#goatfated

So. He discovered there was one more overpowered fuck aside from Princess of Hell and fucking Alastor.

Not too much of a problem... except that Vox found out by this little shit downing his surveillance drones. That height was deceptive. They didn't even have to be anywhere near him for him to notice and then immediately shoot down or slice down, depending on his... Fuck if Vox knew, his mood, he fucking guessed???

Really made keeping tabs on Alastor even more fucking obnoxious than it needed to be.

The last time, though, the goat bitch saw that it was still well enough, and, in the fuzzy footage, asked for a meeting. To which he accepted by DMing princess's Voxtagram account with the time and date for her to pass along to him.

Might as well. He sort of either wanted to clear the air or give the lil' bastard a piece of his mind for destroying expensive equipment. Depended on how this would go.

So here he was, waiting in the meeting room with the other two Vees, waiting for the creature to show up.

"Th' fuck d'ya think he wants to talk about anyways?" Velvette asked without looking up from her phone.

An excellent question. Vox didn't fucking know either.

Looked like it'd be hopefully answered soon, as Vox's business assistant came in with... not one, but three goats, and the princess in tow.

"Uhm... Sir?"

"Yes, thank you, Ned. You're dismissed," Vox said as he straightened up, his signature grin forming on his face as he clasped his hands together.

"Oh, your highness. So good to see you again~" Valentino purred.

Charlie had to repress a shudder from that as Vox clasped his hands together, eyes falling to the only wingless goat.

"Welcome to Vee tower, my friend! Why don't all of you take a seat?"

“Don’t Belong Here” Sentence Starters

"That's easy!" said Mugman, also known by his alternate versions as Blue Jay, "I came from Inkwell Isles." He gestured with his thumb behind himself.

There were no Inkwell Isles in that direction, of course. Jay stood with his back towards some suspicious dark woods from which he had emerged.

Before he got here, Jay had gotten lost in the wrong part of the Isle One's forest. He must have been walking for hours before he finally saw an opening. However, instead of his house or Cagney's flower field, he was met with this little goat.

    " You look like an odd one. " Eris noted the newcomer that had wandered into her temple, raising a brow at the fluffy white thing.

    " Who dares to disturb me? "

Her hand pressed firmly into her thigh, staunching the flow of blood with her pressure. Assuring the teen that it was not a fatal wound, just something that stabbed into the small amount of fat on her leg. It would be an easy patch.

Things My Friends Muses Have Said Starters @goatfated

"Only so long as there's still 'gas in the tank', maybe..."

As if on cue, a fresh wave of fatigue rolls over River, forcing closed eyes into a clench; it's a revoltingly-nagging reminder of the sorry state of her own 'gas tank'. She'd been burning the midnight oil for far too long, and now it seems those long, sleepless nights were finally catching their way up to her.

Weary effort is made to turn and address whomever had spoken to her; But when nothing greets her gaze, a confused look down is made by passing chance.

"Jesus." Just as quickly those eyes squint shut once more, a soft thud sounding as River gently bonks the back of her head against dingy alleyway brick, "Oh fantastic, now I'm talking to hallucinations. I must be losing it."

Dusk had fallen upon the forest locale the cleric had found himself in. It had been a mere few hours since camp had been set-up before the night had come, yet only now was the moon beginning to rise within the star filled sky. The only other source of light that graced the hitsujimimi's temporary rest was that of the crackling fire before him. Times like these were certainly enjoyable after a long day's travel traversing the untamed lands of the River Kingdoms. Tranquil scenes such as these, surrounded by near darkness of the woods granted him a solace within.

It was upon throwing a bit more wood to the flames did a sudden noise catch his ears. His crimson gaze shifted towards the edges of light, his eyes able to see much farther in truth, caught sight of another figure. Instinctively, a dagger suddenly manifested within his right hand as he stood. Thankfully his chain mail armor still adorned upon his body should the other be a threat, yet it was noticing them that a smile began to shift over the hitsujimimi's features. Seeing another, albeit much shorter, of his kind was a true blessing! In fact, something about their appearance somehow was similar to that of his own in a way. The last time he bore witness to those of his kind was back in his home village when he first left.

At the door was a rather tall, black, shadow-like figure. His yellow-and-orange eyes glowed in the dark as he looked at the noticeably smaller goat, trying to decide what to think of them.

He stared at them for a while, before a wide, slightly ominous looking grin spread across his face.