidu was very content, and balked at the thought of continuing their search. They would have been content to spend time with this strange and wonderful tree(?). 

Happy. Gratitude was a foreign concept, but joy was not, and they were happy to express that. 

“Whoa, what?!” Haru yells, a little too loud. “He destroyed your house?! Don’t you think that’s a little much, even for a king?!” The teenager notices the employees and customers staring, and chuckles, embarrassed. “Haru’s sorry, but Haru doesn’t think Haru could trust a king like that,” she says, lowering her voice. “Acting out of impulse at that level…it’s no good at all. Even if you see the world differently from Haru.”

“I don’t see any trouble with it,” Enkidu admitted. It was a king’s right to do whatever he wanted. “But he still does need to take responsibility for his actions. Hence the apology” 

They held open the door, lest she get any more worked up and further disturb the other customers. 

Enkidu, even in their shapeless, primal form, it was still something that fascinated him. The beast before his eyes was beyond anything humans could ever imagine. A being so perfect and so misshapen could only be part of the same clay that had shaped the world. Now alive and incarnate in a creature. 

Gilgamesh understood this entity was not the Enkidu he remembered, the chains of heavens forged to bind him and succeeded in ways the gods had not been able to foresee. 

The king petted that large head as if it was a homongous dog or domesticated bear. He allowed him to investigate and “sniff” that gift that both shared millennia ago. Perhaps they would not understand its meaning but he hoped it could somehow stirr some sort of familiarity between them. Convince that creature he was the King and the very reason they were created.

Yet, that way in which they met his hand with that round and featureless snout made the King smile, his expression softening for a moment.  He had been so alone for millennia, Enkidu’s death still a painful scar in his memories despite how many years had passed. 

“I’m happy to see you, even if you’re like this.” The red eyes narrowed in a strange and gentle smile. 

“We could judge this world together, now that you’re in that pure form. And create a paradise anew, for us, where no god would ever dare to harm you.” Perhaps the creature wouldn’t understand, but his gestures had become kind out of solitude. 

“Will you join me?”

Enkidu purred under the attention. It felt nice. Right. They still were not sure why they existed (or whether that even mattered), but they thought it probably had something to do with this. For the first time in their very short life, they felt content. (Despite that nagging voice at the back of their head, telling them it was much too soon.) 

They did not know what he was saying, but he seemed a little dangerous now. They had a sense that he was not dangerous to them, but they were not sure if they liked it very much. They raised onto all fours and turned away with a great huff. 

Haru nods, happy. “Haru understands! Haru was just being nice, is all!” She smiles, a smile completely unphased by being turned down. The smile comes out naturally, as if she couldn’t be happier for someone else’s moving in party she wasn’t invited to. “Also, Enkidu is a nice name, Haru thinks! It’s really cool sounding!”

Eventually, the teenager’s curiousity gets the better of her. “Your roommate is an apology?” she asks. “Haru hopes it’s nothing too bad, but Haru thinks that even though that you shouldn’t be doing bad stuff, it’s hard not to sometimes. Haru knows the road ahead isn’t always clear, but that’s why it’s important to do your best, and treat others well!”

“Thank you, but really, it’s not necessary.”