krag my life.

&  what  he  wouldn’t  give  to  be  up  there  instead  of  here.   no  matter  how  many  times  he  helps  saves  this  ball  he  gets  no  THANKS.  awful  !      “  my  guess  is  you  terrans  are  messin’  with  more  shit  ya  shouldn’t  !  “    fuzzy  muzzle  gives  a  crinkle  as  an  enfolding  blaster  is  strapped  at  his  side.  “  how  the  flark  do  you  people  keep  gettin’  your  paws  on  alien  relics?  ONLINE SHOPPING ?  “  

like this post if you’d be interested in becoming mains !! * this means your threads // asks // plots will take priority. also comes with unlimited access to crying abt our characters to each other. you’ll likely be tagged in headcanon posts relating to your particular character.  * this does not mean you’ll be the only one of your character i will write with & i don’t expect you to do the same for me. * mutuals only pls. * i’ll be capping it at two to a character to keep things small n organized. 

“  who  keeps  invitin’  tall  dark  n’  WRONG  ALL  THE  TIME ?  “  words  are  agitated,  strained  in  PAIN  as  he  slumps  against  the  wall  behind  him  –  arm  not  broken  …  but  dislocated  ;  hanging  loose  &  useless  at  his  side.  feral  alien  beasts  snarling  just  outside  the  door  apparently  strong  enough  to  rip  metal  bone  from  its  housing.  that’s  a  new  one  !!    &  a  lucky  one,  that  he  still  has  an  arm  at  all  as  it  were.  “  well  are y’gonna  help  me  with  this  before  these  glonkheads  get  in  here  for  an  early  dinner,  or  you  got  reservations   ?? “ 

he’s GROWLING ; hellishly  feral  rumble  emitting  from  trembling  throat.    with  paw  clasped  at  injured  side  he  jerks  away  from  his  leader,  fighting  every  primal  instinct  to  get  away,  get  to  safety,  lick  his  wounds  all  churning  with  an  unfathomable  anger.  seeing  nothing  but  red  like  that  that  spills  from  him now.  “  i’m  gonna  MOW  DOWN  this  whole  KRUTACKIN’  PLANET  !!  i-i’m  !!  “  shakily  hand  shifts  so  that  he  may  again  survey  the  damage  done  a  quick  gleam  of  metal  catching  his  eye  within  sop  of  crimson.  not  time  nor  place  but  that’s  all  it  took.  that  quick  GLEAMING  reminder  that  he  was  a  fabrication.  an  aberration.  a  monster.    the  rage,  the  fear  &  pain  encompass  his  entire  body  in  an  instant.  &  he  falls.  stumbles  to  an  abrupt  slumped  position.  defeated.  PANICKED.    “  i  can’t  —  i  can’t  BREATHE.  i-i  can’t.  “